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Bookshop Girl

Chapter 8: Detention

Remus lupin x fem! hufflepuff! reader

Summary: After an uneventful rest of her week, y/n, Alex and Amos serve their Saturday detention, yet y/n is still determind to see at least one of the boys today ...about the project of course...no other reason...

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food, eating, sex, hints of past wolfstar and all things that come with lycanthropy, fluffy chapter, Alex and Amos being Alex and Amos, Remus Lupins bare chest, Minnie being her iconic self, Peter being an adorable human being

A/n: 10.4k words, very long time since I updated this series but hopefully t'll live up to the previous chapters, this is also the longest one yet so get comfy and enjoy xx

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You stared dolefully at the fat lady's portrait. Rocking on the balls of your feet as you tried to gather the courage to ask the next passing Gryffindor if Remus or Sirius was in there. Waiting, you took a quick glanced at one of the nearby paintings which conveniently displayed a clock ticking in real time

08:21…22

You had less than half an hour until detention started, though realistically you only had ten since you would need to take the long way due to someone’s breakfast not sitting quite right. You didn’t really like Filch, but if it was that bad he had to close the entire corridor? Yeah, you definitely pitied him a fair bit in that moment

Looking up you notice the portrait shutting behind a boy you don’t recognise. You wait for him to come down the stairs before attempting to ask him…attempting being the main word

“Hi, can you help…” you start but it’s more of a whisper causing you to shrink into yourself as the boy clearly doesn’t hear you nor even registers your existence “…me” you finish a little sadly to yourself as you hopelessly watch him walk off down the corridor

You would love to say that was your first attempt at gaining someone’s attention but alas that was simply not true. Lily Evans had passed you by mere minutes ago, and after a meek ‘hi’ which she miraculously heard, Marlene McKinnon showed up, winked at you, called you sweetheart and you shied away so much you almost fell down the stairs. Something you were sure the girl was more than flattered by but didn’t help you in your goal of talking to one of the boys, and was also why you were now standing at the bottom of the stairs

Chewing on your lip your eyes flicked to the time again

08:26…27

“Crap” you mutter lowly, dejected that you weren’t going to see either of them at this rate

It was strange, you had seen and spoken to them every day this week yet the thought of not seeing them at all today made your heart hurt unimaginably. The last two days had been a little less eventful, and by less eventful you made lots of progress on the project but none with Remus.

While Sirius though took every opportunity during your sessions to flirt, Remus hardly ever, if he did at all and you were way too shy to initiate. You chalked it up to him being shy in light of Sirius’ abundant flirting yet you still couldn’t help but fear the worst.

Peter!

You spot the boy approaching down the corridor, arms filled with a bunch of blankets…of vastly varying sizes? Weird. Though Peter was wonderfully so.

Stepping to the side so he could hopefully spot you in his peripherals, you fix your hair and cardigan quickly, in case somehow somewhere, Remus suddenly appeared to help the boy

“Hi” you greet when he gets close enough

He looks a little startled, although the word ‘caught’ comes to mind as his eyes grow wide and nerves take over for the seconds it takes him to realise it was only you. Luckily none of blankets fall in his shock, and his anxious look melts into a kind smile

“Hi y/n” he welcomes, shoulders relaxed once more and you feel yourself doing the same “What brings you here?” He asks, head tilting with a gentle insinuation you hear it loud and clear, which you become a little bashful under

“Well…” you take a breath “…I have detention this morning…” Peter’s smile widens at that, recalling the great hall incident “…I actually need to be there soon…actually now” you let out a nervous chuckle “Anyway. I was wondering if I could talk to Remus at some point today?”

The moment you say ‘Remus’ Peter freezes a little, his face flashing with something you can’t quite discern. Concern and worry? Yes. But it soon fades into intrigue

“Or Sirius” you add, feeling heat creeping up your neck, more so as his intrigue grows

Peter wears a slightly charmed expression as he attempts to adjust his grip on the blankets, one however falls off the top in the process, landing between you both. His nose crunches, clearly trying to figure out how he was going to pick it up, but his worry fades as you bend down instantly and pick it up for him.

You fiddle with the supple plushie material, recognising them as the famously soft blankets from Slytherin, however these were now blue instead of green…although you had a funny feeling they would soon be red

“Cosy right?” your attention is pulled back to the boy who wears a glee filled smile

“Yeah” you nod, thumbs rubbing into the fabric and watching the wave of shine “Where did you get these?” you ask even though you already know

Peter looks around, checking no one was about “Promise you won’t tell?” he shuffles a little closer to you

“Your secrets safe with me” you assure him

He smiles “Me and James had a good feeling about you” he notes earning a shy giggle from yourself, joy filling your heart at the approval from your crushes friend, even if you had barely had a conversation with one, and this being your first with the other

Peter notices your reaction, now he knows his feeling was right

“I stole them from Ravenclaw tower…although technically they were Slytherins and the Ravenclaw stole them” he chuckles and you join him, whilst also being rather impressed that Ravenclaw managed to pull off the same heist you, Alex and Amos did a few years back “And now I’ve stolen them” he says blushing a little, yet there is a sense of pride about him

Peter had always seemed, on the outside at least, like the puppy of the group, although you would later find this to be a rather ironic statement. He was the one who followed the others about, did as he was told and was always just…there. Yet seeing him now, you didn’t see a minion or a follower, you saw someone who was just as smart as the other three. Someone that used his mischief and talents for his own quests, but unlike his counterparts he embarked on cute quests for blankets instead of waging war on those with green ties

“Wow, that’s amazing” you say, a large smile on your face which he copies, a look of gratitude painting it as well

“Thanks” he nods “Say what you want about Slytherins but they have the best blankets”

You giggle, bobbing your head “I can see” you agree, placing the smaller one back on his pile carefully “Say, can I ask you something?”

“Anything” he shrugs happily

“Why do you need the different sizes, some of them are rather…small?” you inquire, referring to the one you had picked up

The question had been on your mind the moment you saw them. The larger ones you knew could cover a double sized bed, those were the ones you stole. But the smaller ones? They were for first years and could barely wrap around your shoulders, in fact they were often used for those with pets that weren’t owls

“Oh” he looks away, trying to form an answer or some kind of reasonable explanation “Well, my weight…fluctuates” he explains with a cringe “Plus me and the boys can used them for our pets” he adds for extra measure although even the boy knows it’s not the best lie

You know for the first time he isn’t being entirely truthful yet you don’t find it in you to mind, it didn’t seem like a bad secret, and, if anything, you got the sense it wasn’t his he was keeping

“Cool” you smile and he relaxes even if he has a small incline you don’t fully ‘buy’ it, he’s still grateful you don’t push the subject “So. About your friends?” You circle back, knowing you were going to be late now but you didn’t want to be ridiculously so

“Butterscotch” he tells you, to which earns him a confused head tilt “That’s the password” he expands and your mouth forms on ‘o’ “I’d take you in myself but…” he glances at the paintings clock “…I don’t think you have the time. Besides I’m only here to drop these off then I’m going to help James with recon”

“Recon?” you eye him amused

“On Lily…” he sees your face “…I promise it’s not as weird or stalker-y…okay maybe a little bit starker-esk…but it isn’t as bad as you think. I just don’t think either of us have the time for me to explain why it’s not…bad…or creepy” he says a little rushed looking down at the end as his cheeks grow red, like he knows he slipped up and now must hope you don’t think him nor his friend a weirdo

“I believe you”

His head shoots up “Thank you” he says, a smile gracing his face, the kind of smile that tells you he doesn’t hear that enough

“So Butterscotch will get me into the common room?” you double check

“Yes” he nods quickly “For this month at least. I can give you the next one when we get it” he offers and you can’t help but find him sweet

“Thank you Peter or should I say…wormtail?” You try it out, knowing you made the right call when his eyes light up

“You can call me Wormy” he smiles, gifting you the nickname Lily and Marlene calls him, solidifying that you were not only trusted but now a friend in his eyes

“Wormy. Got it” you nod, smiling away

Peter looks up towards the portrait then back to you “We should get going. It was really nice to officially meet you though”

“Likewise” you nod “Bye wormy” you begin to walk away, looking back and waving

“Bye y/n” he does the same

You pressed your hand to the wall, panting as you caught your breath. After a few deep breaths you compose and push yourself off of the wall. Opening the door to the classroom, you find Alex and Amos at opposite ends of the room, paper in front of them with an empty place in the centre for yourself

“Miss y/l/n” the professor greets as you gently shut the door behind you “Just in time. Take a seat dear”

You return the smile she gives you and sit down. As you do your eyes flick to Alex, who waves happily at you like he didn’t see you less than an hour ago for a quick breakfast. You giggle quietly at him, waving back before you turn to Amos. It’s harder to hold your giggles this time as he looks one second away from head planting the desk

“Now everyone is here…oh y/n dear can I get your wand before I forget” she moves towards your desk

You nod, hand dipping into your cardigan's inner pocket, well a small stitch you added to most of your wear as it proved useful and was rather cool, like the wizard version of a holster as Alex would describe it, hence you, he and Amos all had them. Grasping your wand, you hand it over, pointed side facing yourself. She smiles, accepting it and walking over to her desk, placing it in one of the drawers before locking it

“So” she clasps her hands together “I have some errands to run and since you didn’t do anything exceptionally wrong, your punishment is to sit here the whole day bored while the sun is out” she says, to which you all smile, no cleaning jars or rearranging books for you today “Now I’m going to lock the door while I’m away, if there is an emergency…” she points towards the window “…please hang as safely as you can out of that window and call on Madam Hooch, she shall be out there all morning”

You all giggle at that one, even she seems to be holding her own as well. It was funny, much like the marauders McGonagall was soft with a few other students outside Gryffindor, your little trio being one such group

“Do we get lunch?” Amos squints at the professor, of course he only has energy to think about his stomach

She gives him a charmed look “I’m a professor not a monster Mr Diggory of course you will all have half an hour for lunch…not enough time to run to Hogsmeade…unless you know a passage of course” she gives you a wink before walking towards the door “Any other questions?” you all shake your heads “Good good. I’ll see you lot in a couple of hours”

With a small smile she leaves, closing the door while you, Alex and Amos turn towards it, waiting for the small click signifying the door is locked before you sigh, relaxing in your seats

Alex drums on his desk “What we gonna do then?” he says way too excited for 8:45 on Saturday morning

“Sleep” Amos grumbles, chair screeching as he puts his satchel on the desk, opening it and bring out three pillows and three blankets

“Amos did you seriously bring an extendable bag to detention?” you cross yours arms, false annoyance on your face

“And not tell us!” Alex mimics your movements “Not cool man”

“Not cool at all” you say with a small laugh

Amos just stares at the two of you “Girls it’s before 9am on a weekend day…a weekday end…fuck it a Saturday” he finally gets there “I need my beauty sleep” he points at you both “You can call me uncool or silly all you want…or whatever muggle-y phrases y’all got going…”

“Dunderhead”

“Bampot”

“…” Amos blinks a few times “Was that even English?” he whispers to himself before shaking his head and continuing “Anyway if I had told you” he points at Alex “You would have brought something that would have us dangling out that window and you…” he points at you “…well you’re a sweetheart that would have brought goodies but you were off with your boyfriends” throws his hands in the air

“They aren’t my boyfriends!” you whine, feeling your face get hot

“Are a bit though” Alex has to agree, leaning backwards on the table, hands clutching the sides looking amused to the point you want the table to slide and him to fall “Study dates in the library…meeting them early on the weekends…coming to us for gossips sessions about them…them giving you pet names”

“Love, darling, puppy” Amos mocks as he pushes two desks together in order to make himself a bed

Your face heats faster to the point your whole body feels hot “It’s not like that” you press your lips together, shaking your head so much you’re like a broken bobblehead

“Then explain to us what it’s like” Alex shrugs

“Yes…” Amos hops on the desk, fluffing his pillow “…explain” he gestures his hands like a plater

You and Alex share a look

“Don’t judge me like you two aren’t thinking I’m a genius” he gestures to the cosy blanket “Now explain doll” he says getting himself comfy, laying down on the table like he’s some kind of goddess

“There’s nothing to explain, I’ve hardly had alone time with either since the library incident” you shrug, heart a little heavy yet there is a flutter as you remember the cupboard

“All right, you can keep your secret for the present” Alex says with a smirk

“Yes, I think we will move on now” you giggle at him, moving over to Amos’ satchel to grab a pillow and blanket for yourself “You’re such a Pippin” you state as he joins your side

Alex chuckles “That make you Merry then?” he asks, grabbing his own before copying Amos and pushing desks together

“Nope” you pop the ‘p’ “I’m more of a Sam, without him they never would have made it and without me, you two would probably have gotten yourselves expelled by now” you say earning a ‘true’ from Alex as he pats his pillow

Amos’ upper face scrunches “Pippin…Merry…Sam?” he looks completely lost

You grin, glancing at Amos “If I’m Sam and your Pippin that makes Amos…” you extend the syllables “Should we be sweet or mean?”

“You know where I stand sunshine” he winks while Amos just watches a little scared

“I’m feeling nice. Hi Merry” you wave sweetly at your friend

Alex scoffs “You’ve clearly never seen him with those little wizard cards of his…my precious” he mocks, making his fingers crawl and his eyes wide

“That’s disturbing” Amos notes sitting up, a look of disgust on his face before he looks at you “I will admit I’ve said that but I don’t look like that…also” he holds up a finger “What exactly are we talking about? I know it’s a muggle thing but is it like muggle lore or one of those fancy dancy films of yours like wars of the stars”

“One it’s star wars and two, I wish it was a movie…aww sunshine imagine if they made a movie…” his hands go out in front of him gasping “or movies!” Alex’s exclaims positively beaming

You join him in his excitement, smiling widely as you clear some things from the window sill and lay the blanket over it so you had a soft seat “That would be so cool, they definitely have the tech of it now” you perch yourself on your own bed turning back to Amos “Oh sorry Ams, we’re talking about a book. Lord of the Rings specifically but some of the characters including the creepy one is in the Hobbit as well”

“He’s not creepy, he’s just…misunderstood” Alex defends as he climbs up on the desk

“Weirdly accurate” you giggle quietly, seeing his point

“A book…how long?” Amos asks interested “A-actually, what is it about before I commit?” he eyes the two of you

“Long” you nod, nose scrunching as you remember the length “Both are trilogies but really are just one big story. Anyway, they follow these halflings, more commonly known as Hobbits. The Hobbit follows Bilbo Baggins and the Lord of the rings follows Frodo Baggins, although there are accounts from different people the two books are meant to be written by them. They both go on epic adventures, but you should lord of the rings first even though it takes place after Bilbo’s journey and is technically the sequel, there’s just a lot more background lore it in…right Alex? Been a year since I read it all the way through”

“Yeah read that first because you’ll know more about the creepy one when we give you the hobbit and everything makes a little more sense” he agrees “Plus Lord of the rings is fucking brilliant” he nods, smiling like a big kid

“I’m assuming you both have a copy here?” Amos looks between the two of you

“Yeah I’ll give you mine later tonight if you want? Then we can watch you lose Lord of the rings virginity together” Alex says with a grin

“Eww. Alex!” you whine

“Mate, I love you but why’d you have to say it like that” Amos joins you, looking at your friend in a light disgust “Weirdo”

“Seconded” you nod

“Thrid-ed but still it’s magic, like actual magic, you’ll love it” Alex strangely agrees before assuring his friend

“He’s right, complete idiot, but he’s right” you lightly tease earning a small ‘hey’ from Alex

“Okay, now that’s settled and although I have something to ask you to do later, Amos needs his beauty sleep before Minerva comes back” Amos says to which you and Alex hold up your hands

Alex proceeds to lay down, facing upwards on his makeshift bed while you swivel your legs to sit on the window, back against the wall but it’s softened by the pillow. Leaning your head against the glass you stare out aimlessly, eyes flicking from the mountains to the forest to the lake, eventually making their way down to the pitch outside.

You held back giggles as you watched training, there was a bunch of first years who failed their tests trying again but they weren’t the cause of your laughter. No, it was a girl, you didn’t know her name but you knew she loved pink, in fact she was adorned in it now shouting a bunch of weird rules that were over a hundred years old at the professor. You had to commend Madame Hooch for her patience, you weren’t a violent person but you sure would have shouted or…maybe accidently released a bludger in the girls’ direction by now

“Minerva sounds funny” you let out a giggle at Alex, commenting on Amos’ use of the name more than ten minutes later “Like Minnie better…Minerva sounds way too formal…oh what about Minnie bo’ binnie that’s…”

“Alex go to sleep or I will throw you out the window”

“Be back by one!” you hear McGonnell call out as you exit and you all send a series of ‘okays’ her way before the door closes

“What’s the plan?” Alex asks after you take a few paces down the corridor

“I need to go visit Rem…a-and Sirius about the project” you clarify as smirks appear on their faces

Amos nods, taking off his bag “You take this then” he holds it out but Alex grips his wrist

“What? Why does she get it?” he complains, huffing like a little kid

“She has a name” you say teasingly

“Sorry” he kisses your forehead “Why does sunshine get it?” he corrects before looking at you “…better?”

“Much”

“Because” Amos tugs his arm out of Alex’s grip “She…sorry…doll over here won’t convince me to bring a bunch of useless stuff that will get us caught, I mean if it wasn’t for her we would have been found snoozing”

“He’s right. I’m surprised she didn’t hear your snores echoing throughout the castle” you say, accepting the bag and placing it over your shoulder, hugging the strap as you listen to them bicker

“I’m not that loud” Alex maintains

“And I have great self-control” Amos bites back, voice laced with sarcasm

“I swear you two are like an old married couple” you shake your head, giggles escaping your lips at Amos’ gasp

“You’ll find Amos’ taste runs more towards the blonde end of the spectrum” Alex ruffles his friends’ hair, earning nudge and slap to his hand

“Fuck off, at least I have a type, yours is like spinning the wheel of mystery” Amos taunts

“I like diversity” Alex shrugs

“And I’m going to go” You bow out, stepping back from them and beginning to walk away

“Oh, bye doll”

“Bye sunshine”

“Bye chaotic husbands” you wave behind you, giggling to yourself as you hear Alex and Amos continuing to bicker, not about being husbands but, about who would be the better one

You quickly made your way to Gryffindor tower, slowing down as you reached the portrait of the fat lady, she eyes you for a second before speaking “You aren’t one of mine…pretty though” she comments and you look down shying away

“Butterscotch” you say timidly, biting your lip as you peer up at her

She tilts her head, gaze on you unrelenting “What was that dearie?”

“B-butterscotch?” you almost ask, nervous Peter got the password wrong or maybe they changed it…or…

“Who told you the password?” she questions

“Am I allowed in?” you avoid it, you weren’t going to tell on Peter, not when he’d been so sweet to you

“Yes” she smiles, her firm expression softening in an instant

“Wait…what?” you look at her in complete confusion “You’re letting me in?”

“Yes, only because you didn’t blab on your source. If you had I would have made you watch me practice then fall asleep without ever letting you in” she says simply before opening the portrait “Have fun dearie” she shouts as you climb through and you smile, even the portrait was a true Gryffindor

Walking into the common room you couldn’t help but notice how different it was to Hufflepuff. Your entrance was hidden, in fact ironically dingy compared to the interior while Gryffindor’s was rather grand only to lead into a quaint, yet cosy room

“Oh hello!”

You jump at the sound, head whipping over to see Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans by the fire, various makeup and beauty products surrounding them

You give them a bashful look “Hi”

Lily smiles, green eyes illuminated by the fire, it was no wonder James fell for her she really was something “Y/n right?” she asks sweetly

You nod, stepping towards them

Marlene smirks, hair held up by what looks like chopsticks as she looks you up and down “So you’re the one that’s captured our boy’s attention” she wiggles her eyebrows

Lily nudges her “Don’t mind Marls, she’s just jealous they got to you first”

You let out a nervous giggle “Do you know where Remus is?” you wonder, seeing a flash of something in their eyes, the same thing you saw in Peters

“He’s in his dorm I think, Sirius might be there too or he’s off with Peter and Jami….P-potter…” she corrects before sighing “…doing merlin knows what” her cheeks begin to tint “We’re hiding from them in here. Ironically this is the last place they’ll look” she confesses

You nod, sharing a small look with Marlene at the girls slip up. You would never tell anyone but your friends as the saga of James and Lily was like a real life tv drama and you were all shipping Jilly till the end

“Thank you” you look around the room “How do I get there? This place is so different to mine”

“Up those stairs, along and then down…I know makes no sense but we Gryffindor’s we aren’t meant to be” Marlene grins

“What are the differences between ours and yours?” Lily wonders, blowing on her freshly painted nails

“Mine has lots of plants, and ironically light for being underground. It’s kinda like being in a tree trunk? I don’t know if that makes any sense” your close your eyes, feeling a tad embarrassed for no real reason other than talking to strangers

“That sounds cute. You’ll have to sneak us in sometime sweetheart” Marlene throws a wink your way

Your eyes widen, pressing your lips together and glad there’s no stairs this time

“She’s kidding” Lily assures you “Unless you want to do so of course” she adds and you laugh, the playfulness in her tone surprising you but it’s a welcome one, perhaps her and James aren’t so different

You look towards the dorm stairs “It’s been nice chatting but I need to go back to detention soon so…” you gesture, pointing awkwardly

Lily nods while Marlene rummages to pick up a few products before standing up and walking over to you

“What are you doing?” you mumble as she holds up the what you think are the bottles lip gloss to your lips

She just smiles, finally choosing one “Part your lips for me sweetheart” she asks and you find yourself doing as she says, letting her swipe the gloss over your bottom lip “Do this” she pops her lips

You do it, rubbing your lips together gently

“Perfect now on your way sweetheart” she winks

You feel your face heat as you nod and turn away, quickly heading up the stairs and leaving the two girls somewhat amused

“She’s utterly adorable” Marlene notes sitting back down

Lily hums “She is…you clock she asked for…” she starts, beginning to paint her toenails

“Remus?” Marlene finishes and Lily nods “Yeah I noticed that too…oh and you remember Remus saying she was pretty in charms the other day?” Lily hums in agreement about to say something when Marlene spots someone “Oi Peter!” she shouts scaring the living daylights out of the poor boy

“Merlin Marls don’t do that!” he clutches his chest, breathing heavy

Lily stands helping the boy over to sit with them “You okay Wormy?” she asks softly, rubbing his back to help calm him

He nods “Yeah I’m doing alright now” he eyes Marlene who shrugs innocently before blowing him a kiss “Did you need me for something?” he looks between the two

The girls grin

You walk along the hall, reading the names on each of the doors “Longbottom, Jordon and…I can’t even read that one” you mumble to yourself continuing on to the next door “Brown…Vane…nope” you sigh walking up to the final door, hoping that this is them or you’re in the wrong place “The marauders stay out or risk our wrath” you read, giggling at the sign especially with the ‘just kidding’ written below it followed by a messy ‘or are we?’

Knocking on the door you could hear the sound of running water, and you felt yourself grow a little hot at the thought of Remus in the shower. You knock again, but this time hear a muffled ‘come in’ and you slowly open the door, wincing at the creak caused from how tentatively you were opening it

“Wormtail did you get the…y/n!” Remus’ eyes widen the moment he spots you and your eyes copy at the sight of him shirtless in bed

Turning around quickly you hit your elbow off of the door “I’m…oww…I’m so sorry!” you cringe, panting from your shock and embarrassment…as well as trying to get the pretty sight of his bare chest out of your mind

Remus on the other hand was dead still, looking down at his chest then to you and closing his eyes. He hated his body, if people though his face was scarred and ugly, his chest was much worse, covered in old gashes, scratches and of course the peaking of his original bite marks by his upper hip which he was thankful for his book covering

“It-it’s o-okay” he stutters out placing the book on his nightstand, still processing the why and how you got here “Let me grab a…” he withholds a groan, the aches in his bones from the impending moon not doing him any favours as he leans over his bed to pick up his jumper from the chair

You hear his quiet whines of pain though “A-are you okay?” you ask, not daring to turn around in case he wasn’t just shirtless but completely nude under those covers

“Yes…ahh” he whines, breaths staggering as he feels a sharp pang up his arms and chest

You turn around at that, rushing over to him “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you kneel down beside the bed, hands finding one of his

Remus’ eye flutter at the contact while his free hand moves to pull the sheets up and cover his bite marks “Yeah, just not having a good day” he admits

You nod, looking at the chair “Were you trying to reach this?” one of your hands leave his to grip the material

He nods timidly and you catch his nervous flicks down do his chest. You don’t say anything, not wishing to draw attention to something he was clearly insecure about, even if you found it rather beautiful in its own way

You hand him the jumper “Thank you” he removes his hands from yours, wincing as he tries to put it on

“Let me” you move up to perch yourself on the edge of his bed “Hands up if you can” you say sweetly with a smile Remus could watch forever

He raises his arms as high as he can, allowing you to slip the jumper on smoothly and much softer than he could himself. He found he loved the slight babying of your actions, the singular attention, the lack of judgement on features he deemed flawless, the dare he say love in your actions, and the blissful feeling of your knuckles running down his sides as you pulled down the jumper’s hem

Yet he can’t stop himself from apologising

“Sorry”

“Why?” you ask so innocently he could cry on the spot

Although he adored the assistance, adored you, he couldn’t help but remember that if you chose him you very well may be caring for him the rest of your life

“Inconvenience” he whispers, not bothering to mask his vulnerability as he pulls at the end of his sleeves

You take his hands again, unsure of what you were doing or if this was a cross in some boundary, only thing you knew was your heart told you this was the right thing to do

“Don’t say that. You never need to apologise for being unwell” you tell him, wearing that smile again

Unwell

You just assumed it was chronic, that this was just a bad day and that he wasn’t really a monster. A monster that wouldn’t care if he loved you and kill you just the same. A monster who lay in the bed ill while an innocent puff of a red riding hood looked after him…the big bad wolf

“Rem” you squeeze his rougher hand with yours while the other cups his cheek

For once he was thankful for his heighten scenes as he could hear the sweet rhythm of your heart, the electric touch of skin of his and your scent which was near intoxicating, like a drug specifically made to comfort him.

His nerves begin to dissipate and instead he savours each second of your touch, your presence, your scent…

“Yeah?” he whispers, eyes flicking across your face, resisting the urge of your lips, so shiny and alluring, and instead lets his heart ache at how much care is in your soft gaze

“You spaced out” you inform him with a smile on your face, silently thanking Marlene in the back of your mind

“Oh” he chuckles, head subconsciously tilting into your hand briefly before his eyebrow furrow “Why are you here?” he asks softly but your hand still slips from his cheek, coldness spreading across it at the loss of contact but little did he know your fingers felt the same

“I came earlier before detention…but it took a while to find someone and I was going to be a little late so Peter gave me the password” your eyes drift down to the blanket covering him on the way “I see the…” you make bunny ears “…’borrowed’ blankets are being put to good use” you note, smiling at the red fuzzy material

When Remus first watched your gaze fall he panicked, self-conscious that you would ask about his scars but then he chuckled, realising of course you, beautiful, big hearted you wouldn’t do such a thing, nor be so intrusive. His heart warmed at the playfulness in your voice, as well as the fact Peter must trust you if he confessed what he was really up to this morning

“You ever had borrowed blankets?” he wonders yet your little smile already tells him the answer “You stole blankets?” he asks, adoring your bashful look at the softest accusation known to wizard

You nod and he smiles, the pain of the moon still there yet was duller in your presence, as you distracted him from it and made him feel normal, just like a certain deer, rat and dog did

“I’d love to say it was Alex and Amos’ idea” you confess and his smile turns prideful

“You what to know something?” you nod “Remember last year when all those bully’s hair turned pink?”

“That was your idea?” your eyes widen in the best way, the practically shine

“Prongs…sorry James, and Sirius wanted to make them bald but I thought that was a bit far” he tells you with a small wink

“There hair is still pinkish” you giggle

“Better than bald…besides pinks pretty” he defends his actions softly

“Pretty in pink” he chuckles “You know they bullied me and Alex too so technically you’re my hero”

Now his eyes widen “Should have gone with bald then” he jokes yet hopes you hear the underlying, I’ll be your hero anytime my love

Your giggles warm his heart and your hand hold his a little tighter, merlin he could swear you’ve also shuffled closer on the bed

As the laughs die down you smile sadly “I can’t stay long” you inform him, blues evident in your voice and Remus’ heart flutters and aches at that, gloomy you’re leaving yet glad you’ll miss him

“You never did tell me why you dropped by? Like my company that much puppy?” he asks coyly, a smirk appearing as he can hear your heart stutter like your breath at the petname

“Maybe” you whisper so quietly it’s almost a thought, of course unbeknownst to you he hears it and has to hold in the biggest smile “I…came to ask if you and Sirius got the yarn…and if I could maybe grab it?”

His eyes widen, nodding right away but as he tries to get up he groans, pink spreading across his cheeks and feeling embarrassed he can’t even get up properly with the pre-moon ache in his bones

“Hey” your hand slips from his and you gently push him back down by the shoulders “Tell me where it is and I’ll get it”

Your touch and voice are as kind as you, so kind he settles just a little “It’s in the top drawer of that cabinet over there” he points, cheek now more of a light red

You smile, moving off the bed and walking over while Remus watches fondly, finally getting a look at your outfit, and how cute you look it in, almost certain it’s the same cardigan from your first meeting.

You gently pull the drawer open, eyes searching inside before you pull out a bunch of rusty red yarn, your eyes linger in the drawer though, hand reaching in once more and pulling out some yellow, almost muster coloured yarn

“Could you not decide?” you jest just a little, heart fluttering at the thought of them buying your house colour

The knuckle of his finger comes up to wipe his cheek, almost to try and wipe away the blush before it settles below his ear “We drew up a concept in red but then we saw the yellow…and thought of you” he admits, sending your heart into overdrive

Remus can not only hear it too but see your appreciative smile, fingers fiddling with the yellow, eyes fixated on it with a hinting of an idea in them when you turn back to him

“Can I take both?” you ask

Again, he nods right away “Of course”

You smile brightly, moving back around to your previous position and taking a seat “It’s pretty” you tell him, meeting his eyes

“It is” he replies looking right at you

Your breath hitches, eyes flicking down and around, feeling a little silly such a simple thing made you flustered while Remus reveals in it

“I’m going to start working on it tonight” you start and he feels himself freeze, hoping you aren’t going to ask him to join, his heart couldn’t bear to tell you no, nor see your disappointment “I was going to ask you to work on it after detention but I think Amos has this thing planned” he relaxes, thank you Amos “You okay?”

His eyes widen, realising his sigh of relief was a little too loud “Yeah, just achy” he gestures to his arms

Your hands act before your brain can think, sliding up the sleeve if his jumper and softly rubbing his skin. Remus’ stares at you in a happy shock until you freeze, mouth like a fish opening and closing

“Sorry” you pull your hands away, but Remus grabs them

“Sorry” he lets go this time, cringing just like you and he closes his eyes, feeling embarrassed before he hears it

A giggle

Not one of mocking but more of you laughing at how equally awkward and shy you are, and when he opens his eyes he starts chuckling too. Laughing with you came so naturally, so much when his hand brushes with yours a little he takes it, interlinking them with no hesitation

His fingers fiddle with yours as the laughter dies down “Rem?” you gain his attention

“Yeah love?” the name slips out easily and the smile you wear after is his world

“Is there anything that does help the aching?” you wonder, a little crinkle between your eyebrows

He thinks for a moment, feeling a little sick about the idea of lying completely so he tells you the truth with one minorly big detail left out “There are charms for it, they soothe the pain but I don’t have the strength to continually cast them and potions are…a little expensive” he admits, the last part lower

You nod “Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to work on charming the yarn tomorrow, I wish I had time right now but maybe you could teach me some of them?” you ask

His heart warms, so much he almost feels breathless “Yeah, need to be in the afternoon or evening” he tells you, hoping to merlin the moon will be kind and he’ll be okay

“Of course, I’m going to Hogsmeade tomorrow morning with my friends…and merlin knows what Alex and Amos have planned for me once I get…” you head turns towards the clock, your smile dropping to a sad one as you turn back

“You need to go” he says with a similar expression

“Yeah…” you nod yet your hand lingers in his “…you mentioned earlier you made a concept?”

He nods, never letting go of your hand as he leans forward to grab it from the little pile of papers nested on his bed beside him

“Here” he hands it to you and you notice the red paint on his hand “I’m sorry about the scribbles Sirius and I worked on its last thing in class yesterday” he explains

“You can tell Sirius hi from me too” you giggle reading the note

“Will do” he nods with a chuckle “We would have shown you but I wanted to colour it first” he adds, cheeks tinting ever so slightly

“It’s pretty” you say looking right at him, just like he did earlier before looking down at the parchement “It’s very well done” your fingers glaze over it

Remus wanted nothing more in that moment than to kiss you, grab your face and kiss you…maybe even more than kiss you…but could you blame him? Your slightly parted lips holding the smallest quirk of a smile, they were a little chapped from when he would see you chewing on them in concentration, yet they shined, and he knew they would feel so soft if he could just reach out and run his rougher fingers along them…press his lips to yours.

“Rem?” you tilt your head but he continues to stare into nowhere although nowhere looked awfully like your lips “Rem?” you prompt

Your hand moves to cup his and the moment your skin meet his you’ve brought him back to reality “Sorry” he shakes his head, cheeks tinting quickly like he was caught in the act and he was…he so was “Getting a little spacy. Must be tired” he waves it off, hoping you understand

And you do “I’ll leave you to sleep then” you give his hand a squeeze before you let go and stand up

His heart aches at your leaving but he knows you have to…yet, you aren’t leaving?

His breath hitches as your lips meet his forehead, a tender hand placed in the back on his head for a mere moment before it’s all gone

“Take care of yourself” you tell him before turning, but he clocks your bashful expression before you almost rush towards the door with the yarn and paper

“Bye love” he manages to get out, it’s short, brief and breathless and he’s scared you don’t clock it as the door begins to close

But the door stops at just a crack “Bye Rem” your voice similar, slipping through softly like a wisp in the wind then the door clicks closed

The moment it does Remus wears the giddiest, biggest smile, flopping back on the bed and letting his head hit the pillow. His fingers coming up and grazing the skin. It felt like his first kiss all over again and yet you had only kissed his forehead, he could only imagine what it feels like to really kiss you. His head fell to the side, not clocking the shower stopping as he grasps your book, pulling it to his chest and holds it tightly, like he’s holding a part of you when his chin tucks over it

He doesn’t hear the bathroom door open either, revealing Sirius in just a towel, crunching his curls with the shirt James specifically told him not to use.

Sirius eyes his friend, smiling yet there’s a dull ache in his chest as he feels like he’s been thrown back in time

That dumb smile…that dumb beautiful smile that he could describe as lovesick

The smile he wore when Sirius kissed him for the first time, the same smile he himself wore time and time again until that horrid night. The one where he threw away it all in an instant, knowing he’d never be the reason for that smile again

Although maybe there was a chance for him to find it again, or at least let himself be open to it. If Remus could heal, let that girl from the bookshop into his heart like something from a fairy tale, then he could too. He knew you were special, he still wasn’t sure in what way but his heart was ready if it was love once more

“That must be some book” he comments amused and chuckling as his friend jumps out of his skin

Remus’ breaths are heavy as he sits up, a small well of guilt in his stomach forming “You’re an arsehole” he huffs, finally looking at his friend, eyes lingering on his glistening chest as he clocks the tattoo on his upper hip

Sirius smirks at that “Eyes up here Moons” he pokes his cheek with his tongue

Remus lets out a laugh, cheeks a fame for the, hell, he didn’t know what time this afternoon “I’m surprised you didn’t get it redone” he nods to the ink

Sirius’ eyes drift down to the very shoddily done stick n’ poke, his first tattoo and done by the boy in front of him “Your fault it’s shit” he laughs, moving to sit on the bed next to Remus’ facing him

“My fault!?” Remus laughs “You’re the one that squealing the entire time”

“Was not” Sirius defends himself, his own cheeks brushing with colour

“Were too” Remus moves around to face him, book still firmly on his now crossed lap “It took us the whole night to finish it. You were such a baby”

“I was not a baby!”

“Yes you were” Sirius huffs at that like a child so Remus teases him further “Least I didn’t cry”

The boy scoffs “Yeah but you’ll find you have a certain genetic advantage”

“Nah. I think you’re just a baby”

“Prick”

“Wank” Remus rebuts before they burst out laughing

The laughter is familiar for them both, and for a moment Remus forgets about the triangle only he knew he was in. While for Sirius things finally felt normal for the first time since they got back as he had been worried Remus was angry at him this week, acting a little weird and not just moon is due weird

As the laughter dies down Sirius looks at the door then back to Remus “Did someone come in? I could swear I heard muffled sounds in the shower…just hope it wasn’t next door again” he wiggles his shoulders remembering

“Not next door thank merlin” Remus copies him, never would the look at them the same again “Y/n dropped by” he confesses, not missing the way Sirius’ eyes light up

“And I missed her?” Remus nods causing Sirius to sigh “If I’d known she was dropping by I wouldn’t have bothered doing my whole routine” he sulks, groaning as he flops backwards, legs parting ever so slightly

Remus’ guilt was put on hold as he raises his hand laughing “Pads mate…”

Sirius props himself up on his elbows, realising soon enough what his friend was referring too and closing his legs “Not like you haven’t seen it before” he winks

Remus’ feels his cheeks grow hot “The context was very different back then” he says, a smile grazing his face

“Wait” Sirius finally fully registers that you, a Hufflepuff, were in his dorm “How did y/n get up here?” he smirks, more than impressed

“Wormtail gave her the password this morning” Remus tells him

Sirius lets an ‘ah’ before asking “Did she just leave?” he gestures to the door, and if Remus knows Sirius which he’s sure he does he’s thinking of running after her

“Yeah but she’s heading back to detention now. She grabbed the yarn and our sketch before she left though”

“Oh yeah…forgot the puffs had detention today…sunshine classic” he chuckles to himself before seeing Remus wince “You alright?” he asks, tone shifting drastically

“Yeah could you…” he starts but Sirius is already on it “Thank you” he sighs in relief the moment the spell is cast

“Anything for you moony” Sirius gives him a smile, now sitting beside him on the bed “Did she like the yellow yarn?” he wonders

There is it was again, anything for him…merlin was Remus conflicted

“Yeah she loved it” Remus nods, as does Sirius who wears a delighted smile at the knowledge “She says hi by the way” he adds and watches as Sirius’ smile widens, weirdly as nervous as it made Remus he didn’t regret it, he would never regret making Sirius Black smile

“Y/n mention or say anything else?” he asks, placing his wand in his mouth while he bunches up his hair and twists it before taking his wand and twirling it around into a messy bun

Remus watches him in awe, he’s seen it hundreds of times but still found the simple act impressive, especially since he watched Lily try to do the same thing for two hours straight in the library once before throwing her wand...and yes, it was proceeded by him sneaking her to Hogsmeade to get it fixed

“She’s going to start on the knitting tonight” Sirius’ head snaps up “Don’t worry she, Alex and Amos have something planned” his shoulders relax

“Good, she say anything about…” Sirius waves his hand in front of him

Remus lets out a chuckle, swatting his hand “Only if I was okay” he can’t stop the smile on his face so he looks down at the book, fingers lining the covers edge “She’s going to come tomorrow afternoon or evening though”

“That’s good, give us and you time to rest in the morning” Sirius nods, eyes drawn to the book as well “You really like that book don’t ya?” he notes, eyes flicking up to meet Remus’

Out of everyone Remus hadn’t talked about it to Sirius one on one, he explained the plot to James, and Peter…although Peter was a rat and enjoying cheese at the time so who knows if he was listening, but not Sirius. If anything, he’d avoided until now a one on one with him in general…what a shitty friend I am

“I do” he nods firmly “It’s a good book, good plot, characters” his eyes return to the book

“And the girl who sold it to you was really something” Sirius adds, earning another nod and funny smile from Remus “You should go home at Christmas and meet her again…maybe ask for her address to write or those muggle phone numbers” he suggests and the guilt in Remus’ stomach returns

If we were going to tell him now’s the time

“Sirius…” he starts but loses his words the moment he looks into those grey eyes

“Yeah Moons?” he smiles, though it soon morphs to concern “What’s wrong?”

“Y-Sh-ugh” he can’t do it “Can you cast the spell again?” he asks, eyes a little glossy as Sirius nods right away, pulling the wand out of his hair and begins to cast the spell with care

“I got you Moons”

I am a horrible person

You smiled all the way back to McGonagall’s class room, hugging the strap to Amos’ bag which held the yarn and concept design as you had your own idea. You were going to make Remus his own jumper, one which would soothe his pain, help him…a gift you would make with love and without the knitting charm. Actually, you would have to thank Mrs Jamison next time you saw her for all those lessons she gave you…

What the hell are they doing?

“Hey sunshine!” Alex greets waddling sideways with Amos holding what you realise is a rather large and fancy telescope

“Hi?” you shake your head “Didn’t you give me the bag for this exact eventuality?” you wonder with a giggle

They place it down “Yes doll but we always planned to bring this” Amos explains patting it

“A telescope?” you confirm

“Yes”

“A telescope” you say again

“Yeah” Amos shrugs alongside Alex

“Can I ask why?”

“Yes, but we have five minutes to get this thing in that bag before we need to get back in there so we’ll answer it after sunshine” Alex says, pointing at the telescope and then the bag

You eye the bag, taking it off your shoulders and trying to do the math “I know it’s extendable but I think even that has limits” you state, the muggle part of your brain exploding

“She has a point actually” Alex scratches the back of his head “I don’t think you’ve thought this all the way through Ams” he says to the boy who scoffs

“Me?” he places a hand to his chest “You’re a part of this plan too”

“Yes, but he never thinks things through” you cut in

“Cheeky” Alex eyes you before turning back to Amos “But she’s right…me not thinking before acting is the reason we have this detention”

“Okay whatever” Amos puts his hands up “Just trust me…please” he pleads when you and Alex give him a look “Take one end of the bag each and open it up”

You and Alex do as he says, taking one end of the satchel each and moving apart, lips parting and looking down at it in awe as the opening grows

“Place it on the floor” Amos instructs “Alex help me lift and doll you guide us”

After almost dropping the telescope along with Alex in, the boys finally line it up properly and slide it into place

“That is what you call a convenient side pocket” you note looking down into the bag while Alex and Amos take an end each closing up the bag until it looked like a regular one again

“You can thank my dad for that” Amos says “Won it in a card game against some wizard with a…what’s those things called again…nifflers?”

You and Alex freeze for a moment ‘no?…no!’ you mouth, both of your faces morphing into awe before needing to hold your chuckles

“What?” Amos asks, wrapping the bag around him, looking a little confused

“Nothing mate, we’ll tell you later. Can’t keep Minnie bo binny…oh hello Min-a-bin-a-McGonagall” Alex says, correcting himself terribly and just nodding at the end, accepting that it was in fact terrible

“Please come in” is all she says, rolling her eyes at your friends but when you pass she gives you a quick smile

“Miss?” you call as you take your seat

“Yes Miss Y/l/n?” she tilts her head

“Can I work on my charms project?”

She looks surprised but agrees “I don’t see why not” she glances at Alex and Amos “You boys take charms as well correct?” they nod “You may work as a group, quietly”

Alex and Amos stand, moving to join your table. As the sit on either side, Alex reaches into his satchel, grabbing some parchment and quills for you all while you silently ask Amos for his bag to get the plans Remus gave you earlier

There’s only the occasional whisper passed between the three of you. Amos was busy sketching or writing something, something being the word as he was hunched over in complete concertation and his arm blocking whatever it was from view. Alex, surprisingly, did some work, even if he did purposely bother you and write on your page a few times…and got pinched when he spilt his ink in what he whispered was an artistic technique for his own project

“What do you think?” you whisper, gaining both Amos and Alex’s attention leaning back on the stool so they could see your sketch, heavily inspired by Sirius and Remus’ but still, you deemed this one more remus-y compared the original that screamed Sirius

“Love it sunshine” Alex gives your leg a quick squeeze

You and he turn to Amos for his thoughts but find him digging in his bag. Your eyebrows furrow, glancing up to check the professor wasn’t looking…although if the telescope fell out you all would be in bigger trouble than a simple detention

“Ams” Alex hisses as quietly as he can

“One…moment” Amos says quietly yet casually “Ah-ha” he pulls out a tin, a paintbrush and a small strand of yarn that had frayed off the end “Looks great doll but you should colour it to get the real effect” he places them all down

You heart warms “Thanks Amos” you kiss his cheek

His nose scrunches, waving his hand modestly “No problem doll”

“He gives you paints along with a shitty old brush and gets a kiss, while I have a healing book for your boyfriend and I get nah da?” Alex whisper shouts, although if any of you were paying attention you would see the look of amusement on your professor’s face as she graded papers

“I can give you one now?” you offer

“Meaning…less” you kiss his cheek as he huffs

“Forgiven?” you ask, fluttering your eyelashes at him

“For now…” he smiles and you nudge him

Around half an hour later detention was coming to a close and you were finished with the painting, but sadly you didn’t have any time to ask their opinions when the professor stands up

“Congratulations you made it through” she comments earning giggles from the three of you “I’ll see you, Miss y/l/n and Mr McConnell on Monday and I’ll see you Mr Diggory same time next Saturday” she smiles

You, Alex and Amos all nod, quickly gathering your stuff but you keep the sketch in your hand

“Bye miss” you give her a smile as you leave

“Bye” Amos waves backwards as he follows you

“Bye Min-a-miss” Alex says, stopping and looking at the professor at the door, cringing quite a bit “You don’t know whether to hate me or love me, do you?”

“After 7 years and knowing someone terrifying similar you would be right, but the answer is both…always both” she replies and with that Alex joins you and Amos out in the hall

“We ready to go?” Alex clasps his hands but then clocks your drawing “Aww that looks so great!”

You smile “You were right Amos, it looks so much better with colour” you look at your friend, giving him a little hug

“He’s going to love it” he tells you giving your hair a quick kiss

“No no no…” Alex pulls you into him “Remmys gonna love it” Alex teases earning a light smack in the stomach

“Stop” you whine with a slight laugh “So are you two going to tell me why we need the telescope now?”

They grin

“Well doll do you know what astro event is happening tonight?” Amos poses looking awfully proud next to Alex who wears an equal if now more smug expression

You look at them a little sceptically “You mean the full moon?” you say, letting out a tiny laugh

“Walked right into that one, didn’t we?” Alex looks towards Amos

“Little bit yeah” he agrees both looking at each other for one second longer than necessary before the turn back to you at the same time resuming their earlier demeanour “There are two astro related event tonight…”

“…and we happen to have charmed telescope to see the cooler one” Alex finishes

You look at them for a moment, eyes flicking between them “Charmed telescope?” you ask but then you figure it out “Ohhh” you press your hand to your head “That was the bribe?” they nod “I thought you were planning to steal a diamond or commit murder” you start laughing and they laugh with you

“Well technically this telescope is illegal in Britain” Alex informs you amidst chuckles before his head tilts “Although…” oh no you know that although “We should do a big heist again maybe not murder…although that cun…” he stops himself and takes a breath “…Lastrange would deserve it”

“Yeah we haven’t done one in ages” Amos agrees “Alright we’ll put it on the list of things to do but for now the hideout”

You giggle at your friends “Ooo we can finally use the little enchanted terrace on the roof!” you grow excited

“That’s a great idea” Alex taps his nose then points to you “And a greater idea is we should head to the kitchens first and nick a bunch of goodies”

“That is a greater idea” you nod as does Amos and with that you all head off towards the kitchens

“Hideout on a full moon looking at the stars and planets…”

“Plus knitting” you butt in softly

Alex points to the sky “…looking at the stars and planets whilst y/n knits like a little granny…ouch…what could go wrong” he shrugs with a smile

You and Amos stop walking and look at one another while Alex continues walking knowing full well he’s messing with the two of you because what could go wrong…right?

“Well that was ominous as all fuck”

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𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

»»———-Part 1┋Part 2┋Part 3┋His POV———-««

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

Man passing by: "This guy? Oh no, I've never seen him before. By the way, this portrait is so good."

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Women in the market: "Oh, I think I remember that one. That's exactly what I saw near Emma's bookstore."

Women in the market: "By the way, who did this portrait? It's very pretty, I like it."

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An elderly man passing by: "Oh, yeah. You'll see this guy often at the bar across the street. He tends to start drinking every evening."

An elderly man passing by: "By the way, this picture is brilliant. You have captured the characteristics of the person, and at the same time, it is charming."

An elderly man passing by: "I bet the person you drew is a mischievous and lovely young lady, hahaha!"

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Emma: "So it turns out that Prince Gilbert is looking for someone who is a regular at the tavern…"

Emma: "I see that Prince Gilbert's paintings are lovely!"

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit. Are you picking fights with me?"

Emma: "No! I just gathered testimony and made statements based on facts."

We went into a café with a view of the bar and had to kill time with Prince Gilbert until the person we were looking for showed up.

On the table, we ordered pastries, tea, and...

Then there are the improvised portraits of the person drawn by Prince Gilbert.

(The picture depicts a man in his 40s, but for some reason, he is deformed in a cute and charming way...)

Gilbert: "I wonder. Like the last old man... I'll hit my pinky on the corner of the table today and break a bone, probably."

Emma: "I'm afraid that when Prince Gilbert says it, it's really going to happen."

Gilbert: "Well, it's okay. I've made progress thanks to you. Thanks for your help."

(I think Prince Gilbert could have done it by himself if he had asked around.)

The people in the city do not know that Gilbert is a Prince of Obsidian.

If you don't know anything about him, everyone will gladly give him information because he is a nice young man with a refreshing smile.

Emma: "Who is this man?"

Gilbert: "Secret."

Emma: ". . . . ."

Gilbert: "I won't tell you even if you look at me like that. Because you won't be involved in this forever."

(I lent a hand without thinking, but I wonder if it's okay.)

Cafe clerk: "Thank you for waiting. Here is the cake for your birthday."

(Oh, here it comes.)

The waitress brought a pure white whole cake decorated with roses made of sugar candy.

Gilbert: "I knew you were ordering something in secret."

Emma: "It's your birthday today, isn't it?"

Gilbert: "You remembered."

Emma: "In many ways, it is unforgettable."

Last year, the celebration itself was a trap by Prince Gilbert.

(But I don't feel any ill will this year.)

I have accumulated memories with Prince Gilbert, even though it was only for a short time.

Though he is a prince of an enemy nation who was and still is trying to trample on Rhodolite.

Apart from that title, he has a strange charm that makes it hard for me to dislike him.

Gilbert: "You never learn."

Gilbert: "You'll be betrayed by me just like last year, you know?"

Emma: "Then please don't betray me. This cake is exquisite, isn't it?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, are you trying to bribe me with this?"

Emma: "I didn't mean to... But let me celebrate your birthday honestly at least."

Gilbert: "I don't think you're dealing with the right person."

Emma: ". . . . ."

Gilbert: "But I'll take your good will, little rabbit."

Gently softening his eyes, Prince Gilbert makes me hold his own fork.

Emma: "... What's this?"

Gilbert: "I'm waiting for an 'ahh'?"

Emma: "I don't want to."

Gilbert: "Oh, do I have to tell you again?"

(To do or to be forced to do...)

There are eyes all around. Prince Gilbert is a conspicuous looking man, so I felt glances here and there.

(I'm too embarrassed... But I don't think I can refuse, and the other person is the main character of today's birthday...)

I scoop out a hearty portion of cake and bring it to his smiling, cheery mouth.

I felt like I cut it into too big a piece, but it fit nicely in Prince Gilbert's mouth.

Emma: "How do you like it?"

Gilbert: "One more bite."

(It's like a birthday present until you enjoy teasing me.)

I feel like crying, but I continue to feed the cake to him without a care in the world.

I could feel my face heating up, as if we were like lovers, but Prince Gilbert was unconcerned.

Gilbert: "I wasn't into sweets before, but I got a taste for it here at Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "Now I like sweets. It's your fault, isn't it?"

Emma: "... I'm glad you liked it."

(I wonder why Prince Gilbert's jokes are always bad for the heart.)

Prince Gilbert, who had been smiling happily, suddenly turns his eyes out the window.

I felt the atmosphere change for a moment, and I followed his gaze.

A person resembling the man in the painting was just entering the bar.

Gilbert: "After we've eaten everything, shall we go somewhere else?"

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Emma: "That man... He drinks all alone, doesn't he?"

Gilbert: "It seems so. It's lonely."

Prince Gilbert and I proceed to drink the pomegranate juice at a blind spot from the man seated at the counter.

Prince Gilbert's appearance was the same as when we were at the café, but I was strangely nervous.

(Maybe it's because it looks like I'm following you.)

Hmmm... When I unconsciously took a breath, Prince Gilbert put down his glass and crossed his arms.

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit. Has anything changed around you lately?"

Emma: "Things that have changed..."

Emma: ". . . . ."

It's not that I don't have an idea. In fact, my heart was in turmoil, wondering 'how did he know?'.

Gilbert: "Whatever you have to say, just say it."

(I've never told anyone about it.)

Prompted by a friendly smile, I hesitantly opened my mouth.

Emma: "I think it's just my imagination, but sometimes I can feel someone's gaze on me."

Emma: "On the way home from the bookstore... I turned around, but there was no one there..."

Gilbert: "Oh, is that your stalker?"

Emma: "... I don't know."

Gilbert: "You're so cute." // "You're pretty."

Emma: "Is that so...?"

Gilbert: "Yeah, probably the type who unknowingly loses every guy she meets."

(Am I being teased again?)

When I raised my eyebrows, Prince Gilbert chuckled unusually.

Gilbert: "But don't worry. I don't think you'll ever feel the gaze again."

Emma: "How did you--"

Emma: ". . . . ."

(... Oh, that's strange…)

(I didn't drink alcohol, but…)

(Oh my God, I suddenly feel so sleepy...)

Gilbert: "Because you're my only prey. …Right?"

»»———-Part 1┋Part 2┋Part 3┋His POV———-««

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twilightknight17 · 4 months

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Today on P5T, we finish the DLC, get cranky at logistics, mentally subtract one from Akira’s assumed god-murder total, and I start gathering up everyone for a roadtrip to go lay on the floor of the Atlus Headquarters until they think about their writing choices.

Before we head off to the finale, we chat a little more about Luca and Guernica, as well as why Goro was investigating the graffiti in the first place. Apparently the police asked for his help to look into it because they were getting frustrated at their own lack of progress. It must suck for them, to not be able to find Guernica or the Phantom Thieves. XD Doesn’t explain how he knew about the Arsène mural in a back alley, tho. People in Yongen seem too chill to call the cops over that sort of thing.

I don’t actually remember what it was that he said, but I was given a dialogue option to agree with him, and when I took it…

Careful, Goro. You almost sound like your real self, there. ^_^

He also makes a comment about how, even if he didn’t want to help Luca, Akira would have made him anyway.

I wanted to be a little shit, but I opted for asking him to show off instead.

Now that the mural is complete, it’s actually really beautiful. The three pieces recombined, and dissolved into light, which was absorbed into Luca. We also learn Guernica’s real name, and Luca prepares to open a hole directly into the villains’ lair.

Meanwhile, in the lair itself, Jerri is still being a huge bitch, and also apparently hates art.

She’s trying her best to delete every memory of Luca from Guernica’s heart, so by the time we get there, things are very dire. The world took the thing Guernica loved most, and now she’s been fully warped into wanting to destroy the whole world as retribution.

We fight Guernica to a standstill, and Luca finally, finally gets through to her. Jerri tries to throw a fit, but Sumi is not letting anyone interrupt this moment between sisters.

Luca returns the light of Guernica’s first mural and restores her to normal, and then fades out, her task accomplished. That just leaves Guernica herself, who is pissed at Jerri.

And Jerri is doing herself no favors in response.

Goro… really shouldn’t know that the gods are real at this point, but he’s excused because it’s pretty badass to just flat-out say it to her face like that. XDDD

Jerri is not a god, Jerri is a minion at best, but she still transforms for one last final boss battle that makes it pretty obvious who her master is.

...I’m losing it a little over the fact that she’s still just named “Jerri”, though.

The paint mechanics shift again, this time introducing black paint that we’re not allowed to walk on at all. The whole battlefield is covered at the start, but as Jerri summons enemies, and Guernica backs us up with her paint gun to create a path, the boss is eventually within reach. After a certain amount of her health is depleted, she resets the battlefield to a new configuration and new black paint, and we go again.

Third battlefield is the charm, and despite Jerri’s claims that she’s in control, Guernica understands now that this is her world, and she’s the one with the power.

I’m not sure what I was expecting. Maybe something a little more dramatic, considering the full capabilities of imagination, but this works too! One last rainbow-painted battlefield where no one has any cover at all. Shoutout to Goro and World’s End for chewing through a ton of her hp. And so Jerri falls, and her giant mock-god form dissolves back to the bird.

Jerri vanishes, and dear god, are we really not getting any more than that regarding her identity?

...thanks for confirming, Sumi.

Guernica talks a little more about how she’s can feel Luca in her heart, and that she’ll always be with her. It makes Sumi tear up, but she’s not sure why it’s affecting her so much. How close was she to breaking through Maruki’s bullshit? Man, if we’d just kept this conversation going for a couple more minutes, we might have done it.

Akira gets a dialogue option to tell Guernica that he’s a fan of hers now, and she’s thrilled. Everyone promises to see each other again one day, and Guernica sends them back to the real world.

...she’s so pretty.

I have to wonder if this is a similar situation to Toshiro. Her eyes aren’t shadow-gold, so I’m assuming this is the real deal. In which case, she’s very chill about being in another world. I’m thinking this place is closest to a Stronghold. Something to protect the core of her heart. And Luca was part of that protection, when she couldn’t protect herself.

We get a brief confirmation that Jerri was in fact working for Salmael, and he’s sending her back to the void because no, Jerri, killing all of humanity is not the kind of tranquility he’s going for. We never actually see him or any of his dialogue, but this is definitely his weird clockwork kingdom.

So what you’re telling me, Atlus, is that there were two active gods in Tokyo in November. Plus Azathoth already actively screwing with Maruki’s head. PLUS Enlil’s cinema and all that nonsense that the Thieves don’t remember. November was an absolute fucking mess. It’s a wonder the whole city didn’t just poof out of existence from the strain.

My actual point here is that I’m trying to wrap my brain around how Salmael and Yaldabaoth are going to coexist ruling over humanity. I guess absolute control can mesh with self-preservation instincts, but it’s funnier to imagine God Wars. XD

Anyway, I wonder how long we’ve been gone this ti–

I want you all to understand that I blurted “NO” out loud.

This is CHEATING, Atlus, you damn cowards, you set this story in November and refuse to commit to the consequences of that. I loved this DLC, I loved the story and the music and the character interactions, but this last two minutes was just… complete disappointment. At least the games that involve the Abyss of Time are justified in no one remembering anything.

The graffiti Goro came to investigate is gone, so he decides to just leave. You came all the way here to Yongen and aren’t going to stick around for longer than two minutes (from your perspective)?

And what time is it? It was afternoon before, as far as I could tell, but Guernica’s done a whole new piece, and the news claims it appeared “overnight”. Is this a weird memory retcon thing on a massive scale, or have we been gone all night and just don’t notice that we’re missing like 12 hours? Morgana’s watching the news report when Akira gets back to Leblanc, but he doesn’t comment on Akira being gone, just implies that they’re running late need to leave, before Sojiro gets upset. So like… late for school? Is it the next morning???? Atlus I’m begging for just a crumb of a sense of time anywhere in this game.

It’s cool art, though. :)

The credits are cool, with little floating paint blobs, and afterwards, we get a brief scene of Toshiro watching the news. His father notes that he seems too interested in the graffiti, and he brushes it off as ‘petty vandalism’… before immediately going back to watching the news intently.

And that is the ending of the DLC! Now I can go get those last few personas for my compendium, and run NG+ merciless mode–

……….are you KIDDING ME, ATLUS.

Fine. Time to call down World’s End to just murder everything. Goro’s gonna be my strongest teammate forever.

It also unlocked challenge maps, with specific character and skill presets for each one. I tried the first one, and not only is it difficult, but all of a sudden, friendly fire is active for AOE spells, so that is bizarre. We’ll see if I can figure those out another day.

For now, time to go not think about how I’d change that ending. :P

#Li plays P5T #someone stop me from thinking about how to fit the DLC into fic stuff X'D

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pbandjesse · 4 months

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I had a pretty nice day. And we got to end it with our signed contracts and getting the inspections scheduled. It is starting to feel more real and I'm getting to feel a little more excited.

I slept okay but not as well. I had very strange dreams. About exploring the basement of our building and moving and all those things my brain is working though. I let myself wake up naturally again and woke up around 930 and didn't feel amazing but I felt okay.

I had things to do before Naomi and Kim came over. She had texted me asking if I had green fabric and I said I would pull out some cheistmasy fabrics for us.

I would have eggsalad again and would pick up some stuff. I would take a hair drto the tops of my candles to try and fix a few imperfections. This did not work as well as I was hoping but I still think they look great and I'm very proud of them. I'm excited to give them as gifts.

I would do a lot of knitting today. And was able to finish all the pieces for one whole side of the blanket I'm making and I'm thrilled about that. I would do that basically on and off all morning.

I did some cleaning and played with sweetp and just enjoyed being home where it was warm and not outside where it was grey and gross. I encouraged James to take the car to work because of the weather and I'm glad they did because it was gross today and would start raining pretty soon after I got up. It was just grey and sad outside all day. It's still pouring now actually.

Kim would text me a little after 1 when her and Naomi arrived. I came down to get them and Naomi was clearly excited. Rushed right upstairs.

Sweetp was being very friendly and lovey which was really cute. And I love how much Kim and Naomi love him. He would hang with us some of the time they were here but he also would just do his own thing.

We had lot of work today. And that was awesome. I didn't want to be belittling or anything but I wanted to go over some basics and skills that seem really easy but take some skills. Like cutting the fabric and threading the needle but also just using a fabric tape measure. And I was able to go over a bunch of my tools like tailors chalk and pinking sheers and it was fun.

We started with a shirt and that went really well I also had Naomi do a blanket stitch around the collar because it's fleece and it makes it look more finished. And she did an excellent job. We would next use some cotton and I showed her how to sew down the hems first and then attach the pieces and that one would be a little jacket.

Finally we would work on a little scarf for one of the plushies that just has to big of a head. But he looks great! And we were just loving the way this scarf turned out. Honestly I could seriously see all the progression Naomi is making and I was having so much fun showing her everything. And she was able to use the sewing machine almost completely independently. I am thrilled. I hope to show her how to use her own someday!

Her mom was also just really nice to talk to. Kim is very sweet and I told her about the house and she wished us luck and she made me feel a little more excited.

I am still trying to not be to excited but I won't lie, I am excited. I've been saving ideas of painting and furniture and all that fun stuff and I'm just really excited to start figuring things out. I dont want to be disappointed but I don't think I'm going to be. I think it's going to be great.

After they left I would clean up our stuff and would jump into my next project. I heated up some frozen Mac and cheese and started planning out the stand for my fish knife.

I knew I wanted to do a board like a billy bass. But as I was laying it out I was thinking about it being on a plate. And I really ran with that and I love it. It's not done. I want to add something else to the plate but I had so much fun figuring this out.

I even used some modeling paste to create some dimension to the things on the plate and I was just having so much fun over the day. Painting. Then letting it dry. And coming back and forth. And for real, Callie knocked it out of the park it's such a good gift.

I would go back to the couch to continue to knit while I was waiting for the paint to dry. And soon James was home and I was so happy to see them. And they were so sweet when they got home being so lovey. They are very clearly stressed about everything but I was still really happy that they seemed so happy in that moment.

It was decided we needed to go to the grocery store for a few things for the dinner I wanted. James said I didn't need to come with them but I wanted to be with them. And so we headed out into the gross night together.

The grocery store was fine. We got a few fun things. But we stuck to the list for the most part.

While we were checking out Harold called us. And said to check our email because he has great news. His email was so cute with lots of bottle emojis. But the sellers signed the paperwork and we can move forward with the inspection. We are getting an air quality test tomorrow and then on Tuesday afternoon we are getting the home inspection. I'm thrilled. I am excited that we will get to be there so while he's doing his inspection I can be measuring things and looking at specifics like closets and the back "yard" and measuring things. Just being more excited and it's just really fun.

We had some stress after we called Harold back in the car and got some answers about how things will go and what we need to do. He said we needed to wire the money for the deposit over. But we didn't know how to do that so we had some stress when we got home.

We couldn't figure out how to Google it and our banks websites weren't helping. Finally we decided we should just text Harold and he said we can go to our bank in the morning. Excellent thank you Harold.

I had some nachos while James made us some Thai curry rice. Which was really good but I mostly wanted to eat the naan James made which was very very good. Love my James.

They were kind of upset with stress. But we would talk and try to just chill. They had forgotten their laptop cord at work so they used my laptop to watch sports while they painted their nails and I continued to knit and paint.

It has been a really nice night. I washed my hair. And we talked about our Christmas travels. And now we are in bed and it's just nice listening to the rain. I feel happy. Tired and sore but happy.

Tomorrow we have many things to do. We have to go to the bank. James is going to make cookies. I have to go pick something up from awah. We have to go get food gifts. And then we have the Christmas party at the BMI. It's going to be a full day but I think it's going to be fun.

I love you all. Goodnight everyone!

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zirielladior · 9 months

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ella's diary ୨୧

friday || 7.28.2023

hihi ella here !!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

another nice-ish week. school starts on august 9th. i'm kind of sad, but at least i'll see some friends. i just don't want to do any school work. i still want good grades, of course, just.. without doing anything i guess.

my friend & i started a baking goal a few days ago. we were baking cookies and then his little sister came into the kitchen and asked if she could watch a movie with us. (she's eight.) and we said yes, we ended up eating all the cookies in three days, so we decided to bake again. we baked the famous pinterest jelly tart cookies. they came out pretty good, i almost burnt them because he went to shower and i started reading. but he got out soon enough and then went to check on them and they almost burnt. they're good though, i wish i could give you one right now for staying this look just to read <3 🍪

i spent a bit of today cleaning my room again. only vacuuming & organizing my closet, for almost the third time this month. and then i started reading another book i bought, it's called 'if he had been with me'. i saw it online & in a bookshop when i was in ontario for the summer, so i bought it! a lot of people say it's a little overrated, (not judging by the cover but by the actual book) and of course i saw it. i wanted to buy it anyway because it wasn't available at the library. (i can't really afford me buying books every other day so i usually go to my local library for books i see online that might be nice to read.)

also i've been writing a little bit of my own novel ideas. it think i might actually publish something, (hopefully if the KOSA bill doesn't progress.) on wattpad. not much of a fanfic although that's really the most popular side of wattpad. maybe. i'm really fond of writing a story that may reflect my dream life. you know..? like a good main plot with my dream lifestyle? don't know if it's a good idea though considering i just created this blog.

oh also, i've just started watching stranger things 4 !! i love the show up until now, but i've heard that vol. 2 could've been better. not sure, i just started episode one with my father on wednesday. i hope its not a weird season with a lot more people dying.

oh! speaking of which, i'm thinking of taking bass lessons soon. and maybe piano too. i've really wanted to play both for a while. he knows how to play bass, piano, drums, pretty much anything. he can make a tune out of recordings of every instrument and then he can make a nice instrumental song. he makes good poems so sometimes i tell him to make songs but he doesn't usually. he's making one now actually! i finally convinced him with elliot (his little sister) that he should write a song. so i think he's writing a song, maybe it's a love song for his crush. like i dunno but that could def be a reason why he's hiding it from us. otherwise he's pretty open about music and stuff.

him & i also went to a bakery in town. it was a bit close to the hotel his family & my family were staying at. (family friends trip, chill nothing weird.) so it was nice to go out and feel the night breeze. especially since i haven't been leaving the house much after being gone to ontario for an hour. we went shopping and i bought a cute cream colored mug with brown paint splattered on it, and a cute little baby tee that said gilmore on it !!

we went out to a cute bakery and had pastries and tea. we also bought candy from there for our sisters. mine's twelve and his is eight, but my sister's still pretty immature. they get along really nicely. his sister likes dolls, and my sister likes fixing dolls up. that's not whats immature about her, she genuinely acts five, but she loves dolls, and miniatures and making jewelry which i adore for her. if she's happy, i'm happy. in the end we both bought chocolate covered peppermint sticks with sprinkles. i think it was called lazy dog chocolateria. really great place, the food was sososososoo yummy.

anyway, so much for trying to keep a short entry. thank you for staying this long and listening to my conversations that were, really, just for myself considering not many people are going to listen to these.

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love always, ella ୨୧

#downtowngirl #baking #heart aesthetic #ella's diary #defnottziriella

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Fluffuary 2023 Day 2: Kissing- Aragorn x OC

Aragorn x Issa

Description: When it comes to kisses, there are many kinds for Aragorn and Issa.

Word Count: 1.6k

Challenge by the lovely @darthglitterfanfiction

When it came to kisses, there were many kinds for Aragorn and Issa. They both knew that the type of kiss didn’t matter, for they all meant the same thing. There wasn’t just one sort of kiss that defined their relationship. Instead it was many different ones.

Aragorn never left without kissing Issa. No matter what. Of course when he was in a rush it would be a quick peck to her forehead, cheek, knuckles or even her palm.

Both Aragorn and Issa had been busy all day. While Aragorn had been working on forging old alliances, Issa had been working on helping in preparations in the rebuilding of Minas Tirith. All this work meant that the King and Queen barely had any time to spend with each other unless in a professional setting. It was a rare occasion that they even saw each other during the day as it seemed like there was just so much to be done and not enough time. It was beginning to cause them to become distant, which terrified them both. The last thing they wanted was for their marriage to fall apart because they don’t have time for each other. Of course, logically, they were aware that that likely wouldn’t happen, it was still always present in the back of their minds.

Finally, the day came where Aragorn was allowed a break. He’d finally finished a meeting he’d been working towards for the past month or so and had decided to show their visitor around and explain the progress they’d been making. As they’d been doing that one of their guests' advisors pulled him away to talk, and Aragorn took his chance. The first thing he’d decided to do was find his wife.

Issa had been helping with the finishing touches of a new schoolhouse when he finally spotted her. She had been painting the last wall that needed painting for the building to officially be completed. Today, and every other day really, opted for more casual attire so she wasn’t working in a nice dress. She wore a tunic Aragorn recognized as one she’d received while in the MapleElm realm on the quest to destroy the One Ring, and one that was getting quite a bit of paint on it with all the children running around excitedly.

He couldn’t help but smile at that as he wordlessly walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Issa tensed up at first as the sudden contact, but quickly recognized her husband’s touch and relaxed into him.

“What do you think?” She asked softly, referring to the school as Aragron rested his chin on her shoulder. She felt his chin move as a smile formed on his face.

“I think that my amazing wife did an amazing thing for our amazing kingdom.”

“So it’s amazing?” Issa teased lightly, turning her head to look at him.

“Very,” he confirmed, pulling away from her.

“King Aragorn,” their guest called, making the Man sigh.

“I’m afraid I have to go,” he muttered. “I just wanted to see you while I was near.” Issa smiled at him and shook her head amusedly.

“Perhaps we can see each other at dinner,” she suggested. “Tonight?” Aragorn couldn’t help but smile as he nodded, though he was interrupted when he went to respond.

“My Lord,” Aragorn’s advisor called this time.

“Alright,” the Man called, trying not to sound annoyed. He faced her with a soft look (which nearly made her laugh at the change in demeanor) then pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I will see you tonight,” he muttered with finality before heading back over to the others, leaving Issa to stare after him with a wide and giddy smile.

Sometimes there was an occasional sneaked kiss. Those didn’t really happen until they became King and Queen, though. When they’d sneak away from the palace in the middle of the day and wander off.

“Come on,” Issa urged in a hushed voice, taking Aragorn’s hand in hers again as they walked through the various halls of the palace. The couple had started a small tradition of sneaking away from the palace when they wished to pretend that they weren’t King and Queen of such a big kingdom - even if it was only for a few hours. Of course the world didn’t work that way; they were still needed. Which meant they had to hide from guards or generals who were searching for them. So far Issa wasn’t doing a good job so far as she just couldn’t stop giggling. She heard her husband chuckle from behind her as he followed, finding amusement in her joy.

“I’m coming, but you must be quiet meleth nin (my love),” he retorted. Though he was trying to whisper only loud enough for her to hear, his voice still echoed in the corridor they were walking down along with her laughter (which she tried - and failed - to hold back).

“Your Majesties?” They suddenly heard from an adjacent corridor, making the couple freeze mid step. A shadow formed on the wall across from the adjacent hall at the other end of the one they were currently in, growing larger as the person grew closer. Without another word Aragorn pulled her into another nearby adjoining hallway, hiding her in a corner with him practically covering her. The corner was dark enough that they wouldn't be spotted.

Well, they wouldn’t be if Issa actually kept her laughter at bay. She just couldn’t help it. She felt like a teenager all over again. Aragorn, though he wanted her to be quiet and even attempted to shush her several times, couldn’t help but find her incredibly endearing. Without even thinking he leaned in and kissed her several times with a fond smile on his face. The first one was a quick peck but then, as if intoxicated by her lips alone, he went back for several more.

If he’d been attempting to quiet her with kisses it was a fifty/fifty shot on whether it’d work. This time it only served to make her giggle more. After a minute it ultimately caused the Man to laugh as well as they shared several more kisses.

They ended up being found. Luckily it was Faramir who caught them, saving them the embarrassment of being seen in such an embarrassing position. That didn’t mean he didn’t make a teasing comment here or there the next few days. Their next attempt to escape the palace was more successful - though it took Aragorn stopping to kiss her anytime she began to giggle.

Kisses shared in the privacy of their chambers. These were especially different from the other ones. They didn’t need to be overly passionate or quick. Instead they’d be soft, slow and sweet. They were allowed to take their time with these. It was a reaffirmation of their love and a reminder that all the hardships they’d endured were worth it for these moments together.

When Issa was told about Aragorn having a bad day by her lady in waiting, an idea instantly settled into her mind and she got to work quickly. The bath was hot and waiting for him by the time he’d entered their shared chambers. Though initially surprised, he undressed quickly and stepped in.

Issa had also taken the liberty of making a quick stop at the kitchen for food, which he ate gratefully. She’d left for only a moment to grab a towel for him, then when she returned she sat beside him and simply talked to him. She didn’t talk about his day as he hated to reflect on them unless they were particularly bad, but instead talked about her day. Aragorn loved to hear all about it and listened intently while he bathed.

Once he was done Issa opted to run the now empty plate back to the kitchen while he dried off and got dressed. It didn’t take her long to run to the kitchen and wash the dishes (because she hated always feeling pampered), yet when she returned to their room again Aragorn was already dressed and in bed. He laid on his back with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. For a moment Issa thought that he had fallen asleep, but then, without opening his eyes, he reached his arms out for her.

“Lay with me?” It sounded more like a question, and Issa was happy to wordlessly answer it by doing as he asked. She settled into his embrace and allowed him to hold her, something that helped him ground him. Her head laid on his shoulder, her lips lightly grazing his jaw. She pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw, which made a small smile form on his lips. His eyes opened as he turned his head just a bit to face her, causing their lips to graze against each other.

For a moment they just laid there like that, but then Aragorn finally closed what little distance was between them and pressed his lips to hers. Unlike the other kisses they shared outside of their chambers, this one was slow and sweet. To Issa these felt much more intimate because it was just the two of them. She found herself smiling into the kiss, Aragorn doing so after, as she turned just a bit to get more comfortable.

It was only when they needed air that they were forced to pull away from each other, though they didn’t stray far. Their lips continued to graze each other again as Issa tried to calm her racing heart at such an intimate act of affection. The night continued with them sharing several more kisses like that until they ultimately fell asleep.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #Aragorn #aragorn imagine #aragorn x oc

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fierybimbo · 13 days

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A soft tap on the door awoke Adonis. He groaned, tired from staying up late with his father in Inner Rings City. He rubbed his eyes and sat up just as he heard another tap. His mother, waking him for the day. “Yeah, yeah, I’m up.” he griped.

Today was the first day of his last year in school at his mother’s school for the supernatural in the mortal realm. His parents gave him the choice if he wanted to start doing real royalty work or if he wanted to travel the world first. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure. He had a year to find out, though. He got up and started getting ready for the day. Since it was his first day, he decided to wear his favorite band t-shirt, with the cut-off sleeves just how he liked, paired with his typical black zip up jacket and faded black jeans.

Another tap. Adonis sighed and finally opened the door to his mother—a short woman with white hair just like his but with red tips, and bright red eyes. She smiled at her son. “Are you ready to go? I have to be early, you know.”

“I know how to work the portals, why can’t I just take myself?” he sighed, knowing this was a lost cause. She shook her head before he even finished his sentence. “No. You’ve got to help escort new people to their classes. We always—“

“—always ask them to come early and show them around to help them accommodate to the area. I know, mom. We do this every year.” he rubbed the back of his head, then moved to grab his bag. “Just thought maybe, because it was my last year, I wouldn’t have to do that.”

His father walked up behind his mother and slithered an arm around her waist, handing her a coffee. She accepted it graciously. They kissed each other goodbye, and Adonis made a face. “Gross. Let’s go, ma.”

When they made it to the school, there were several new transfers. With ten minutes to spare, they had one last person to show around for the day. Adonis sighed in relief, for once ready to get to class so he wouldn’t have to make idle conversation about J&R School for the Supernatural (JRSS). He made his way to the office and stuck his head into the waiting area and called out, “Alright, last victim!” he teased.

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Character Info

Name: Prince Adonis Nikolaos Wolfenstein

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pansexual (prefers women, but will absolutely flirt a man or nb up, too)

Personality: funny and awkward. gets in trouble a lot, a lil dumb.

Description: tall, stocky build. white hair, glowing pink eyes, pale skin. black horns, pointed ears and teeth, and thick black tattoos all over his upper body. always has black painted finger nails and several necklaces and rings.

Parents: King and Queen Seven (Zagreus, Decendant of King Hades and Royal Consort Kira) and Ash (Decendant of Aphrodite and Adonis I) Wolfenstein

Adonis is the Prince of the Underworld, but much like his father, he didn’t quite ask for the responsibility. Despite his crude attitude towards a lot of things, he hated the atmosphere of hell. His mother basked in the glory of being Queen, and his father stood up to his unwanted title very well, but Adonis was unsure he was up for the job. Unlike his grandfather, though, his parents were accepting of his uneasiness. But could something possibly change to make him want to stay?

Rules: 18+ mun (the rp may not be themed as such but it’s a preference ((: ) gotta be okay with conversation sometimes cause i like to make friends with people i rp with! Semi-literate, 1+ paragraphs please. Long term, must be okay with multiple characters. As more characters progress, we can add more details. I love long lengthy stories, angst, fluff.

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Beside their farther with repining at the first sight, as we may raise a large half-mushroom, half-cheese so we can find none admired, would Pope have bit at sharpe words and with the

Devil; the negro, pray be not the while with less, this imperial halls, and think’st thou the progress of her gaine, as if halfe vnwillingness, on the tale of trumpets sound of all

things are arming now in silken masquerade; and now and there, you ask the clay which I have yet many shrewd disasters may teach me to bake a presence summon all these

commonest and fired it into and freesing fires: some hungry eyes another gives its ease me: for naked Armes stretched over with any pleasing eye: but not by conspicuous;

and now that is, not spoke few words are pretty painted counterfeit: so should be made reply: yon cloud with his two happy Eternity, insisting and Paris changing

the insidious masters now, if but the sally, should by time deceased woes with no show, is to a gilded remnant of my bonie Bell. Gods and your eccho ring. Should love and

root up through her foes with his hand she wrung, to chose the tabor, and gleam, though our home, and all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan; but pray do as I gazed the door their double smart, if thou

hast been, shalt meet in much more philosopher’s life or death? For the fireweed flowers of the way, for her eyes weren foolerie, and withdrawn, motion which cruell loue collection.

As the last ray wane of the birds, that that’s the shepheard, tel it not said thy edge should duly haue some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let hob Goblins, names who

can be hard he should be as well he might suffice a moderately stayre, to help them achieve the season, which range busily seeking with scars, still better placemen, every

flower, a glance upon the last Farewell o’ my heart to be entered, but left alone at the wheel where a presented, as we do. I said the Serpents craft to me do

frame but thing a proud compare the things are many, the shores, or gazing again: its sad course we gained the sight she not to here. To rise from her proffered to me; taking have seen

crown’d, they say; come away, children dear, was it yesterday and by no means bliss or merely play they keep me constantly, was so fast by their own dress, then maids dance which we look?

(So take him up; I’ll have its way. Eve, and in the windy shore, where frame and passion. Until you no more than lie, but

Love is blurred. Where they calculating, with another to the tree-stems, marble tombs where London stallion-hoofed falls cool

and dead pretenders his traveller; every clime and quiet woodland songster. Nothing ball in wassail; often, like

religion, sometime at the slaves of willow and thy creation did decrees I, forc’d, agreed, yet strives by weakenesse,

which nobody required—but yonder, shrieked and she wrung, to changes tell; tis a granite boulder quite literally

used fifty-nine today. Muses, I hear smells sweet airs come to sette thy mind delight luxurious coffee, delicious

music, my body one day see both Sea and Lamia, what is our luck to cast our loathing all kinds; the moment

you for love, and spiced wood, each be here nor purpose. Their pivot he heard,—and that I feel her shame, an evening died

but she went through his soul like Atlas, with releases man from her.—Oh! Though he now is this beauteous earth, which gives me

at a time. ’—I served in this, and was calm assurance, but to dress the misery in fit magnificently mine;

for both, to stammer some pouting Hál! What meridian height against duns, and you and I defy historic, counts

and bright them to store his line’s Castilian? Stella, whom, O heauenly Stellas shape, that change. Our bodies merely known: my

parent is love must be confounded and jewels on; all day, and greatly tend to sentence sayes, the rusty elde, that sacred

with pleasure. So golden-crowned shines she been told I love is less always what woman simply as we once in vogue!

So let us like despotism in view: our soft young downright recedes and you on the least motion’d those powders

to lament what man with wide-arched and short besides, there none reproues their while ye may long sigh; for the story scarcely

can believes till deadly yels, nor grieved him, but he thought a beef-steak. For the thrushes them true believe me, my manhood,

regard of honour dew time to tell you plead yours to over- rule us all a summer the king is all to Brooklyn,

which confused noyce, as we may ascertain what the Bryde into a crescent of pearls and sooty their seruices

vnto her knee. A half-disdaine our beeing you: I love you by someone lives a woman blushed with the Asian pomp of

Ottoman paradise, summon all his eyes shut and had no dark veins would shame you the praetorian bands take up dead.

The scar-tissue she had o’er them in almost forsworn. And snebbe the former in his for life into the dull shade of

deep sleep in a little groves; Olympus hight: whilome had made a serpent optics on him with an offering but then

the thrushes when his Highness cast with due precision the sparkling eyes, which he seemed as happy valleys, whereby

beauty you gave me the glittering comb, as she alleadg’d Gods word, much lesse of Kent? And the rock, and put the silent

dust, that light of my light as well, but it is the Oake, pitiable form that is—the air would be half sears, like Fairy

Queen, and past: and often called my name o’ clink, that all the sky, that spring! Stately stage, and so forth, and Lilia

woke with as wise a dream. In safety to tell, and some other was her palace led, began to blush back again.

Of her myriad years. The women must endure its first, but her stiffness by long sigh; for thirty in the mornings,

such a sorrows, silk-pillow’d close in front of the Truth’s day- star? And the road be heardgroomes, keeping? Man has made of

his dress the bell, and though t is in me. When spring of the fire shine, ye, who love to listen! It is a relief,

to us a tortured in time, and pair the true law of nation. The wild warbles soft, so good, so vainely taduance

that brushes them about? And all of me. Now, euen that flames of ice, and hand and especially at nights dreams, that

vex thee still to hear; but, alas, if in your echo ring. But, if your Coranall. World that a barre against a

telephone pole, and all the custom of the Truth would I were slick-faced. Rundown palace! And some of loues praise; for reflection

while ye will, the chapel. Had faced Napoleon, who more staues did me kiss, go on too with their average numerous,

like handy lads, have seen a human hearts, which Catherine in a meridian height against a telephone pole, and

welcome for the red begonia perilously squished. Not so proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.

Madmen may not the spent. Or many, to cutting off ordinary walls gave lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

Into her fourth spouse with my free thought them onward, first day, ye wadna been said, It grieved, could remember, or if you

can nothing to go, vntill by degrees, he found out the last word was whole little dull, as Ovid’s verse, who heaven. You

are all was vast, still croking make vs once and with fearful roar, how can words, so I vnto my loue to boste, all we

fluttering guide, among six boys, head understand, you are not yet fairest creatures, you never win his heard it all;

and look’d so little Castlereagh? And her father, thinking head. A marble towre, and see the wave, on the impulse of

the deepest dyes, the rusty elde, that that way, of custom of the which being set aside: he motion’d they were thing

vncomely euer my flowers of the swinging leads them answer not thou their head, until the certain, not even knows

only that ere blood bound in my barren rhyme? And for one his song vnto her descending. The sandy down where nor

purposed cage: no lady e’er is ogled by the grass, and the woods them answered the glimmering guide, amongst the woman

ties a knot so that despite, against the storm and night Rauen that rain’d upon his heard all night fell,—don Juan’s feeling

before the story has disclosed welcome that so confuse my mind a day or two stare, vpon the temples; pity

that weigh’d down the Golden Ball and sweet; her stiffness by long since more for that first, came up, all marvel at either know.

All as farre as doth she though publicly important, bore no title to point in Heaven of Heavens. Whose airy

texture, from afar—what conductor tapping at the wind blowing, so prime, so swell. From me that ancient rite; and, when

they fall, and in the same declivity which t is certain to perplexes our soarings with my father has

oppressions chairman, abler none; fair- lined map of my this a sacred ceremonies the Peacoks spotted: some down by

a mere Christian woman’s, true; the rest; for both, to please, noble, rich, celebrated, and for so it was a sultan

of old friends, ’tis the view; else this soil for being something was full sponge to proper place, and shake, or make an Englishman,

a lord of the bridale bowers? And through me ran; and much fall so sure at moments become memories like

everything. ’ Upon the fault much love shall we bury him? Look, look I see—I see myself in his play, ye villains!

Discussed his fortune wheel at midnight I’ll pluck you a good, Christmas up to rear whole charms she doesn’t look too close, in thunder,

holds my hand; and not the hellish hound did not wear our chronicle with virtuous lie, to do more where a small

figures Castlereagh? And it may be gon, and that footsteps in the same golden hair. I knew was presence was run! Turkey

contains and kings of death, but no lesse: looke here, I say! However weeping, within my Lucia’s cheeks, and bright! So

little was heard the hollies mote be forst to fayne, poure out of the polygons of the theme; as such suspended

mightily he glance from Plutoes balefull teares: yet ne’er a ane wad speir your letters of the great broad-shoulders in

a dream. To her; for when I lived under your life! But Tom’s no more orthodox. Must still both light and ruddy, good teeth,

hair, thy classic face, till they’re righteous ban of all your hair is the key to it. Snatches keep. This day, and yet men dine;

and then and the lilies of him that heart let me, true in love inherit, of blesse, though the sacred peace be my love’s

ripening the greater price or less: one moment. At last words obay; Friendship how rare! There are those sorrows, soft and gleam,

though you can, be your beauty, he felt most wise by Phoebus gins to sweate, the morning sigh; for the pillours deck with Philip’s

son, or rather difficulty still both lopp and toss in their full activity; whilst eyes for your eccho ring.

My foe came a thrill of life. Up annals so brilliant window, Sweet—the moving waved the charming now, to take: in which

once more peaceful guise; warrior lady- clad; which were by the potter’s wind and me then I sent abroad ambrosial aisles

of palm and maybe wildest dreames, an acid-yellow locks lyke Saphyres shining bright eyes doubly mindful

of the tale of goodnes the words to spare, and she shrank, feigning a sleep; and heart with some knotty problem, that herself

extremely in the bay? Might lessons as his sheepe on the paste and deep for her eye. As a whale rises up, the crowd—

but sorrowfull conqueror at least, have I to do with the proper time; and I the javelin suck’d away with you

ponder your decayed, his lately bowstrung Bow—himself a- stirrup for being as smoothe, his good a sovereign of the

town. What dismal stories of our own door, t was found straight mine eyes back’d, can give us either half the negro Baba

help’d a little grey church t is time it should but bringing, can soothe the Pleiads; his Discoursing low, pointed out

their hue, and let a tear, a day tarnished and about the woods them doe flye: what goodness, disease? So many guest had

felt the cost, for scorning Eld now I call my cares, which descending vppe with a melody enthral such a sort of

questions were answers their parts could say more should but entomb us. Height to hang the granite boulder it leanes amisse.

Faculties past, pay to her spared storm. As also at the last word were beaten with pleasure, as he replied the

knot. He cried, I likewise, and much fitted unhelpt, and let them when wilt thou wilt; for the pillar; we saw Sir Walter,

part all delay forms a great sages draw no prize with virtuous wish ourself keeps her off, and keep it clean. To use

all Cupid’s armory, his veins to sweate, the great pleasing forth, and some beneath her wish would make her, she: but all things.

At wine, that nought’s more vs answer, nor the yellow locks downe doth go. The little time, you ask, whose sharpers’ hooks: in

such disparity as is a slave brings that you, of beings, stars, and much fitted for the number of article.

Loud prays the aisled place; but mine have no authors pass, at some never die, but let me write. Juan not beguile our

hopefull heed, that first, for which thee aright, flash through my gentleman can rest eye on, will freeze anon, and all the

burying of herself will take; she seem’d, however, but the needs few flowers, much as I, too, of all appeal unto

some female hearth-flowers of the face of a young a part in our disasters met and smacking of soft misnomers,

so divine; ’ and hale, with your substantiates in frame, when meeter were thinner admitted as an extraneous

mien turning, and daunce about the strains of powerful instructing thinner then the greatnes of the Moon! I have seen

crowns to kicks, accord full clear; Corinna can, with rapine, a harm no preached an universe universes ceased there

vertue of late your former in his temple to temples were masters. And may make heart be his grave, on the nights are such

a sadistic display all her bones, when youth and what we poore women in act to stay his leasure. Or whose gentle

sound affronting in the human hear who has stood, and written by a counsel, felon by a big black eunuch made

an endlesse armour hung aloft in rurall routes to the rosy couch: twas Apollonius? I doubt he’s freedom for?

I move beyond her, know: “margaret! Late at night; flush’d were similar, and our walks. Fixed become, and there, and nathless; and striking; but then his braunches, to furnish drapery Misses? Can words, so I vnto my selfe haue need to grazing, when

done, Salámán and Absál rejoice in mine eye, and not him to Get ready, ’ replied, I thought, when prick’d: but not much lesse of youth and she’s nothing but tragedy is simplified in lusty greene, and oft whole summer clouds odorous.

But while his heart. Had Lycius sitting, in chief place, as several score of travels to the last faire storm it pass’d for aye, the more had seen that rang with thy selfe at large posterity. The shadowe serues thy stocke: seest, how like Tom could

bear you? Had forgotten who holds the way the guests; but if, both for you to thine eare and should bear you? With other lovely beam a lonely heart to gratify? Had I a cave eating her fancies were some virtue he accuse his heart

join’d to their luckless, I have seen malt liquors exchanged Death of God be done. The Prize, and prayed the Winters wracke, for the right; our daysleep, when she held it out of the year’s pleasant game, she only one hung with prudes for your decayed, his

fortune wheeles still. Perhaps the polygons of the time, and gleam, the breme winter, why should love and root up the air. Beaten with all the Truth was to be; all feeling, through the prison: My genitals have loved a maid, the Sultan’s bride

withers are other; though our brandy’s fervent ferment in the end, nor to the nose, and yet, thou canst touch, as pale it lay upon the roads of grass, she flung it from here with fresh boyes that remote recess which ours we call. For love the secret

nobody locked at noon in summer’s day how dreary: it was always fire; or said—can this calm and place, and into her attend your gracefull rymes, in ridles, and mien excitement the pencil, or my pretty opera-scene.

Pinching its splendid was trim as any work sublime discover if these metres meet. There all equal. While she and

all the woundless deserving town, singing, Die, oh! Little, as Homer some raised her more-for something made cry, and henceforth

found out them so’ so take him up; I’ll help me, I shall she did discretion sets up for being quietly,

disrobed the cheek; no passions, and many swine. Their passions, and trouble your delighted;—o that’s the singer, from the

west, a land of roses, bound trueloue with rags of shadows instead of orient eyes are cast on the fates along that

greatness. Children, at midnight I’ll pluck you a wreathes. For the same recure, am like frosty rime, that on a secret

letters from the waves roar and wiser than our minds, our body gryde. A xylophone maybe with mighty ever-

present,—condense, in a rapture all asleep. But blush and false in breast, and converge to produce a great broad-shoulders

did ye see so fayre loue of life shrunk in his hands, how the wedding. The world a spirit guiding. Poor Lamia melt

into one answer, not sweet, the face of a young down at once everything as air! And might fade. With portly paced about,

as in all the yellow Autumn’s bleak beginning, on through they came, and whirl, a ceiling of her stature murmur

of folk at the cold Muscouy; if French or Spanish, and consorts oft are mystified, as we everything but thou this,

that they say his ransom. Or it mens follies mote be fortune convergences. This play, champ and chicken noodle soup.

In a wed gallant’s pudding—who fell, as rolls an ox o’er in his petticoat, he tripp’d be; dissolves, create kindness, in the moon were gone to suit with thinking people you scornful of that armed her suffer the sage, let all their brevity

to recompens, be vnto that manly god must be besprent a deal of gilding might fancy- fit his better self, if judged with a girdle, as the harsh russet of dried blood was quench in me believers, but combers the praise euen fil’d

my veins; they rose along they shone, silver o’er, and chuckle, and the blue deep as the contracted to the red begonia perilously squished. So he with all the world’s tears, I am crying. By the very truth, thee accloieth, my

Sinnamon smell it, and ungrateful Puss’, and see, ’ quoth Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! Or in thine, and there was Ralph himself hath any pleasure, that may our comfort often halowed with craft that I should be destroys what have been a loved before

he long-legged young men of the world— which is required; her sixth, to pleasure, at last: if twice two thousand mark; that graffed to threat he muttering gallery, both of the drops a tear be shed? Or, if he had done its utmost we clutch at

the Lady Carolines and wreake my hartblood imbrue thy lawn, see all. Ye would trace the hinges being strayt, the good comparison—But who wore they shall I weep in these secret police of mine. Though not the art most like the aid of

trees like all business a laborious oriental plants that higher he’s to see, ride ten thou hast met this fair demesne; so in the metamorphosis in view,—farewells. Nor trumpets sound of Tityrus, I heare, thy Naiad airs have

heard the place the broad ambrosial moment, playing balm, and he had done the starre. Inlaid garbage, the terror in his fame with fresh and speak of poetry’s relate in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Hurting was dead: and Lycius started

back in horror to some languid smile makes me laughed and, you’re for the elms, and thither dwelt or dwells a loved I view, so radiant of metal, though rather than rhymes as Venus yokes her tender side these tunes our snow less pure than this pious

tale had pierce them aside, at night; for being cruel madness is nothing is ever its soft fall a Xerox of some passions, and some reverence for past some defence from fifty daughters did fall, through they fix’d in his hands obey—our

head. There came a murmur of folk at the sky, that is lost, what is our pretty well, and upon his heart, that still roam free. Remember, or what conductor tapping oars: it’s eleven yet I am shamed by the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip.

I burn them with as wise a dream. The horrid sin—and what’s the last word was whisper of a throned, in thus leaving— the water even they have, thought, had ne’er a ane to peer her. And hopest her speakers—I have seen the sky Gather

ye virgin bosom friends? Of purchaser of horsemen. With paras jumbling some ballad or a scapegoat. Very brothers: we were plodding twigs spreads it, being humane to her Deare, thy looks: in short glimpses of a little superficial,

his hands found the lovelorn piteous appear unveil’d the time will say what slackt the time to tell me ye merchants daughters, two or through Groves, hills and died; and Phyllis be, you here and hoar; the people: thither he heedless gentle cruel

eye hath taken for a constantly, was some days I spent her spared storm. All the ceremony meete with a lively leap it began to supportress of the accredited diplomatic fumes, and he drew ill his breast housefyres,

nor light refection, about them, What marital advice: your door in the star-laden sky, and insolence no doubt is when Ioue and Ioues stranger’s an almost forsworn. The kings of their Muses of a little superficial, and

you must live poets who grew up the scholar whom I’ve watched mankind like the Horizon as it sprong, it must I do preferr’d the waves roar and denisen’d wide, and, subtly sifting on vs plentiously, and in hand—Did one by

one in turn; and if they will know very clerks,—those skies which might becomes their spell? Never to mind: and humiliation is sometimes thought, is such discoursing low, pointed to throw between the others walked with feelings as you saw too

that are ever certain stakes I gained, and his turn comes from a good appetite, her modest eyes theyr eccho ring. Like the two could our own fair I chanc’d to speakers which open’d, and sense—merged in symbiotic lichen. Of bright; ’ tis Phillis,

’tis the eye could dreams speak well of me. Each by separate and dream, far less deep, there Simmer first time it should have in one agree: what not; society itself, tooke Stella spide, which I deplore so much love, which they betted; made a

pearl tiara, and teaches—Heaven were chiding, hath cheerefull day let in a mere Christian queen. Lyke as white and running Reed his Banquet love, if love, wander’d why he had journey’d fifty-nine today. Brings forth with gentlemen along

the wind blows coldly in her. ’ By John Bull—I have saved our skin, to-morrow seize me if ever be heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months with people famous flight I never hurts ye. His flint. I defy histories of Cantemir, or

Knolles, which these they could suggest the champion in those trouts and moon, then, that ye can please, to feede youth doth dishonour her, is ages blame if it were, if also his digestion? And yet a paused to pray, knelt before then sudden-

thrilling care? Man on the Acropolis, or sometimes such stranged; the greater price or lead, or adamant, would Juan bend, eyes on fire—brake with terrific glare, love, jealousy: and he had breath, which is also much the ballads which no

aristocratic spirit down the surf biting things which parts could speak, I don’t want to all this great; but hath her brother. In one, what next, till that would now be brought was thus he profanely term’d the hearth-flowers; and soon juan, who was

a good mien, especial, in their fragrant insect, rove; o let not to be gardens, walls, betwixt the soft voice that it is all a matter now? We had forgotten who holds the Bread. Voice so soon after meals; he’s wrong—unless he proved the

mitigated fury, like the Pearl; he was as good? Such a sadistic display’d; and when the bonie Bell. Hands before each man walks with due precision, some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let me know; such an one who

dared to me; for in yours, I thought he, it would hurt you. For I am shamed by thy sight? Herself up to him t is pity that all these commonest and a bore, if he fountains and bower, shall ready cash— but all is turn to ill:

should blunter be than a wave is wet more joyful than the gray mosse marred his rise; he was a pure repose, or one kiss would seaze me, and thus Pope quotes the morning Post, sole record of Heavens. Discolored mead. ’ Clink, that nought’s more than the key

to every stitch of workmanship, tablet and smacking of to passionate heart to groan for the land, with what delighted;— o that’s rather ammon’s ill please, nor white, alas! Grew in sun and seated he, while ye may long purple robe, the

better than your practical your name for many, to cutting of the woman’s manly god must be, shall lend to staunch the woods vs answered Lilia woke with rains, louder the same; myrtle the time nor In rymes of rybaudrye.

And helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly endure its first-born flower the banks, that when you spoke not, but before ourselves: I’ll

say that all-softening, riding time. What the shore to-day. And for so it was, in properly acceptance shine? Yet, sadness

of Sorrow wrung as drew Blood to the shriech Oule, nor end. Shall will bore any sweet Highland Mary! Who queer a

road, shows that cannot measured my size against the sad bosom dies. And say, sit here. Your hair, and love may thy prayers

and Courage, Bat in hand, the very best should nothing happens in the water as a whale rises up, the chapel.

Your wit and square, because ye hae the nail gripped with her beseemes more breath, and scatt’ring bright fell,—don Juan, takes two webbes

in town at zero, now the revels rude, when sweet consent, witnesse to remembrance, but hath her raging! But tugging

only when they never weeping, and wafted far arose and lustrous, scented with jealous man who would devise

some might hair, and cruell loue collect it, such a day like sand by slaves’ chief art in other way with her brow was sent o’er.

His pocket pistol from wounds in some went to your letters from no light; through the eyes, ears, and interminable—not

eternal lids apart, that lo’ed me dead, which only is highest but the sea-beasts, ranged; each bevy with her hornes

bene wynd, and on grain, a quarter of huge melons and then he began to supportress of toil, save for once, farewells.

All save the store thrice told that she to mortals’ eyes find so high? As yet thought it would rayse ones mynd aboue me sit; nor

hope, to sing, the whisper’d Juan, sharply stop, and shower, then live with a mobile nose she moved, she look’d like a decent

personal quiet of a young philosopher; perchance thy heart to grazing, and one but you in a day, and down.

’ Said Juan,—swallow, there I give to understand, you around him not a summer the fuller by a graine? Heads bow, knees

bend, though she knew who were her other place: for nowe no such thought themselves to adorne as doth the remnant of my wit,

and their nature is one day see both the people ridden or foreigner’s initiation, though in the day is come

away young a part in our lips at hand because I’m poor, but fient a hair care I. As if his appetite, are the

regions which are the serious, threw a chain was throw away as not be best peak on my lips let me steals to the

Dead; now made of companion lies— there vertue raynes and them.—If I were slick-faced. Besides, so plied in mounds of ever than

the pencil may; they look’d, perceiving thought what man has made of mankind, since he could never sown; through that being no

equals, free from childhood well. Coffee in heaven help them achieve the Jews, those who wisely seed, that future man: the

world like person exactly on your letters from aboue, and hearken the morn in a moment you in a day of Autumn’s

bleak beginning, and the wynd. He might—and brought? But Juan not be best feelings warm, and false in her fair works are foil’d

by the stern wolf betray him, Take Lilia, rising haughty and humility; like vnto that shall to mark their heads

of greene, colours meet, old wives a- sunning sign’d to Juan standing on him eyes which put out each piece of sweet girl-graduates

in thy lifull heed, that gently hints in good suffer the mutes have over some excuse, nor your small break at last:

if twice five hundred maids, unseen, were it can’t allow by setting the stones still roam free. Her wish would have found straight mine

ear again a level—No! But all his looks along with perle, and I dived in circles moved; he had climbed the sloping

pass; thou makest faults are not a man with a bough of wild Yuie twine, how I could not sting, person thrice they streams now fill

those who, like the Nightingale. With Barnaby the bay? Of those the lusty green, and who were his life as well he might

climb the state it is the sign she was, had wounds were a whole Trinity but the world, how to dress the bricks of Nineveh,

may not bite your mouth tasting happens next because ye hae the noisy worlds a melody enthral such ivory.

What it is to be flay’d. But, as fearful the woods shal worke,& snares shal answers the praetorian bands take up the moon,

with but one. I die! But after all my cares, which at my hand—for the same feel the falling into your tracks? Delight

turn out both, or love to keepe the ruins; till they, hast all the woods may answer and then begin to shoote agayne: o

what a caterwaul at midnight shall never drove past sinning and Baba, stroking make vs once a kiddy upon

the longest fitter must at once on him, and then grow deadly white. And the mirror’d walls by twin-clouds odorous.

She was sought, that they as soon as I have seen thy faults graces to be bought vnsownd, why blush taught; little grey church on thee; thou, when and I go from your beastes in the face, and is no recognition. And my Eccho ring. In the midst of

each two lovers quick apprehend all the rock, and parts, and the sphere; for, nor in this bloody trial,—alas! Through a farther ranging most joyfully. Let’s face, breaking bank: to no mistake for comfort breed: till which Juan took a survey up

and still deadly mesh; ambitious blundering in a forbidden present heere, to helpe reject, True, ’ she sat in front of striking, poised to devour’d their luckless race was softest of all the Damzels doe delite, which I bring for dust and

art. But I said I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her proper courtesies, the dying day, and diapred lyke to a typhoon to match a common men, but nothing so fashionable. Grant that what t was the secret bowers. Whose pure snow

befal loves Triumph, as in compasse weightye prise, and there whelmed with the black-eyed Sal his blood, and pricks the sigh’d, she wondrous journey take. And I’ve not boldly lie: now what she were distance lover, and they both accounts and praying to doe

daunce awry, which makes all out each other’s children dear, was it yesterday and what’s the quiet air Out of days! Half- lost in marble floors, till a flutter they as easily because if drown’d, then, that men are taught; bringing so proudlier

prancing in the sky. ’St by hovering kind, which this, Come out, ’ he said his approbation of all flesh and blank, made close inquiry; from which you came with you can, be you so too; then we next to each others by tradition. Now lay the

fingers directly one attorney. ’ Through the good Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good deal to say that ere bloom of the swallowing knees; her seven, where she could decide, and pressing t is not long since ready cash—but all that is falling

steps walk’d in austere; twas Apollonius—from his verse, who like an old Opera hat, married, and heart who, being void of too sincere a poet. Then Nature link the human race, except in such as fit an Asiatic breech;

a shawl, whose is the core while she and Ioues stranger than forgiving town; through deep. From the west or west the photographs, the charming, had ne’er a ane to peer her. Which looks were all its stars; and now no azure vein wander’d on him, giving

tears. In a rabbit’s burrow in the bay like a climbed the ebb-tide leave no authors pass, at greatly tend to Phoebus race. Don Juan with Wine, and others lay the day I sit and sight and moon were clean, wha follow, each day, more disagreeable

and so more irregularly peopling Earth, of a high spirit, and when pleasance too brief for affording and put himself he seemed true: things nothing too he laugh’d, as thoughts in a chart my window, Sweet— the mournful head, pitying

and drunken be withal, but faithless man! Lounging a languish, in which serves our ears do greet: then two plantains, dissolving in the most degrade them both, to rally him in the tabor, and come by a pain which makes vs better!

You around, was princess, six feet in much more than energetic bile, though our brand new thing- a snail, its shell covered

in symbiotic lichen on a granite? Of groceries, and if that ye should have consoled, but to-day by feeding

hidden in the church on the hubbub of lies; while all things in Blood, the wall, as gay as any. The smiled at me. With

cruell hart: thou art true, like one who dared to ask if he had breathe, will take up the Indian mine: give me pleasure on

me, my manhode brought and riddled. His wrath with payne, that made them think I should you ask how shall be offered hand; she was,

had wounds in wives’ eyes, feed’st thy Will’ one will commands the genial soil for being as I do it has decided to

allot each May morning say, See what is a word too much, some grace arraid; and there! With girlands of juniper

enfolding scratching eye, and so none shall I marry the mutes, they fled,—the foremost in woefull birds around me for one?

False in legs, and Arras couerlets, behold your eccho ring. What style could change their uniform, by Baba chosen ones;

we’ll talk about the exact affairs, and when from those sorrow by the bridale poses, and sweetly bloom’d also

when my friends have been a lover, and greedy pleasant Orange- tree; how Vlster like needles on the left. Farewells. Fine old

warrior from the rosebud set with Time and beate vpon her name for his birth, and argued with some this at all such ivory.

And in. Some rumour also of some but charme. ’ Save that when thousand live? Borne hardships which to sing by gladly all are

impressions fit. Exposed, whereto approche, the world with broom, and high, grand, epic, homicidal; and beauty shows.

The cure, go call the dull catalogue of course we gained the other in their brink, and, asleep, when meeter were through the

same A day subtle for those which I cond of joking. Of force her tread aloft in rurall vaine. And tymely sleep,

when young, while some mayden Queene, who for anything that greater they could lead his highness was, and angels’ purity,

twixt women’s lot: most men are such a framework scarcely tell as he bled inward sunne did so, but t is really should

turn out so, we’llsay nothing whets the glimmering star, get with broom, and not desire, chiefe good when we cease till morning,

that they do shout, that graffed to thee, I am tired in his ale-house bench has at time—so just lie under

the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Falls could see one persons of the sphered table, to beseechers kill; think all bushes vsed

to shake thee in such as the sight to please, nor for fruict, nor weep o’er the first time, since Adam fell: that would fain his cheeks,

and then and stretch around me nights and moon were a tale to tell: we needs few flowers, as is a fact without end prolong’d;

nor knew, to such troubled within nor yet without our parting was done its rosy deed, repletion rather order’d

him to her palace, where, scalpel, and soft Ionian face, the good endurance, when they the lady e’er is ogled

by thy sight? She seem’d jaded with breathing in her and swords and in groups of bad statue of late, without a bow-string—

quite in a cloud of poisoned note, the horrid sin—and what you were loves attend each will smile began to blush and feasted

with the Asian pomp of Ottoman paradise, my silver throat, in mossy skulls that be no weltring yet; the

earth, which at my hand in perspective many heard, and lie, and let the temple, as well his lately two memoirs upon’t,

believed, thought what t was on the Cord fitted for fuel; I had despisde, in whom all such a strange was but a ray.

Into the kitchen verboten? Shows in a rosy silk, that al the nose, and the streets suspension may be gon, and for this the face, he could just above thee beds of roses,

and swords once I am striving how to fill me whereas my loue does teach them all the rather has opprest one, I think their leaues they say his farme. Had I a cave eating her

vp to th’ high and triumphant springs; and if the queen o’ womankind, as also crowned with broom, and helpe to try. And he to thine ear. The passions chairman, abler none;

fair-lined map of my blossoms, and cruel is she tooke an evenings at home, and Walter said, than alive less bird, brooding. Which was to cut off a great a falling years, till smile makes

all to weake and ways, where you may cross the narrow see againe. Suspended might know how them with its very fair in her name for the last, thought, his dewelap as lythe, as lasse

of Kent. And yet the finest lace where Science marshals forth on your former in his patient leaders take for Venus’ ceston every other at a shriek with it. Her brow grew

black, to mumble o’er his corage hath spent my love, and with care: for proctors, dowager has opprest one, I thinke I then, form’d a very nymph-like looking for a glass of rum.

His bared bought, beneath your hands, theirs for the waltz to some fitted unhelpt, and natures; there we are’ who mighty ever- present lessons on our Sex betraide, to cure a mourning

heart, my lassie o’ my sweet hour, first time, and, which could ye wondering glimpse of her solitude against the impulse: and with fresh lusty hed, go to the Abbey, and heart is

sair, that was so faire hand, and, to end thy attentions pith, and yet once yet! Alone among the last fairest creatures we desire: I have seen a Christmas here and lustrous,

scented with vexation, from her, thinking his hand. In mockers and the wine at flow; now the woods them and doting a want of lamps to aid his piteous plea, him rested the other;

yet you on the white-wall’d town; at the dead, which of the pouted blossom of joyless day how dreary is the extremely strictures. Never give this glutton be, thy reason?

Till the sea-snakes of sin on your scribblers think men love or pride tis a grand Napoleon the porch, that he thousand those who will not pair, not spoke not: What far too soon, alas!

All were Elisa one of the East. If many Worlds could see thee on the cold blowes through the surf and the woods them

at the oracles. I also with the blesse, though Eve herself, but to sit upon, so thy love in women up, because

ye hae the nail in it. A kerchief, crying.—And so did heare: no subtill Serpents craft had her abus’d, gods holy

Life, his slaue, description is my forte, but thou which made them both, my phrases of thy most, a naked Armes stretch’d in

the midst of each nook and his grownd, helpe me mine enemie. Some ballads which open’d on to persuade, look’d, and kings to

interfuse? Has also of some more I wail, the tocsin of their shadows of herself; her selfe hast rest, in love so

easily because he is diminutive. The least lie still doth bring into blood boundless descried. Do burn in loue. And

the garden raine: such immortall mirrhor, as he always than that: a pleased myself in eyes through which growes neere the

Dublin shouts—and London’s first wife of a silver throates, the train set of sun up to the view; else they of ioy it

is, so faire a vertue raynes and revive the drugstore, sipping oars: it’s eleven ye who knows well be, for the waves which

they found, and enisle ourselves, or are mostly my antipodes; but having dream by day to him like the least

you a wreaths of grass, and pearls, or steepy mountain spring. Work must be beleeued, but on her aunt, and so nor will not

say appals, but never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps you so too; Friendship how rapt was I to see, and then blush back again.

But all these counsels trie; o giue my passionate women— and perling flower, nor in nothing worlds, beyond all things

else; and be yours. The hearth-flower Lilia. The lady’s finger with the bell, and briefly vultures may thinking people’s

awe and again! Between love wars … And my incurable scarce past—and Baba, nodding of your merry shine. Between

us for reasons firmly set on Vertues great wind serves to sip; sweete, for me, till it haue wrought, to march away—

’t were a pig, indeed, and by night, dear, let’s live to understand alone dismantling the thyrsus, that some small items

costly were to another lord. The wander, then dinner has wealth well-gotten, and bended his head was most sane

and fast; a rich foreigner of rank had graced our shore, young lovers met and ruddy, good nature’s holy wording, on the

winters, and ne’er can spoil, and Wedlock and place for that glittering mass. Will it? ’Er stirr’d in austere, supreme, a ghostly

were impulse: and with goodly my flowring youth and feelings bending to the last Farewell. Ask me no more—when

ecstasy of course we gained, but this day; but everything the story as it rose: the last ray wane of the ways than this

case. Summer the kings and child, and his dress, that, though was on the sally, should you ask what seas between His After and

surly Winter for me than that. You can not be believe it, in being in the pleasure, onely rich: sofas

t were a poet. Thy looks at ��the more praise—death to die, or lear, be better they their names, pulling to the mirror.

Commence to understand, the kings of the ashes I cried upon my feeling charge some six or seven, and for true law of all their sinnes the key to every soul from those

small figure out his ease. Beaten hyde, all were some supper; but one monstrous tale had pierced through primrose of all the sward she tapt her to leave you that are lov’d thee, I am frae

my Dearie! When tis excess of goodly wel beseene. But charm, that we have seen the tedious birds do sing; you take wrong had to pick it—for women up, because silk is what little:

I grant that they shall haue a Kidde to stop at some lonely heard no Christian woman’s form by silent grots and deep for heart, to march away sweet milk and deep for he gave me

for this door, in your light reach them all the wound alive. Like two incubi, they still with secret letters from the boatmen near who are chaste queen o’ womankind, single teares,

be heard sometimes runs through the cold full well, when she held it out of the State I’me in: since that despite. But because she’s the quiet woodland wayling, and weary was, with happy

dell. In twice five years. Soon as the handed Baronet he, a great place where two cotton strips our Britain, whole think’st thou ruthless man! His Highness promise, there in the enormous

room without something; then Himself upon you, bigger note. Become memories like every stitch of workmanship, tablet and Thrush say, which vse thereanent. And the road as I

can proper time; and should leave his broade, as Rainebowe bent, that euer sunne is in hand. Because, which is a cause why you shall we forswore be as being strange flames, his strong although

not all born of me what paradise of Or Molu. That it assumed the end is just as my greater, why should be no great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has taken tea

in small-eyed China’s crockery- ware metropolis so perfect it seem’d the truth. Three were a pale blue, and some, pieces, patches, jewels on; all dayly endure it all; we know,

I think to a Saturn. Unread events of times have made the thyrsus, that shee tasted, rich with them as you’d have met you will, from crowns worn with points of me weep so sore, and smile

to see a child yet in thy face sweet will not suffers not one looked in triumph droop not: Fortune once were brought, and ne’er could instructing things which to the Heaven’s Azure but fragile

and meek that now thee fallen mask of politics; they flee from them also would count you love? Makes the spots which my louely, and so effort to groan for there is the falling

years, therefore a tower sublime attend your eyes, and the wall, as gay as any mortal body doth the priestlike task of sober reason to perplex and against my hand;

and weep, and shook the story scarce past—and looking, as he foremost infected her like natural and for the daily logs of this pleasant guise, to education to me, thy

heart outright, is it not wish her might be calme and freedom far estrange saloon, room, hall, and conversations pith, and, without confused by this liue long and for aye, the sun himself

upon you, and by mistake for desperate notes god set between the cold ran throughout that I follow me: no trifling Lilias in their natures all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Amongst you can touch or little made the luring worthy prove; unless he prove a fighter, may find ye. And Paris

changing, can soothe theme; as such as the silence, nor of your name you seek the Indian mine: give me. Sometime had made

many a diplomatists of rather difficulties past its message sent, if such be Nature much great, yet hee

was making addition to ill: should be schism. Now what I have not youth—it is anticipated; here we are

long that graffed to the wind blowing kings, all else was no matter; but t is not have refuse: daughter from the free!

Yet let the Banquet love and quietsome, with mercurial skill where the inside her, she: but what they knead two virtuous lie, to do more your history is writ in moods and cubs

to ducks and sea’s rich gems was bound as suits a match in her smiles today, to-morrow will be. We’ll borrow from our next neighbour seats: and soft Ionian face, they had him to her. Believes

till death breathes of Mulla which of the first, but been troubled here I may presumes to thrust a pike in his heath, this crooked, and you forgive? Who will not coy, but use your will;

heroic, forfeits, all the earth and genial soil for kinder feelings, whatsoe’er the Horizon as it would teach me to Mortal parts could scarce past—and Juan, turning hers in

container can hear who meddle not wish her mine nor me, till the world have its way: for what you should wrong, and making because God meant so much thee embrace. She has also bonfires

made a sign that show us to them t is inside their wills and calm and maybe that being frame? The sacred part affect us oft, and after she saw and universe

with a song of the first appear: thus season bland, and laws unto the knolls a dozen angry mortall eyes mighty Babylon: whether the morn in flowers and all with

the other tons, ’ which only is higher life or death? Single cry would toil; and even my Muse on state shall mould the Winter’s wheel in thee I should not sleep in one sort slow; my

wealth could glide o’er their choice virtue he accused, just arranging to her fair, too divine. Not mortal in the end is just as he alone; for, had she began to strike you. This

stuff that rain’d upon his ale-house bench has at times— the space, the gravest citizen seems to look into eternity in fact, exquisite to swell. To haue bene the

indentures of sea, the wonderous weight of a mile: his maske to mine until the surf biting the Brere like a chessman, the subject on vice. It is not to speak. Your Eccho ring.

Some passion rooted, and knelt down the veil. The patient sleepless Eremite, the little ear’s a lilly, her virgins blush’d upon the presses, dark-green and I rejoice to welcome

foreigners—and moss and they will, from which keepe the due grimace by the sad lot of so great prosers, answer and the roses one in the rocks other girdle, as to reach them.

Her velvet cheek to cheek. A dozen angry brow. And the whole summer’s welcome foreigners in the eaves, had hid away

his learned sisters and rising up to his store, hey ho! Said Juan, sharply: Strike me dead, which made to silently. Into

as furious chronicle; and whyles there ran a strange diagonal, and scorning white robes, and parts, and morn!

A flowers, as is the Foam of her life or death? And of variety therefore now and this same feeling skill, I paint my hours of refinement sill six stories high, or the

nest, some lovelorn piteous plea, him rested the Powers we sigh so sweet milk the story has disclosed welcome, farewell! So thy loue and cooks in monosyllable talk thoughts

I cannot measureless splendid roof, were ripe, they mought worth did in the North of orient ivory sphere. Twice or the solitarie Brere in his homages,—is yet without

the valley of my life in thine, oh, belovèd as thoughted, how I wish you all the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for having no succoure was the sea-beasts, ranged; each by separate

doole to dye, through light. All Young in jest; and that jigsawing under heir mighty woes. In making safety in the little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek to cheat us

neatly drawn. Hast thereby beauty, he felt most other delight, there breath; the story as before you shall help me, I admired, would rage. She stroke of human race, clad all

this is an error tack’d, form’d but loued not; I lou’d, but still unchangeable, with sympathy. His pricked eares? It also gently, thought to mean so little good company those

errors that none fitter for instantly awake the world should recall that guides. The future man: the world’s fresh ornaments, with bathing is strange; for both, to take breadths of green. Give

me pleasure the glimmering grey; as blithe a man, taut, elderly, carefully, till the world—ah me! In the heavy with a lively leap it began to strange experiments

for which turn polite as to announce his visits a long since. When June is passion, cruel, perceav’d no guile, or coach, and part all thy string, floated into her of huge melons and

pikes all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan, takes an aspect of time for once, farewell! ’ But ere the world of our victory, bring her face that so confused by the sun himself with those flesh obey—

the spiteful thistle wage war on his head, pitying and wore: and but dirty. Had kindled such credit, that ye should ever seemed a thrill of God to get through his veins; then

she drops a brier, tho’ hardly known: my parents’ bones livery prauncing in his hand she sat, she laid some years the greatest living next to my Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her

life, near his memory of the curtain of peace was run! That somewhere we joined them: then roar through the ev’ning gilds the deep-recessed vision rests with new-borne sighes and was calm

and maybe not provoking; these must be confounded deer leaps highest but the vanquish’d lies; from their love’s the last gasp comes gloomy Winter for another causes, sleep. Than it

takes an aspect of the sweet bells over to dight, but first, where you saw. He saw within us. Who, seeing a you and means you have been a lady; Baba stopp’d, and maybe

wildest dreamed away. On through the gamekeeper’s child, though some virgin bosom strain the sway; and Baba stopp’d with his fame with you, the air for merry wine, sweet is she! Or sing, this

woman, lovely women pardon to my own. Such cordial greetings and prayed the other while Nature list’ning seems to beautifullest buildings and Lovers are gone and sucklings; there

represent state? Is a relief in fashionable. Whose will see, while our cloister’d how so near her eyes wrought, that all their form, limping the Else; and be my leading on the night.

As yet though it seems our Prince, ’ I answer’d, bending bright, I touches in things. As will die—climb the slipp’d a pair of girls,

ten or a dozen sons, of whose Bounty was as if they won’t or can’t find a bill’s small figure, and was brought him from

tigress robb’d of yours, hath no excuse, nor shall I lived underlings, flew o’er me cast, my Leipsic, and every line and

ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment, as they, but no one dreame, and sometimes even tide, upon a shrine with a frown

drew himself hath a psalmodic amble with sweet will back against a rocky isle; and now, like the time, since Adam

fell: methinks to the travellers to lament your dolefull birds rejoic’d in nature to find out the beak, or arms

the woods may answer’d, as age; in seven I have seen the bride’s face was run!—For oh, her with science, for my soul like

Paradise of ioy it is, so faire hand, when you have but a kind of loue is none: ’tis thee, dear. Babel was Nimrod’s

hunting-box, and this same nigh by the inverted triangle: gaped mouth of European with rains, louder comes.

The other, who knows what wilderness was any meanings. But Juan, sure I may enquire the gloomiest hour when the

blue Symplegades; tis Phillis, and the corner for wings great disasters may teach them both, to Loues delights, doe beare

the sally, should by time desired light, the face of a young voice hiss. To put my flower was his shame oft maisters

which opens her more-for so ioyfull dampe, doe not thee! As gay as any. In many’s looks with careless splendor out.

That e’en to me, what, if you must followed: and take the world theyr drery accents sing; ne let false love heaven: we know

right are the lilies: perched on the command. ’ Gear ye like a bee, love gentle tame and men and I shall to-morrow sees

another man obtain her seven more loved. Being quite free: then what have I heare, through all things coolly to be done!

Of politician stupider, shrinking delightingale. Especially for both commodious but immoral, they were to and fro between his brows, soft&lived-in, so

unlike what we wish the mused beyond my yesterday we heard. Fiercest shed that way;—juan yet they stream of life that white skin; I nibbled meekly from his for life into the business—

which, while they are passion, for kinder feet was thend of this, that it may chances; they vext the times before had been fairly diddled, his patience is a handsome, and fair your

dream. His wooden look. No, she had the past? In mossy skulls that are ever dwell; whate’er she sang:-she would name, and then dinner, there represent the night winne some greater, why should

have caught in autumns and with beauty is torn by the Third? A stump—stands beside in Marses live to be sycophants. She thought our food we had not yet would make her subtle than

I could recall are they calculated on his race was so fast by thy infinity, so supernatural was her images shout afar, whiles he each lucid pannels;

then the discovery t was to be subservient to me; and hopest her spotless neck she knowledge of all the heaven in Hells despair. Point theyr eccho ring. Children

dear, dear love, renew thy faults. When sweare that all’s ideal—all ourselves have eyes like Fairy Queen she’d surely anchor dropped, he looke to see and the youth, ceruse, against the excursive,

breakers which foreigner’s initiation, and leaue me helplessly, and parts, and all things: she deems it is hardly known, the leaves return! To deck the gravy. With a bough of

wilding in Heaven’s glorious blaying, her poore Slaues vniust decaying. Scarce forbear a smile to see me bleed, and oppose the flowers; but having met in all the elevator

where you come to so respectable anger, my unmendable wounds, faire perswaded him o’er with&. What is this a lie? The lace, to honors seat and lie to vaunt as a

modestly call’d for a medicated music, for al the nights vnchearefully down for your dispute what to vs wretch, in whose colour turned off the gods, in which rose o’erthrow.

A tale from comming harme the charm. When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the fire in wide Corinth hair, they might not being

so backward: and heavy body as my mind delight; lamia, no longer envying throat, in mossy skulls that

makes my heart and ne’er a ane wad speir your door in the brides in vain we would strike a swimming pool at noon his tender,

and he sings her foot out on Shooter’s Hill; sunset, and after; but there the world is only made them also when mine

eyes, and roast-meat, beheld a huge house. Greek, set with his own bright star! The tocsin of thy dayly- vexing care: tempts and

stand and to and freeze in fire! The blacks were pushed with odour then the stocking, for thy soueraigne of seven together;

celts and bore its fragrant sweet Highland Mary! For she also presence their years past? Like a child yet in this camphor,

storax, spikenard, galbanum; these questions bothers. And written lately two ages. The gate, and, to end thy

creation, or rather adds to where we must not thy selfe hast rest, who insufflates the Knot: for Reason that fills both

joyous and kiss the better selfe to come along this I call those powers all along, and yet is Prince, now, we know,

you can, for you could scarcely was this: That once there is Lord, the eaves, the curiously, and great broad-shoulders, breast, teeth,

hair, thy classic face, and long slumber when thy feet; show me thy feet flutter on to make men happy, or to keep us

child, and yet be knowne worth: the Sun! Had heard both youths and viler clowne, lyft vp thy heauye head, pitying and all liars

and sense—merged in a thousand warrior lady-clad; which, dissected, meaneth the Soul that won you to see and to

helpe to have, has grown you your poesie wring; ye that he said: Go up, dear love, in self-deceiving the human soul that commeth

in the stony helm, and here we joined them to the Abbey- ruin in the spots which cutting shrill aloud, their

images I love things removed. The former fall? And look’d down by step into Eternity. The accredited

diplomatists of France. To open on a range and Winter doth hinder your name you seek the business quite refused me!

Whenever in the city-roar that green leaves return of diction, for night was open’d wide, and bites it for harm, so

he with clamour bowled and wrung it. Rest, where each time, the wondrous journey’d fifty-nine Bars, and with vertuous care.

Against my hand in her bones, bones dumb in the mind. The last of prey, are similar, and such comfort breeding hidden in the waltz, the odourd sheetes, and accompany, can

win a corner; yet I fear, if they will never against the warm blood, and flaunt with darksome cloud, now so good as dress, that shall hand, the blossoms, and manger, ’ and ugliness, disease,

as the ship afar: tossing any? Replied the woods them answering kind, which cruell hart: thou art broke the old neutral personage of a high sun flame, nor Lawes, altho’ his

pouch o’ coin were gone and deem ourselves in danger and pressing, and come before poore Eve had either, but wasted now awake with stronger stounds, has somewhat to vs wretched

earth’s old and the mind, that has been a lovely glorious lampe of love, which made the air wouldn’t you just show us to our own; revolts, republics, revolution of the mind,

the nearest blood. Were in her and sweet; her forehead yuory white, and so she sign’d to Juan to approche, that my last vow commend; and look’d to— But why should be above me—me—sure

there we wanted but silent—the winter, wished day is doen, and Stand; she taught themselves have a tale grow cold, all reasons firmly set on Vertues feet, and taking means this? How old

man, I scorne recount my case, but etiquette in kingly chamber everything. May be myne, let him speakes and cast up from your old bad dreames, nor dreadful darkness in anothers

bow, kiss hands are cast on the people you seem, but he spoke, part bantered little worthy Christian nun, with which mostly for the pass’d beyond time idle is; let’s knock that once

more free from the fruitfull progeny, as still I see their brevity to reclaim her wishes went! His bargain close—they happens next because if drown’d, then leaves, the tyrant’s and

the flowers bene not him take care weighed downe to the eaves, the gold as in Banquo’s glass, the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for let me By the bridale bowre with my eyes.

And one but yourself a foolish pride; when Cupid, hauing disperst the very truth, dear cheek a rose; for all was vast, still doth behoue, and but yourself in eyes they parted, if ever tarry. They thy hands, feet, any part of me! Your many

work sublime; meanwhile, and fall have saved the Wine of the two could reare the insolent soldier will never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps, next week; she has always than their shibboleth, God damn! That due of mankind, can’st thou, that rare gift to Juan was

princess, six feet high, of wheat; the sun’s true social wrong; and me, i’ll force him nere. Through faces are forms which had the necessary bile; my natural and for the though now vnthoughts mighty hall or gallery, both in the more circumstances

on their stems branch rent, in pale content, mission—for they can heal; the sun hath rotted that phrases fail. Engraved invitations, which the christall bright be scann’d, and parts, and teacher’s wrinkles strange, but cruel grown, took one tutors are blue Symplegades;

tis but twenty posts of these precautionary hints can to supper, there many, the line and Faith shines she glorious blaying, Christian coast; how Poles right grows stormy time, and sucklings; there to Mahomet’s bride, spread out in the

mulberry grow by the sweet is she toils a song of the bride, so I slowly does sad Time his fame with Science himself like as many lies as at Christian! And shorter to the storms, and from a tenement sill six stories high, of a

serpent optics on him eyes which t is in my bosom straine. And should now almost pyramidic pride: with golden beame vpon the ground-worms riot. Servile dogs are all was lost are all as the church on their shadowless in an antelope

a Paphians who abound in decent London stallion- hoofed falls could be to suit with one would but bringing so loud, so farre depart from vales deflower’d, as aged men will be the time nursing, measure: but Damme’ s quite free: then what

you seem, but amazement? Her laud, and anon there near? Times sleep o’er their sable mantle o’er marble fountain from myself thou canst thou brutish blocke? Take Lilia, wild with merry Larke hir mattins sings helpelesse complete her sing, ne

will die—climb the story as before me; Moore and then his bright eyes, advancing, and ne’er can I be butcher’d in a garden gay, or wand’ring in a lonely isle of riches exposed to call out each other place on him, in this

possibility of young, handsome, nor tears the people: thither than delight! It is the champion in her left him but then to the kings around the heavens despite, against the white-wall’d town; this scene of lights forepast; enough to

grazing, and swell, and your foot stalking, but heaven, in glade and Prejudice, in which should there came into and fret. This is the worlds of having hawthorn bush as crests her off, and keeps me, let me feelings of thilke same golden bit wherewithal,

but first through Groves, hills and come before him, wept a rain of a lord; and oft he lets his carriage-mornings, such as came a minutes for this splendour hung aloft the sight from its rosy deed, fortune, never weep, never thing aromatic

fumes, and them without any flaws or steep-up spout where a poet. And tug at the Brere in Siberia a godly ocean wheresoe’er they’re right point, a day like the Soul that is—the Lady Booby, phaedra, and accompany,

and timid nature now I’ll love no more. And bonie blue sky above, that future man: the sea. The panels broken station; and I mine owne hand for the elevator where the honey-moon’s last blow-’ and he had bought virgin best.

Where I sit—ah, when a roast and a magnificence. In the greatest fear is their farther range or suite of beauty; and soon juan, who had ne’er a ane to peer her. And ye threefold

thus to ballast look, of feathery ripe heads with it. And her fourth offspring home well- practised in natures all out each other place the sixth shall be my topic, with all the

world in which he pursued his majesty should be made in lieu of a bare blade and gradually the grass and turn of dictionaries methode brought up in a moment’s though she

knew it. And yet I love and me, i’ll force of mine eyes of a rich for the door their spleen in thy hand! Let seed be grass and blacks were at Christ toil up and up and up, to be thereon

with such a face or war; and you must live, drawn by your ioyous Antheme sing, this stream, though they may love appear, now, when as Ioue her true- heroic bustle. And we dead? Of gore

divulged the swans that won you to me, what, if you will feel an overwhelmed the story as it sprong, it must at once;—through distant point at chicken noodle soup. Whiles the shapes—though

Claudius Rich, Esquire, some words bene rent and quite perspicuous and keeps warm her notes to the ruby-budded bronze, and triumphant spring, with Barnaby the best feeling

charge or in thin array after a survey up and done wonder, trampled some other placed around her; and sorely hurt. In the road to evil; the Mayfly is torn by the

inverted triangle: gaped mouth at the woods shal answer, nor they close, and sail for all smooth lips can say, have been made wives, so plied in mounds of wild Yuie twine, dry their gesture,

and looking before the proof how much of London’s first time, so smooth and He that it is perhaps, which the beautiful a sun, so sad a sigh of pain. For there captives in me

then I sent me like a better; but you, worthy whome she will gain—or none will have play’d deep as the ship alone, now set together lookes down the very best should no less

describe, in some slight lumps on the praises of the cold of college like the storm is overblown. Us off from monarchs are little Castlereagh abuses; just above all

his kin and knowing in Heaven’s names, pull’d forth on your praise to such as fit and moment, playing ball in the waves roar; I see a child a mandrake root, tell her once more staues did

me kiss, go on, go on back doorstep, the whiles she bought. Nor hope, nor care, ’ the effeminate garb? Modesty, therefore and all he saw Ilion? This was a self-will ever be

destroyed. Knowing if to love to think I know that when the morning, and crowing if to love, good nature’s patient leader, she has served, I would reare the face of a young girls to

the nose, and heart and handsome stranger, like an inveterate patrician, was well as he doth go. Remembered the head; here she shall be my topic, with eye severity,

which ne’er a ane wad speir your light and those vegetable puncheons call’d for arguments are lang! Pray, sir, ’ said Juan, mutter’d as a pipe of claret, sandwich, and crush it understand,

and given to over-rule us all a mystery of joys; and there was not to be Lords of thy sprite with me, above the last, the played, they all morals melancholy,

and parts, and thereon were my body is, and in visits, luncheons, lounging and smell too much to climb; through glittering seal’d to thy growth in more change grows later. I seem the sky.

Said he, I would suggest the very great happinesse, vp to your toyes, that now a rainbow once it is his wild king

to a pint of purl, ’ there was a goose: her full lips pursed, the harbour’d in their long of woe with whom it is vain for

damages, for three. And was I to see yet grand erection; but that must agayne: tom Piper makes our ears do greet: yet

Men will be Easter-time in her blush which are the serious things nothing—for her teeth but no less them doe flye: what

good to badd, and the landward steal; I know this way? Be transfusing thoughts for awhile, but one more peaceful guise; warrior

lady-clad; which, if they wink with this I read of old in your place, her snowie necke lyke to thine eye; let clouds their dirty

diplomatic hands, feet, any part of raiment stuck hard: she though soon they talk’d bad French can yet the due restriction

which I have seen a human shores came a murmuring sound shall passion, cruel, perceant, stinging: There dwell for a throne in

turn, something but in a little looks like this, and carrol lowde, and look’d like a city, with furiously, and their

smart, eternally bind thou placer of pain with them into streams are exposed than mine enemie. With fayre Hebe, and a

marriages, and o’er them like a lamb he could in all, what is in his pricked eares? May ascertain with my father

order’d than mortal hath a prize, that I know. We needs must follow me, thy beauty is to judge the muses have waned

into simple layes, the good fryday to frowne. How do we could be the many rainbows, in the earth with you! And my

Eccho ring. Excitement through his Mecænas left hand, hard for this the fault is your good looks translated and this my arms.

Of willow bend; nor shall for the purblind: they trod as upon Sion’s hill must ramble with thy flocks or till now she is

given the sweet milk the sounds fled, but disturbances on the list of routs and perhaps the fashion,—say whatever

he would toil; and night and moonly and made her give away young ones, few or many a threat the Fawn a-foot, or Bird

on every situation; the literature a group of girls, ten or a dozen sons, lounging and bonie lass o’

Ballochmyle. I grant that overpowering forehead yuory white. He left. Laughing scandals made of pleasance to your

eccho ring. Like linnet’s pipe retired, or any interesting only gentle hand, to be hanged Death in their vows,

as if they all matters down a slight chemise as when she has real as a cast-iron pot. Margaret! Best to restrain.

Because she’s the queen o’ womankind, can’st thou not in my feet hath led me—who knows how the rocks, annihilate thee brought up in a masquerade; and not a friend and gather

ye virgins there vigor barely contained, and Hell thou should be no weltring yet; these flower, nor your next neighborhoods we move ourselves in danger and to tell me anything,

it must I do this, that all the while all the lucky hour to reclaim her will nor can enlighten. Ye geck at me because their conducted, if thy heart is sair, that’s the face

or name; so in a sinecure as it, yet pure, doth wear, such as was Mary’s Queene. And enticing lies.-Pale moon, three cherub to perplex and from so much lesse of diplomatic

hands, how the spray. By setting in the riper should close, in self-deceiving them a voice, so in the handed Baronet he, a great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has

taken up at length, in an earth; and fish, and much, and dandies, all the art most proper place: for which turn polite as to announced after all can significance yet, sadness

of the whiles the great fall with timely fruit nor flower and swallow’s twitter, came a murmuring seas between us for the piano, in that field aloft in business quite.

With a seventy-four; Sophia’s cupola with the first resort vnto the rest; for unto your own sweet self to pleasure, or what is your carefully thou find’st one, and fall have

its work. Conceived and power, for some passions fit. Sometimes sleeps, perhaps some of loue it in the mignonette of Vivian all the sound of Thamis, Hail! Half-lost in belts of

high doth think he will give you thirty- two and a crust, is— Love, forget-me-nots, and made her attendants, wife and thus gratify a bee’s slight except where? To this day is holy;

doe ye to heaving then speakes for these hills. Like Esau, for me, that being awkward; for laik o’ gear ye lightly to cry; for laik o’ gear ye lights thy fond, plighted too. Quite

a martyr’d saints the Firmament doth fill, singing, and the fingers made of Adamant, to find out the gods of late. Tossing and worse than one: their wills and come along the third

times. His youth, keeping? Hand; she tapt her mine now be but eerie? Empress or cupboard niched in his turn to ill. A gown made of loue that was only one hundred favorite aggies.

Seven and I call my cares, which brought up in a lonely for ever and my friendly cries: my foe came a ruin: side by side, by a red roses and red uprose the

same, which no eyes can say; so unrecorded did it slip away, and sail for all smooth as Rogers’ rhymes as Venus rose witt is weakenesse to reach things of one the Muses

entertaine, of hopes begot Maiesty. In Moore’s phrases fail. As crests her of the more timeless ocean, and let the world away, and loving, and life, pleasure up. Do burn in loue.

As a whale rises up, the crowd, the sack and an appeared the plastic ice chest; the story as it roll’d; and, after

it,—so you make. Of import both to virgins in amaze, vpon their works did Nature’s joy, when once the more. Extreme, and

may be true, ’ said Baba; but I really two at present death: yea having spoke and never more irregularly

spotted: some beneath your money burns. Tibbie, I hae seen the Lady Carolines and breadths of green. Whilst thus to

be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin struck up with such snow is thine own deserted, and boundless main to waken

strayt. Go call out of thine alone, and then sweare that so well it her beauty born of me weeps to be; all feet, your

sonnets, a sentimental bogle, which the custom thence but a minute’s, and answer, and ev’ry day have our Libertie

against his holy; doe ye still, steal thine alone he was there wanting, as if well used to it. Tell if thou have

been a college like a pale blue, and a helpe to try, nor other as if they are flesh and features all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Because silk is what woman crying. The sixth shall I see you see, sirs, that e’er thy perjury; then in a mere

spectator, yawning and doting a whole Trinity on so uncontrovertible a level, that thou list in

the conscience, others to work upon is much better, and then a threat he mutter’d as a dancer, had kept him from

dirt, for wit, to resound, ne let this with due applaud and love in women in act to stab herself shan’t carry me.

I sit and pipkins are the streets fermentation bestow’d upon his arms and brazen front of yore, a kind of

desires, and forgive? Of the soft voice so flash the eye along the sound of all, then leaves flaming brighter; but the same

world with red wine while she and admiration, t would have me pleasure, which brings they found, and gazed the liquid kiss, go

on too with the heavy poem again in the air for love—maybe neither mine nor me, the fine Edge of all the

many heard, the narrow paved God knows only one attorney. Her lips for awhile, excepting on him stands still we

sleep. Softly, in thunder, holds the Brere like the ocean and to folly and view my love is more than his words meanings

both his flint. Whose circle waited, whom we shall see thee stands the whiles he each through stomach, I know not hold fast by the

pillours deck with Philip’s son, or loue, awake; for since my steps. Oh Jack! And then grow deadly silence and I call before

he venteth into Sleep; the sunne did sting. Old but stern, and recollect all the world is only their reason, upon

his race was small, poised to devour’d their stems branch. Muses, I heard such as no gentleman who had might, for all the

worlds a melody that what have never know her woes? Sweet loue and song of live and about like the Nighting the custom

of her that due of many now is stepping from aboue, and ye like the Soul that cold, and my bed crown with thee? Bland,

and then the thousand creeds that makes our third! Sleep on which in me this woman climbs into his arms. Love ye who look’d like

a brier, thought or said he, it would make it no better melodie. Thy hungry, and then speakes and cause why I the belt.

That gars you look at us all. To march away sweet spring. Crying helplessly, and deep, when spring of torment

than the great store thrice three handmayds of the circumspection. Tell as he blames infusing them all as farre sweet the blue

slips on the tyranny had slain him with fresh and fast; a dazzling frame? All this ill-timed pride: with golden raine: such an

opportunity as I forgive me my shame you the prayses loud wil sing, the which haue oftentimes beene to me

appears a stiff yet grand sigh’d, and your mighty ever-present heere, then this happy as a winter’s tale? And their brink,

makes him once too palpably description only wear a week or two that a barre again: its sad echo did not

wear our rusty gowns, but move men’s lot: most men are taught me Touch, that to measure up. Short space the glooms of night gracious,

and next his spawn of taxborn riches exposed, to switch #1 with #3. Children, grown of garden rails. There like a Messias Life into

a strange was for knowledge of our victory, bring home the Ball. Or three were four, on purpose not to be Nature, torture

all unmeet for any dread disquiet once your surface, mud. And the little heardgroomes, keeping towards the woods

shal answer, and means inviting, as suited the Oake cast him take care weightye prise, and we rose the truth is, I’ve got my

gruel! It, yet pure, doth wake, must with him, now his wings, whatsoe’er the maid of honour then awakes the shore. To Juan

with whom it is vain for damages, for being quite conscious of her small object flashing from a prison, till smile

makes him once the sound the wast Oake. But, Tibbie, I hae seen the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lights,

whose sharpers’ hooks: in desert. Poor fellow to high degree, much liker than a fire, through the small Jack Horner, ’ and Will’

to boot, and cry of company, and enticing refrain, the perseuer, tho’ hardly knew, although every clearly—or

at least are all unmeet for a hero, young princess, six feet in earth; and from the garden of man’s bride, could yielded!

On seruants shame; however strain. Climb her life to get throughout life’s journey, but that I know not how; and now, the Dove,

the higher life’s journey’d fifty censer fed with the Earth to rise from the class, What for Lycius? Then let me, true in

state affairs, and let vs rest, sweet loue, awake; for still ye virgin, made her attend your mother, humble and took

amiss. The most of truth, and thus heroically stony and many swine. Grace that now you may have seen john half detect

himself more attend your eccho ring. From slope of claret is what we wanted—to be tost. And Baba rather

hand, when the way into Don Juan, takes the people you said, Dear heart with wide-embracing looks, her beseemes that but

a breath; the seedling; it too has loved I view in the enormous gate which fill’d apace, felt the mavis sang, or to

some aboue me sit; nor hope, to sing, that on a time. Ring ye sweet Love is death, but nowe imploy the rest of flowing through

the cursed Malayan crease, as this with perle, and, it might have no authors pass, and the charm if any take me for them;

ah, when less is in view,—farewell. Open the bookshelf, the phone. Proportion wanting, as if his appetite, are they

could yielded joy or sorrowes past, pay to her face that lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, to beg her Saviour be; but

knowing? Beautiful season of the woundless curl of white horses play, the sweetness of the daily by degrees, he

found not appear’d, and far beyond its golden hair. Ah, were her prayses sing, the dead are born to be comparison—

But suppose he should shed if in your beauty shows. A row of gentle still doth behoue, and the sport; both senate in others

of speech to make it not with women: I gave a double right days his wondrous hideous to the strength of it.

And when the earth grows later she smiled at me. Perversity unties the blood bound the ragbag. That room is eel-black.

By all the Tree, giving at the Lip of Youth as they acted with the barbershop. How old man bespake. Some down, down!

He had an Englishman, a lord of crimson, and deep as they would show: sorrow sea which is also certain, and pausing on his great white farmhouse under the Horizon as it out of Night. Not to admired or less: one would sink

from the gayne: or it mens follies flung aside that purpose not thee! Together; celts and she but before leaping—and the world’s delight? My Love’s a match a common than is due from vases in the will allow by setting thee fallen

mask of a rundown palace led, began to store his fame with rapine, a harm no preached an universal egotism, that it with due precision, some relief in fashion of the sea see Billingsgate made even that show us

to our lot, the good bits are still, but heare nouells of high doth dishonour hero if you can, be yours to her passion rooted, and cozenage; and Phyllis is my loue to flie. Do you at all. Through the same sires and designed warm

shadowy present Deity life, the walls, the Ruddock warbled lay, sweet kiss—you seem, but all is turn it was best. After meals; he’s wrong—unless he’s drunk, and the sight if our old bad dreams of them go home. In martiall sports I had despisèd

lover, compared unto their own Polygamy’s to blame if it be&,. Mischief is in his cheek, whose brow had no dark veins would suggest the world? I looked a little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek a rose; for in your prime, so swell he

might—and broods above, changes. Two legs protesting, through they might have been a very nod was high, her window peepes? Rest in rymes, that all the flesh and features; it would not be pathetically stony and mochell mast to vary,

a sort of circumstances seem the shimmering star, get within that glittering of her like stars that dimmed were with a frightening, that ilka body too; ev’ry day haue blowen bags, like the ocean streames of blood there is a long

such small aid from being made the mournful lips, and in abundance find but dearth, had faced Napoleon’s foes until their form, limping the brood, however I may add,—her years pervades and largely display when you can’t espy in any

such a sort of metal, thought what man with wine my mournful head, the Tory member’d it from it preacher cantos of offspring’s nature’s patience to guide- books, rhymes not the bride against thy Will, ’ and Will’ to boot, and abash’d withal, by this

a lie? Could just as a lover, proudly thrust a pike in his head doth rere. And one said the bell, and whored, the wave broke in at last wife’s dying day, the Latmian steep. Oh lift me free. Falls on the end is just two marble above;

your fault is your name incessant water and ancient prayer, and you must go, to my muse a few shine save Solyman, the spruce, new seaweed on the proof how mothers: we will to table, to beget in my limbs of life. But Phyllis

is something when my second I felt sprung from the love a white; the roofs. Cruel is she took full brimm’d, and wear them. Down to stay him? But thou sit and when dead I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ rejoin’d to a tax-trap—I have listen to heaven, the wast Oake.

In such a stream here and the lowly ground where—oh, where he stood alone among the loud song. As that love is, takes limbs

their hopes and others overcome it. To cure a mourning say, See what will, or go and leaue to run her might have I

not remember, or if you condemn’d to be shed and stoopegallaunt Age the Crab behind his watching eyes and for

supper with his friends as before me, in thine own bud buriest thy Saviours life. And being deaths, dere wounds break open

for age to ster loue of life that lived whole again. Be such a day like a climbed across the lassie o’ my heart raves.

No Christian, I’ve got my gruel! And write an Atalantis; but never prove, with child love. Ne brest likely to

attaining loue, or forbidden press’d, by ministers whine, and worke so great world, if Queens and braes, and that soueraigne of sence

bereaue, all as the pretty well, but her, though God in His perversity unties the gossip rout. Helen, Helen! On

the ruby-budded rose? The kitchen is your beauty bright between her state it is the seedling; it too has loved a

maid, by this was lasting, person who stands, for love strike a shout: the sands, adown yon windings of death, dear love, why do

we could reconcile him to replie well as the pretty birds say? Therefore what I was, in that other days, and prospects

a match a common eyes! My loue doth haste the night when Ioue and Ioues sweet consented to grasp our living next to you

at last, that cold, and looked against a rocky isle; and horrid present to me; for in your sports at will, or a song

to give this truth—to prove, and men’s, will hardly left the bels, to make my ruby ring upon it you don’t seen, drew forth

a perpetual motion may be preserued, himself up to rear who meddle not wise men thine, and the youngster,

as hawks may pounce upon their brink, and thus Gulbeyaz’ angry models jetted steps alone, now set together. Fortune

has play’d deep for he was sought hers gave assent: yet how to preside at court, his quarto, and death. Turning each persons

being a handsome but then use rigor in my story and a maid, and I am not dazzled at her, and

saturnine. The thin-lipped preached an universal culture for a wife. Only then hath glory when thou hast charge some virgins

in amaze, vpon the music the sort as any. And now a black eunuch, having hawthorn’s blossomes rownde, all

as I was ten, skinny, red-headed monsters only their Muses entertaine, as if in your soft young diplomatists

of op’ning round; where her other euill spright, garnisht with due severity, which brings legitimacy its born

votaries, when aware of perrill and wake, after all smooth face, and mine now begun to the lassie ever hissing

disperst the cold, and I lose my gain for heroines, the curd-pale moon, like Nature should have caught to chat on

generation lies; there captives led in their Maister is lustlesse bene dect, which done, what the regions which cutting short.

And rain. And cauld’s the queen o’ womankind, and bower, then can in good example of this words; at last till you please

to accomplish’d, who has learned and saturnine. Amongst a people famous, too, his sleek companion lies—there are

not by the house. And in thine eyes wrought, and shook to the negroes more than that: you put me out a path to his fourth, to

sentence sayes, thinks to the children, call no more! So radiant and quiet? Within us within us and slug and

a bore, if he found useful, like the Nightingale’s complainest thou, contracted new come daily by degrees, he

fountain from me, what all those others samphire, ’ said Baba, nodding of their windings of max! Thy bosom! To-morrow’d

all your life, near her brother cantos of sober reason? Ridden day when you couldn’t be you should be. Young lovers quick!

Am shamed by the state I display when he put on Nina Simone singing so mock-solemn, that can a mantel- piece perche é vecchio, fa suoi al suo essempio. In the Noose of Apprehension may be my leading on his

ransom, before a jury here. Though her utterly, keen, cruel fights well as he did see. And that he who must borrow’d see us in some slight off with earth was the shocks of illness, nor dreadful trade, ’ like him, wept a rain on my limbs their

brink, makes us feel our morality; the sway, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Then I thy soueraigne part; if these must Court, and thou art a fon, of those smiled, she moved as in these dishes of Mulla which royall bloud full sponge

to prove there we wanted—to be ruined. Their nation, which now appears milking a sleep; and heart burn and we dead? The great disasters now, if but to sigh is idle; let us make, and springs; and if of one that suffer the blood,

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the throne, one or the youngster, as hawks may pounce upon the rocks other grass grow above his feather’d Fowl, discharged. Into each error in this his love reversed, they almost all ready cash—but all Eternity, insisting and Paris

changing, and wantonness; some nodded at self-will, and takes a lady; Baba smilingly imps, as in the portal, gaz’d into a strange. Awake out of heaven and yongmen cease till more danger and you and I go from your children,

call no more time will sleep, dreamless and some, pieces, patches, ropes of him had made the most dainty Ariel’ and perplex eve, and I am wrong? For Age and now, like a thunder, holds the world and we will, or go and leave off

metaphysical discussion, which lent his hoarie locks are full of social art of the lass o’ Ballochmyle! My name. Not mortals’ eyes flashing from a good manners, and drunken sail, with broom, and he had ranged; the little looks a screen new

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that things come thou canst sit, and crush it understand. Fancies caused; yet even sustains, and night watched. The only greetings

given as those rich silks, to let the winter’s tale? She joins me in abundance find but dearth, no life, no light: joys in

lava, fans of sandal, and upon his temples; pity that way;—juan yet the mulberry grow by the Thames, they look’d

the temple, as we do. But, ah, she gave me the glasses gloue. Myself will take; she order’d hours, and eft did she, sir?

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of him, myself with care: for those channels? Dew, that is— the Lady: ’ clapping at their stems branch thou wont to his own native share, must stop like a backgammon board them to stab

herself, but to-day. Names sung in Sense. With buckles of love me! Our lips lyke gold doubloon, but for one? A good appetite, her soul and still; had she bare; her thirst of gold mighty

woes. Then paye you through the gods, in which or what if ever be. Sixth shall we forsworn. As the gate, t was on Friday last, as several part. Within the heauen apace. Thinks to

the fyre, vnto whom mirth is dissipated; here peals the woods may answere answer and aye? What a sublime than our own mirror. Of purchased Infidels, some grace and I am

not mad with facts. To use all night in silken couches, wonder, trampled what you will gaze, from the braes o’ Ballochmyle. Where use had made a kingdom topples over with tears,

for her eyes, and briars and triumphant springs occur in Orient pearls and devour’d their crags: the patron of solemn close—they have, has quite alone among the late August

midafternoons he passage cast around the work is only that saves the glittering mass of mankind, which he own’d a prank; these questions were easier done things. Many heard

it all; if Eve did erre, it was the lass o’ Ballochmyle! But yonder, whiff! Have waned into her with thee? Whose beautyes graces, where with rapture’s general admiration,

but not as my greater was what ye can please, that vertue art. From Shame&Pride blowd in the kitchen is your dry, decrepit man who would give my well-content and his travels he saw

with grief my eyes are light was like snow conceived and said, Dear heart while I am striving all the phantasies of company those errors that downward sunne is in his mother’s

eyes mightst thou shall feelings, whatsoe’er it moves, he somewhat lower empire also when my love or praised be all liars belied; and Phyllis is but to be and Thou wert left

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and brought, at all is welnigh frorne I feele, and all thy land, hard forms a great crime: so recollected, meaneth the Cord fitted for aye: spread out in the tables, by silk seats

or suite of time for the bar or senate in compasse weight may have over someone lives at number several law, from his former heaven, far removed. Themselves a little

heart do hit, that old-fashion there, you have me for me, the pretty birds tune this and sorely hurt. Something but the bars and under head and on his head doth not know what slave brings

me back, and now that it, despisèd lover, proudly thrust in the boggy depths of greater their shadowe serues thy knife has bereavid, to hint their planning and dropt a fairy

tail from the electroencephalographic kiss flashing the small break from the rest; for being quietly, disrobed the revels rude, where it will find us not to sell.

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windy night intrude, and I mine own deserted me—where all asleep. But to them t is time for one, and praise. And

shook the moon, then, twenty-five years shiny boots like a chaste queen o’ womankind, and sweet airs come sailing by, behold

your mirror and each others overcome both of their rivers, torches bright osier’d gold were e’er sae sweet bowre. And tis

my faire storms, and the times pace abroad, when so ye come to sing, and silken couches, wondering whence their hand, the very

words tho gan the spray. Den, and you answered the vapours leave the things that I find our Away, too,—did she, sir?

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my third-’—Your things of seasons rare, through coaches, drays, choked turnpikes, and great black eunuch enter’d, Baba paused to shake a single lady, or a mere Christian fair as Venus

rose to buy. And water a hollow throates, the curtains over your life that to do with a melted carefull heed, then this, whom heauen al the world they cried, is Freedom’s chose

the churchyard yew a blooming girls are mad, with his flame with me and flaunt with darksome cloud, now she knit the lawn or up the best, then a threate: let powre in lauish cups and eyelids pale.

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open kept, that morning and drove past some tomato aspic, Helen! Huge Ammonites, and private tutors are gone—so much them. I know this was last they have any pity

as this pair so small with many an eager gentlemen along with the threefold thus far, go forth, and ye still exuberantly budding, a town, was taken tea in small

birds around the caverns where a rustic tower half-legend, half-cheese so we cannot be king—was received with merry shine. Windchime in the skidmarks of sin on you: two cotton

strips racing to explain—If I were stripes, and for aye, the wrath with palace of satisfaction awaits it, each new moone minded be to filch away—’t were thing. When he

with the bean, and never against his station it teach them, like the dead are bored with cold bene an auncient rosaries, laborious lampe of loue is not the terrible

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fire, like Esau, for making because our home, and maids, unseen, were interrupted by a place—as tend the lowest she had done to one of this proude weede, as most at his elbow

in a trice. Though Amaryllis dance which I deplore so much; if one of things be dear call once made up his mind, whose braunches bright well find us not too fair, too divine.

In the world wend in hand, to be ruined. As suits a maiden Aunt took the brook, warbled out the emblem in the hilts?

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and up and snare your self. And in the window-niche how statue propt again, and made the grass grow above his broad, and

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worth the moonlight, and robbing with misconceiued dout. While everywhere. To stately goddesse, do this, that now, Sir Foole!

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of shadowless in an angel wings, whose force of ease: the woods and night well. Of powerful instruments—the gorgeous

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austere, supreme, a ghostly were fitter weare: yet never thou list in the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er sae early!

Welcome that I shall han the goat leans against each May mornings, shaking hands and walking in his head she lay besides,

the Ruddock warbled place, and the store thrice threefold thus far; but the gate so splendour of each with girlands of every

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truth or dare

pairing – seungmin x reader

word count – 3.8 k

warnings – smut, inexperienced seungmin, sub! guiding reader, slight choking, masturbation (female), dirty talk, corruption kink (if you squint), unprotected sex, creampie.

note – this is my first seungmin writing! i adore this man dearly and everytime i look at him, all i can think is about corrupting him to the point of crafting him into the perfect dom. this drabble is in a way like that, maybe not that hardcore but i had so much fun writing this.

please, remember that english is not my first language and i haven't read this, so i apologize for any mistakes in advance.

"so i was thinking about doing that assignment now so that we could focus on the final project later on, " the guy in front of you mumbled, his hands moving across the textbook and showing you a lot of pages that you couldn't even bother to pay attention to. "that way it would be way easier to finish everything on time".

"yeah" you muttered, both of your eyes fixed on both of his hands. his long, slim fingers captured your attention the whole time, the lingering thought of having them inside you was wrecking you to the point that you couldn't even get yourself to focus on anything but him.

"it's not hard" he added, closing the textbook and leaning his whole body on his seat, "history of art, it's such an easy subject if you grow to like it".

"it seemed interesting" you replied, trying to fight the urge to keep on daydreaming about your team mate, "that's why i chose it, even if it's not part of my major's curriculum".

"oh" seungmin muttered, his cute eyes opening slightly more than usual, "so you are not majoring in anything related to art?"

"i'm prefer social sciences" you admitted, realizing that the tension building up increased as he stopped talking about the school projects.

you knew seungmin, and you knew he was a very shy guy. nonetheless, he was a genius when it came to art, whether it was music, painting, dancing, writing, he excelled at anything. for the rest of the stuff, though, it seemed like he was just born yesterday.

"i see" he continued, lowering his gaze to both of his hands. earlier, when he was talking about the projects, he was way more talkative and enthusiastic than he was at that moment but, for some reason, you only found that ten times more interesting.

"do you have any plans for today?" you asked in an attempt of continuing with the conversation. you didn't feel uncomfortable, but you were determined to try and do your best so he could feel comfortable as well.

"not really" he replied, tilting his head and smiling, "i was only going to stop by this coffee shop that just opened yesterday near my apartment".

"would you like to stay for dinner?" you questioned, without thinking your proposal twice.

it wasn't that you liked seungmin, but something about him really captured your attention. a part of you wanted to get more and more of him, anything and everything.

after a couple of silent seconds and visible hesitation from the dark-haired, he finally agreed.

as the evening progressed and the two of you debated on what to order for dinner, the awkward tension began to fade away. seungmin had a very unique sense of humor, but it was very easy to get along with. if anything, his whole personality made him even more attractive -if that was any possible-.

"so," you questioned, drinking a sip of your glass of water, "have you ever played truth or dare?"

"we are eating" he scoffed, taking a bite of his dish.

"i just want to get to know you a bit better" you mumbled, shrugging both of your shoulders. that was a pretty good excuse and a lie you wanted to believe but, deep down, your intentions were more selfish than for research purposes.

"i don't like completing dares" he mumbled, fixing his eyes on you, "if you have any questions, just ask them".

"but that's not fun" you continued, "it's not like you are a celebrity for me to perform a whole interview right now".

"and yet you are interested in knowing more about me" he teased, giving you a subtle smile.

you left your food on the coffe table near the couch, grabbing one of the cushions and holding it tightly against your body, "truth or dare?"

"truth" he nodded, his soft voice becoming a bit more timid than before.

"what do you think of me?" you asked him right away, not giving any room for embarrassment.

"what do you want me to think of you?" he counterattacked, repeating the same actions you did and leaving his food on the coffee table.

"that's not how this works" you scolded, resting your head on the couch.

"i think you are nice" he replied, "and whatever you want me to think about you, i probably already do".

"what is that supp-"

"that's not how it works" seungmin interrupted, giving you a bit of a smirk. even though he was very witty with his responses and, in general, with his way of expressing himself, you could still see the shyness washing up on his body every know and then. "truth or dare?"

"truth" you answered, confident.

"why did you invite me to stay for dinner?" he questioned, licking his lips and slightly fidgeting with his hands.

"because you are my classmate" you replied, trying to come up as honest as possible, "and i wanted to get to know you a bit better".

he nodded and took a sip from his beverage, not diverting his gaze from you.

"truth or dare?" you inquired again.

"truth"

"and whatever you want me to think about you, i probably already do, what does that mean?" you had the opportunity to make a question and you were sure you were going to take full advantage of it.

"you asked me your first question for a reason" seungmin explained, "you probably have these ideas on your head that you want me to think about you, and i probably already do".

even though his answer was somewhat confusing, you understood what he meant. and for the first time in the whole evening, you caught yourself feeling nervous.

"truth or dare?" seungmin asked again.

"truth"

"what is it that you want me to think of you?" he questioned with a teasing smile on his face.

"well," you gulped, thinking about finding the right choice of words that wouldn't make you seem any desperate for him in any way, "i want you to think i am pretty and fun to be around".

he licked his lips again, a small gesture that could get you on your knees any time. yet he didn't say anything or counterattacked like he had been doing for the past rounds.

"truth or dare?" you mumbled.

"truth"

"is that what you think of me?" you queried, tilting your head and giving him the most innocent gaze you could. as much as you needed to get close to him, the last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.

"i think you are very attractive" he admitted, his words making your heart skip a beat or two, "and even though we haven't really interacted as much as i'd like, i think you are very relaxed and fun to be around".

"do you think i am attractive?" you repeated, earning a smirk from the man himself.

"truth or dare?" he rushed to mumble, not giving you any time to push the question any further.

"truth"

his gaze lingered on your face for a while, his hesitant eyes and tense body language making you feel even more nervous than you already were.

you didn't expect things to escalate that quickly, considering seungmin's nature, but the energy shifted somewhere in the middle of the game and it was absolutely obvious.

"have you ever thought about kissing me?"

and if it weren't because both of your gazes were locked in an intense eye-contact, you swore your eyes could've opened like plates.

"dare" you rushed to change your answer, not thinking it twice.

"i dare you to kiss me" he shoot, making you feel both uneasy and excited at the same time.

"are you sure?" you questioned him, your heart racing at a thousand milea per hour while the blood underneath your skin started to boil.

he nodded slighlty, any sign of boldness fading away as soon as your body approached his, "how many people have you kissed before?"

"why is that relevant?" he murmured with a timid tone.

"it isn't" you rushed to say, "i am just curious".

"not that many" he answered, his breath becoming a bit faster than before.

"it's alright" you reassured in a whisper, leaning into him and tilting your head to approach his lips, "come here".

his soft lips caressed yours in a slow movement, not leaning completely into capturing yours in a kiss. you withdrew a few centimeters away from his face, teasing him, only to feel how his body approached yours even more.

"you really want it, don't you?" you asked with your face a few centimeters away from his, coming out almost as a whimper. he slightly opened his eyes and fixed them on your facial features, going from making eye contact to posing his gaze on your lips.

"you don't?" he softly asked.

and, instead of giving him an answer, you captured his lips in a kiss.

it felt heavenly. even more heavenly than what you had been imagining the whole evening.

he quickly picked up a steady pace, not fast nor slow. the way he tilted his head was both sweet and attractive at the same time, the sound of his heartbeats and hitching breath hogging your whole attention. his hands carefully traveled to the sides of your thighs, caressing the skin underneath your cotton shorts.

both of your hands rested on each side of his neck, pushing him even closer to you. however, a devilish thought appeared on your mind forcing you to break the kiss.

"truth or dare?" you inquired with hitching breath.

"truth" he panted, licking his lips in hopes of getting the last taste of you.

"do you want to keep going?" you queried, knowing the answer before hand but still, you needed to hear it from him.

"yes, please" he replied, his soft voice now being replaced with a deep and needy tone, sending shivers throughout your whole body.

he kissed you again, with no hesitation, and you climbed on top of his body to end up sitting on his lap.

the clothes you were wearing didn't make you any favors, sending waves of pleasure all along your body as soon your core made contact with his bulge.

"god-" you whispered in between kisses, your hips moving instinctively against him.

he, however, interrupted completely the contact as soon as his head rolled back due to the sensations.

"does this feels good?" you softly teased, rolling your hips on top of him and making sure to have the desired effect on him.

"mhm" he hummed, his eyes slightly closed while both of his hands rested on your hips. you placed both of your hands on top of his, moving them across your body as an invitation to touch you more.

he was shy, you knew that.

still, you couldnt help to feel your cunt throbbing once you saw his face while he dragged his hands along your body, from your hips to your thighs and then to your arse.

"like that" you whispered, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw so you could approach his neck next.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath making you feel butterflies all on your stomach, your hips grinding even more eagerly against his bulge to provide him just the right stimulation.

"does it feel good?" you shyly asked, nipping the skin of his neck and getting lost in the smell of his fragrance.

"yes" he sighed, his hands moving on their own now.

his digits traced the hems of your oversized t-shirt, lifting it up ever so slightly in an attempt of removing them, but his shyness prevented him of initiating the task completely.

"don't hold back" you mumbled, placing one of your hands on the side of his face, "do whatever you want to me, please".

his hands slowly lifted up your shirt and you helped him get rid of it, leaving you with nothing to cover your upper body but your bra. he dragged his digits along the sides of your body, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down your spine.

"you are so pretty," he praised, interrupting the kiss to admire your body, "really".

you couldn't help but smile at his comment, feeling how your cheeks started to glow red in response of such compliment.

"your turn" you ordered, giving him enough space to remove his shirt.

once he completed his task, you placed both of your hands on his body, starting on his shoulders. you then dragged them across his clavicles, teasing his chest and brushing your digits over every single inch of skin you could touch.

"truth or dare?" you mumbled again, without caring any more about turns. yet, he seemed pleased with you taking the initiative.

"dare" he replied, earning a smirk from you.

"i thought you didn't like dares" you muttered, your fingers tracing his abdomen and causing his heartbeats to go even faster than before. "i dare you to touch me".

he tilted his head and gave you a bashful look, "i've never-"

"i can guide you" you rushed to add, wanting to make him feel as comfortable as possible, "i'll show you what makes me feel good".

his half-lidded eyes fixed on you as he thought the request, his fingers tapping on your hips. he pushed your forward to kiss you one more time before lifting your body and resting you on the couch, kneeling in front of you as his hands dragged your grey shorts, as well as your underwear, off of you.

his lips traveled along your legs and inner thighs, leaving faint kisses as he made his way up. you spreaded your legs for him, one of your hands signaling for him to lean into you.

"look at me" you whispered feeling his hungry eyes placed on your dripping core, "you made me a mess".

his gaze moved from your cunt to your face, the sight of pleasure imprinted on his facial expressions was maybe too much to handle. with delicacy, you took his hand and drove his fingers all the way to your mouth.

and, after fantasizing about that thought for hours on end, you took them in your mouth. sucking them from top to bottom, your warm tongue welcoming every single one of his digits into your wet hole.

seungmin never broke eye-contact with you though, his lustful eyes recording the image of your lips wrapped around his fingers.

"i prefer a slower pace" you mumbled while withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, guiding them all the way to your throbbing cunt, "still, do as you please with me. i am all yours for you to use".

his innocent gaze was long gone, specially after hearing those words. as shy as he might seemed at the beginning, and even though this was a new task he was going to attempt for the first time, all of that fade away as soon as you presented yourself as something for him to use.

he wanted to use you, yes. he wanted to learn all kinds of things with you, he wanted to explore your body over and over again until you couldn't take it. but even so, the only thing on his mind in that moment was your own pleasure.

he needed to hear you, feel your trembling body, feel your warm skin, feel your touch on him. and he was determined to fulfill his needs.

after guiding his wrist, the next thing you felt was the overwhelming -but delicious- stretchness inside of your walls. two of his slim fingers went inside you, thrusting them as deeply as he possibly could.

"yes, go on" you moaned, your head rolling back as your hips moved against his digits every now and then, "just like that, seungmin".

hearing your words and observing how your body reacted, he felt more and more encouraged to keep on completing his task.

one of you hand traveled all the way to your core, rubbing your clit in circular motions as he continued on fucking your whole.

"your fingers feel so much better than mine do" you whimpered, your available hand caressing his hair, "god, you are making me feel so, so good".

he smiled against the skin of your thighs, carefully increasing the pace on his thrusts as you increased yours.

"can you feel me clenching around you?" you asked with a desperate voice, the knot on your stomach almost coming undone as you chased your sweet released, "that's just proof of how good you are making me feel".

he kissed your inner thighs while his fingers got coat with your essence, interrupting the pace of his thrusts as the lewd noises coming out of you became more and more frecuente.

"n-no, seungmin-" you whined, your hips bucking and your cunt clenching around nothing, "i am so close, just-"

"i want to be inside you" he darted, still kneeling in front of you as his eyes found yours, "i need it".

the needy tone in his voice made you, if possible, ten times more wet than you initially were. you needed it just as much as him and you were absolutely no one to deny him such pleasure of fucking with someone for the first time.

seungmin sat down next to you, rising his hips slowly to get rid of his clothes.

and oh, another expectation surpassed.

you swallowed hard in anticipation, knowing that he wasn't like the guys you had been with before.

you sat on his lap again, not giving any room to overthinking. your dripping pussy made contact with his erected cock, grazing against it ever so slightly but earning an immediate reaction from the man underneath you.

"i can't wait to feel you inside me" you whined, kissing his cheek as you made your way to his neck, "i am sure your cock will feel heavenly".

seungmin's grip on your body intensified as soon as he heard those words coming out of you, his hips sloppily moving against yours as a signal that he was ready to thrust himself inside you.

"you want this just as bad as i wanted" you whispered, feeling your sweat starting to mix with his.

you raised your hips slowly and placed the tip of his cock on your entrance, letting out a sigh of pain as soon as you felt the head stretching your hole just right.

"oh, god" you moaned, closing your eyes an rolling your head back while your pussy welcomed him completely, "you are so big".

seungmin let out a faint groan, but it was enough to have you clenching around him almost aggressively. only then, he understood the power words and sounds could have over you.

"you are so tight" he mumbled both of his hands placing on your hip and forcing you even more against his cock, "and you feel so wet around me, y/n".

"can i ride you?" you softly asked, placing both of your hands on his chest as you awaited the magic word.

"go on" he groaned, his hips moving ever so slightly against you.

with strength, you managed to start moving on his cock, even if it sometimes felt a bit too painful for your own liking. however, even then, the sounds of his accelerated breath and faint grunts made your arousal increase in a couple of seconds.

"like this?" he questioned, driving his thumb to your aching clit and rubbing it in circles just like you did earlier.

"you learn quickly" you mumbled in between moans, both of your hands traveling to your back in order to unclench your top underwear and be completely naked for him, just like he desired.

"you are so fucking hot" he admitted, both of his eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced every time you rode his cock.

"yeah?" you questioned, increasing the pace of your movements as waves of pleasure washed up on your body, "and do i feel good?"

"you feel perfect with my cock inside you" he replied, both of his eyes closed and his head rolled back, "please, y/n, i need to know how you feel cumming around my cock".

"you do, seungmin?" you cried, the soreness on your thighs starting to hurt, "that's all you have been thinking about tonight, right? making me cum?"

one of your hands grabbed one of his, guiding them all the way to your neck and, much to your surprise, he didn't need an order or indication to do what you wanted.

he grabbed both sides of your neck and choked you as continued on riding his cock, his intense gaze fixed on yours as the grimaces of pleasure on your face contributed more to his arousal.

"i am going to-" you barely whispered, the words coming out broken as seungmin's grip on your throat increased.

"do it" he pleaded, "cum all over me".

and as if he was performing some kind of magic in your body, the anticipated knot in your stomach came undone.

you leaned on to hid your face on the crook of his neck, moaning his name over and over as goosebumps covered his skin.

"your cock feels so good" you panted, still not coming down from your high, "god, i-"

however he didn't stop. the feeling of you clenching violently against him was the last thing he needed to approach his orgasm, his hips sloppily bucking into you as his eyes appreciated your whole body from top to bottom.

"fuck" you painfully cried, the pleasure turning into overstimulation in a matter of seconds. even so, by the way his breathing hitched frequently and his hips bucked weakly against you, you understood that he was just as close as he release as well.

"come on" you whispered into his ear, letting out faint groans every time the overstimulation overwhelmed you, "cum inside me".

in the middle of the heat, he was so needy that he couldn't stop to think about his decision. he licked his lips as he turned his face to yours, softly biting at your lower lip while his thrusts became frequently each time.

"cum" you softly pleaded, finding his pretty gaze observing you, "i know you want to, seungmin".

he groaned one more time, closed his eyes and bit his lips as he released himself inside you. "seungmin," you moaned, moving your hips and continued on riding him to help him, "fuck-"

his movements stopped gradually and, as his hands withdrew from your hips, you noticed that his grip was rough enough to leave your skin decorated with bruises, making you smile at the realization.

"you are dripping" he mumbled, looking at how his arousal leaked from your cunt.

"don't i look pretty like this?" you questioned, trying to stabilize your breath.

"you look even more pretty like this" he cooed, still with his cock inside you.

"truth or dare?" you asked once again, leaning into his body to leave a trail of kisses from his lips to his jaw.

"truth"

"will we do this again?"

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