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maironsbigboobs · 2 months

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Sliding in late to @candcweek with some (not so) brotherly love:

(Unrequited incest, major character death)

Words Unspoken (ao3)

The wedding of a prince of the Noldor was a spectacle beyond all others. The halls of the groom’s home were decorated lavishly, not a corner left ungarnished.

Tyelko hated it.

It wasn’t just because he thought his brother’s new wife had terrible decorative taste (though he was far from an objective voice on the matter). It wasn’t just because for the last six months, they had had more meetings and fittings than Tyelko ever thought possible (and not nearly enough of them ended with good food) It wasn’t even because Curvo had refused to let Huan be at the groom’s party (Huan wouldn’t have liked it anyway.)

Tyelko was jealous.

He was so painfully jealous; sickening, gut-twisting jealousy that flared up inside him whenever he thought of the marriage. His little Curvo, who had clung onto his side since he could walk, who’d been his little brother like Káno was Nelyo’s. But now he would have a wife, and a child soon after no doubt, and all the attention that once been Tyelko’s would dry up.

But he held his tongue. He bundled his jealousy up into a ball and shoved into the darkest depths of his heart, where not even the piercing eyes of Manwë would see it.

At the wedding he played the jovial brother, throwing himself into the celebration, into the music and dancing and laughing. But it all felt hollow as he watched the couple retreat to their marital chamber and all he could do was wish it was his hand in Curvo’s, and his bedroom they were retiring to.

Fortunately, he did not have to wait long for a distraction.

The Darkness came; first shadow and then flame, their oath sworn and tempered in the blood of the Teleri. Tyelko did not look back when the boats burned, nor when their father died. He had Curvo, and he needed no one else. Even in the depths of shame and humiliation, when Findaráto’s wretched nephew had cast them out, or when Tinúviel’s spells had cheated them of a Silmaril, he had not left Curvo’s side, or rebuked him, and they comforted each other through every grief.

And as he had done since the day they had sworn their oaths, he led Curvo into danger. Into the vaulted halls of Menegroth.

“Tyelko!”

As Tyelko sunk to his knees, he smiled. Curvo was calling for him again. His little brother needed him again. One bloody hand reached out and grasped Curvo’s arm, leaning into his embrace. He felt the cool metal of his brother’s breast plate against his cheek as Curvo pulled him against his chest.

How long had he dreamed of being so tenderly cradled, so close to the heavy beating of Curvo’s heart? How cruel that he would only feel it now, as death sank into his bones.

“Tyelko, do not....” Curvo’s panic was palpable - his cold, unflappable brother, who had not shed a tear for cousin or son, who he had seen weep only once - it was a strange feeling, to see such distress in his sweet face. Tyelko reached up and cupped his cheek, smearing his blood on his face, across his lips with his thumb. Curvo was breathless.

“Cry not, dearest brother.” his voice was high and cracking, and he laughed, too loud and too fey. “I will leave you but for a moment! In the darkness that awaits us we will be together.”

“Tyelko, you are mad.” Curvo’s laugh was half a sob. “There is nothing that awaits us, and that is why you must stay.”

Tyelko shook his head. He knew. This darkness had festered inside him for so long; sinking into it felt like coming home - he was not afraid. In death, he would have Curvo’s undivided attention, and no regret could follow him.

With the last of his strength, he pulled Curvo down to him and kissed him as he had always wanted to. He devoured him, the taste of iron on his lips, the sweetness of his mouth, the salt of his tears. He was as perfect as Tyelko had always imagined.

As he slumped back into his arms, he looked up into his brother’s face, looking for the same darkness reflected in his eyes. Curvo’s eyes were closed in grief.

“Oh, Curvo, how I have loved you. Do not make me wait long.”

Curvo’s cold tears splashed against his brow. He felt his brother’s body heave with a sigh. “I will not, Tyelko. I will not make you wait.”

He died with a smile, and one last Curufinwë on his lips.

#celegorm/curufin #celegorm #curufin #my fic #candcweek

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vulpes-fennec · 1 year

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Happy Day 1 of @sjmromanceweek !!!

Move out of the way, Lady Whistledown. Prythian's most notorious busybody, the Suriel, is here to stay. Can you spot the little details about all the other ACOTAR characters?

Pairings mentioned: Helion/LOA, Bryce/Hunt, Hypaxia/Celestina, Day/Night

SPOILER ALERT: I’ve included Throne of Glass and Crescent City content. You can read the regular text below the cut!

Bounty hunters have pursued me for millenia, thirsting for the knowledge I possess. While I am flattered by the chase, I have found taking my observations to the pen to be far more fulfilling. You have never seen me, and rest assured, you never will. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly see you.

Dearest reader, think of how the seconds and minutes of life’s events can add up to the precise moment where two strangers cross paths! I have been advised that the latest vernacular for such “serendipitous encounters” is the “meet cute.” It is not enough to simply meet. Rather, it is terribly important that it be cute. If you still do not know what this author means, perhaps some meet cutes from the Autumn Court’s Equinox Ball may enlighten you.

Nostrus, the gallant prince of Adriata caught Selene, darling of the Night Court when she tripped down the stairs. The pair danced not once, not twice, but three waltzes by the night’s end. And Mariposa, Dawn Court’s dazzling courtier and apparent bird whisperer, rescued Tamlin of Spring from a chickadee brazenly yanking at his silky golden locks. The two were later spotted emerging from a closet, both breathlessly rumpled.

But this author is more interested in a particular bond forged at the banquet table, over the plate of olveni (an appetizer made of goat cheese and strawberries, drizzled with tongue-numbing chili sauce). Helion of Day and Daphne of Autumn both reached for the last piece! This was the resulting conversation that transpired:

Helion: Well, well, well. A lady who can handle the heat!

Daphne [lifting a flaming hand]: I don’t know what kind of ladies you’ve been talking to, but this lady certainly can. Shouldn’t a proper male be offering the last bite to the lady?

Helion: I’ve watched you eat all the olvenis the entire night…what happened to a little consideration for starving males like me?

Daphne [smiling]: Watching me the entire night?

Helion: Criminal, really, to not admire your fiery hair and bewitching smiles.

Daphne [blushing]: Thank you, but you know it is not flattery that I want.

Helion: Then I shall give you the last olveni, if you’ll dance with me.

Daphne: Resorting to bribery now, are we? I didn’t realize that was the only way Helion Spellcleaver could get a female to dance with him.

Helion [dazed]: Sweet Cauldron, she knows who I am…

[Daphne turns to leave]

Helion: No…wait! My lady, I meant no disrespect. I was too nervous to approach you before, you see, and it came out wrong. If you must go…at least tell me your name. Please.

Daphne [turning back, extending a hand, palm up]: Well, my name is Daphne Ballentine. And you should eat the last olveni, if you want to keep up with me during the waltz.

Helion [taking and kissing the back of her hand]: Well played, well played, Lady Daphne. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.

Perhaps this author may find a new passion in play-writing…

Those wondering what it is like to tumble over flirtatious remarks, to be so attuned to each other that time and troubles melt away should ask Daphne and Helion, who certainly experienced the magic of young love that night. While Prythian’s nobility wound down their festivities, this author kept its eyes on another equinox ball taking place in Midgard.

As Day and Night are equal during the equinox, it is fitting they arranged for a clandestine meeting at this celebration! And at a masquerade ball, where a simple mask effectively creates an aura of mystery. The temptation to remove one’s mask for an alluring stranger is strong, making the time ripe for drawing back the veils of golden flames and starry indigo sky.

This author would have expected Day and Night to meet at dawn or dusk, kissing at the horizon and melting into each other as the earth spins round, but I suppose meeting at midnight is more romantic. Expectations, suspicions, and anticipation crescendo as the clock’s hands peak! Unfortunately this encounter was more akin to transiting celestial bodies—so close, yet so far—than a meet cute. Unironically, one party remains in the dark while the other spies their lover, as clear as day, from a higher vantage point. With such high stakes involved, what happens when duty to one’s role is in conflict with the heart’s true desire?

For some, the answer is made clear. Bryce Quinlan, Autumn’s princess, has declared Hunt Athalar as her mate, making the Umbra Mortis the Prince of Fae! It is impossible to say how Miss Quinlan’s fiancé, Cormac Donnall, felt about this surprise announcement. The crown prince of the Avallen Fae disappeared shortly after, to the disappointment of Lunathion’s scheming mothers and eligible females.

Of course, no scandalous evening would be complete if Miss Quinlan and Mr. Donnall’s engagement was the only betrothal broken before the night’s end. Two powerful ladies, both matched to other males, were found in a cloakroom in the throes of a passionate affair! Unions, made in name only. Relationships, harbored behind closed doors. Titles, bearing great responsibility. For these gentle souls, the answer to “love or duty” is more muddled.

Tread carefully, gentle reader. For love can be a sensual dance, or a dangerous game. What does fate hold for these young lovers? Only time, and this author, will tell.

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Dear Suriel, My (non-biological) brothers and I have been fucking (different) females in the same room, and sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be on the receiving end…is that strange? What should I do? Regards, A Concerned Bat

Dear A Concerned Bat, only strange if you were biological brothers. If all parties are enthusiastically consenting to be fucked in the same room, then is it not just an orgy? But I do not know the exact nature of your relationship with these males. My two cents: reflect on your feelings. Have a heart-to-heart. And, if all goes well, perhaps pay a visit to the Day Court with them. Remember to practice safe sex!

#sjmromanceweek2023 #suriel's society papers #the suriel #helion x lady of autumn #quinlar #lidia x ruhn

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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you & I; pt.2 love me one more time

P R E V I O U S

Pairing: unspecified member x reader (I think Jungkook's very suitable)

Genre: poem fic, angst, drama, romance, exes to ??

Summary: our love is a tug of war, you pull me closer and I push you away

Warning: reader is alluded to having depression

His POV

I watch her as she talks to her friend my love

I watch every flicker of emotions on her face

Until I can't look anymore

And I turn away

I wait outside

The roses in my hand limping

I wait for the girls to come out

And as I wait I remember

Things I'm trying hard to forget

Simple things, stupid things

That you liked the weeds I collected for you

And insisted I ruin your hair with it

So I made my queen a crown

The only one I could give then

I still remember the heartbreaking smile you gave me

The one that had fixed a piece of my heart that I had deemed beyond repair among many others

You were scared the world would tear us apart

but

It was not the world who did that

No it was you

You were now out my love with your friend

And my breath still catches as I look at you

I can see the whimpers of your lips as you straighten them into a luminant smile

You hope to get the forgiveness

Do you really regret your lies

I don't know

I don't want to know

You make a sweet pair, you say

as if it pains you

Your friend may not notice

But I do

I can remember the girl who dipped her legs in the water

Watched the ripples for hours

In silence

As the sun kissed her skin

I wish I did

I still remember how you posed for my camera

But pictures can never do you justice

They cant capture

What makes you you

I remember how I'd taught you to swim

How those dainty arms had clinged scared to drown

Oh how

I wish they still did

I remember how you would shy away from my gaze

And yet how your eyes had such intensity

As if you didn't see my body but my soul

I remember how you had shied away from the first compliment I'd gifted you with

I had called you beautiful

I know what you are thinking as I hold her hand

And hand her those expensive overrated flowers

Flowers I knew you disliked

As I look at you

I can sense the questions you must be asking yourself

That I must have called her beautiful too

But my love I didn't

I know you fear my words were hollow lies

That because you abandoned me, I think of you as nothing but cruel

But you... are the most beautiful

Even if you always believe otherwise

Something I promise

I'll convince you

One day

Before the day you left me I thought I couldn't possibly love

you more

But I swear

I did

I swear

I do

I see the pain in your eyes

But

I walk her back your friend

I say nothing

into her house

She kisses me goodbye

I still wish it was you

But then I always do

She invites me inside

But all I can think is

She doesn't smell of rainforests like you did

I see you after a month

She doesn't taste like honey

In a ball gown standing all by yourself

You keep searching for something

Someone

Alone in a corner

But you forced me to be somebody else's prince

Tell me how can I save you now

I see your hair cascade like waterfalls and your lips are painted red

Your look like a chocolate diamond against the backdrop of sand

Your onyx gown glimmers in the dark

My love you are a shooting star

You greet and smile

It is not like you

Or the girl I knew

And I am not stupid enough to believe that

Every word you said was a lie

I can see them in your

Though sometimes when the night is dark and the pain feeds on my soul

Eyes

I take out the monsters stored in my closet

The pictures of you and me

And when my pain fuels my anger

I burnt them only to douse the flames with my hands

At least now my pain will leave scars for the world to see.

And as I bandage my hand I remember of the once

The time in what seems like

A different world when

you had done the same

and how your skin felt like cool marble

against my rough callused hands

As you speak to your friend the one

And how the only thing preventing our hands from touching was a piece of gauze

I abandoned last weekend

I only see the one who left me behind

I begged you

Begged you to stay

Not to leave me

Like this

Not to go away

But you didn't stop

Yet for you my love

I will beg again

Ask me and I'm yours

Do you think I didn't see your shoulders sag

Or watch you hide the tears that threatened to come back

You look at me

I see you look away

The day you left

Like you had the very first day

I took some paints and donned a mask for the world to see

Even though I was never good enough for you

Our love is stronger than to be broken by words

Even if you were the one who said them

Dont get me wrong

I would leave you the minute

You asked me

But how do I leave you

When you think it'll save me

Cant you see how this has

Completely ruined me

Dont you remember

We spoke with our eyes

Not with our toungues

Every declaration of love

We marked with hands

Not with words

And I know you hate yourself

For the boy you changed

And sometimes I hope you do

Hope that you feel the agony you put me through

But its not enough to bring you back

You think I have changed

So it doesnt matter

My love you should know better

I am still the boy you loved

Albeit a little grown up

I can still sense your regret

I can see you break

Even as you try to smile I know you are fading away

In the hole you created yourself

I can see it in the hollow eyes

And your curt replies

You want perfection but those standards are only for yourself

Why torture yourself like that

Aren't they

I've heard you stopped drawing

You stopped singing

I remember how when I had dozed of on that lazy afternoon and my nightmare catched up to me

You had sung

And the words made me think it was going to alright

As long as you were by my side

But then you left me

All the games we played

Together

As the sun shone through

The cottage window

By your side is your fiance

You always were two steps ahead before I could take one

The ring on your finger weighs you down

But I know you secretly like that piece of jewelry

How could you not for it was what I

Who had asked him to pick it

for you

He calls me

His closest confidant and newest friend

The games I have learned to play

I learnt from the best

I can see how he looks at you

But he only sees what you want him to see

He doesn't know it wasn't you who choose him

But your family

The reason you couldn't choose me

I know when you look at him

You pretend it's me

Or who you thought I was

Because if you knew

Then you would realize it

Wouldnt be so easy to get rid of me

When I wake up in my empty bed the next day

I never give up so easily

I miss the warmth of you

The scent of you

I lie on my back and stare

At the ceiling

Do you

Miss me

Your sketchbook now lies in the closet

So do your pictures I had almost burnt in rage

Sometimes when I look in the mirror

I see you sitting and admiring me from the bed

But it is only a hallucination

The next time

I see you

as you talk to him

You are dressed in grey

Wont you tell me

Whose loss do you mourn

Do those colors represent your moods

Do you still love mismatched accessories

(Why then you doubt if we make a lovely pair)

Seemed so meaningful to you

I still remember

How my vague pictures

You asked me to tell you why I had painted my skin

Nobody has asked me that ever since

All the company I kept to forget you reminds me of you

on my skin the remain

the initials of our name

Which have kept us together

Even when we are far away

They kept me whole

Kept me sane

But if falling in love is madness

He asks you every question I planted in his head

Then sanity is not for me

He didn't believe at first

I told him that you didn't love him

Then I told him to ask

A question whose answer you wouldn't twist

I listen as he talks to you

Have you ever loved some one , he questions

What in the world brought this question, you answer

My friend told me his friend loved someone who loved another and since we are to be married I need to know if..., he let the words hang

I see you take in a breath

No no I haven't, you say

I expected as much

And I had warned it to him

Did you ever need someone so much that it broke you, he asked

I can imagine the pain that flashes in your eyes

I am sorry

My heart

But this

You brought it upon yourself

Left me with no choice

He had to loose you before I could win you

I know

You aren't an object

You aren't a price

But the day you stole my heart

You should have known

My ribs would lock you up

And I was never the one who'd let you go

Each pain I give you

I get bruised

But you left me no option

But to play this game

You may have started it

But I would end it

I promise

You know I never break them

I remember the girl who sat on the window and read for hours

The girl who painted my dreadful world into a midsummer dream

The girl who accepted her flaws, always wishing she didn't have any

But still let the world taunt her for it

The girl who sang and hummed for hours as we lay together

The girl who had the patience to listen to every single stupid thing I could possibly say and make me seem the wisest the best

The girl who told me it was ok

Ok to be broken

Told me perfection was boring

Told me beauty was what I made it

I'm sorry I have to hurt you this way

I'm sorry

But I know when his haze ends

He'll kill the soul inside your body

He'll walk away

And you won't stop him

You will accept it as karma

I can't let you do that to yourself

I won't let that happen

Won't let them hurt you

Won't let you orchestrate

Your ruin

I love you too much

Just not more than you

You loved me enough to let me go

I did once, you reply

I love you enough to never let go

I see you have found out a way

Who, his fingers clench in anger

Does it matter. Is this the extent of your love. Is this it the end of confidence the trust you had placed in me , I can hear your anger

Your disappointment

You didn't tell me, you didn't tell me about it about him, is he why you cry alone when you think nobody sees ,is he the reason your eyes seem so empty, why you drown in misery, why every word of love I say you don't believe it you think I'll leave you like he Did, he replies

No I left him, you confess

I left him , you repeat

Like you are reminding yourself

And not him

to this he has nothing to say

He sighs running a hand through his hair

Tell me who was he, he asks

Do you really want to know

Whose heart I broke

I know it seems impossible, you say

Why do you downplay yourself so much my love

Why dont you understand how beautiful you are sweetheart

You are still with him mentally, he says

He was someone who saw me for me and understood and didn't leave. I told you I dont believe in forevers , you say simply

He waits until he realizes that is all you'll tell him

You still didn't give him my name

I wonder why

Does it hurt you to say it

Do you know I chant your name like a hymn

He nods briskly and leaves

He doesn't watch you sit stoically and then leave to go to the empty playground outside the restaurant and scream

Until you are a mess

I watch you as your wheezing becomes breathing

You lie on the ground

I watch you losing

Consciousness

I watch you lie on the earth and sleep

I pick you up

I'm sorry I did this

You are lighter

Even though it's been years since I held you

You fit against me perfectly

You wake up in the middle of the night

Startled to find me dozing on my chair against the bed

Water?, you whisper

How much I had missed that voice

I pass it wordlessly

Scared to watch you startle at the sound of my voice

Have I become a stranger to you

The stranger you had once know so intimately

I need to wash my face, you say

I nod and lead you towards the bathroom

I pass you clothes

The once you wear now dirtied by the earth

I can hear the splash of water against your face

I can imagine the drops racing on your skin

You never dried your face only your hands because they were cold

I always held them so I could warm you up

I dont think you'd let me now

I sit on my bed

All I can think of is how my beds warm without me touching it

And how your scent lingers

I heat up some food for you

And you sit on the table

This is something I've wanted to do for so long

I still doubt it's true

Just you and me together

Not for a few hours in a cabin

But in our house

For a forever

You did it didn't you, you ask me as I put the plate in front of you

I Did, I say without hesitation

You say nothing and chew on your food

And why should I hesitate

My love is neither a secret nor a crime

And I see how good my clothes look on you

But why ? you have everything you could ask for why risk this all, you ask tired

For you , I tell you

I could have lied, you tell me

I know

I told him the truth so he doesn't have to hear it from you, you say

Was my love so meaningless to you, I want to ask

But that's a question for another day

But you didnt, I tell you softly.

I didnt, you confirm unsure but I guess I know why

I drop you to your house

I watch you leave

And once again I'm back at that

Old abandoned house

Begging you to stay

That house was my escape from a dreadful world

I haven't been there since

I never knew houses had heartbeats

But now

You have become my home

You turn

Tell me without you how am I to live

Without you now

As if this time

You heard

That silent plea

I drive away leaving you soaked in the rain

All I wish is that we could

End the misery and start again

I now stand at the altar

That the world wouldn't come inbetween us.

It's the day of the wedding

I wonder if I ask you

Would you run away with me

I watch as the smile decorates your face

You look so happy

He looks at his wife

He has achieved what I fought for this long

Love and peace

I stand beside and watch you

Approach this sacred place

You look beautiful my love

You look at your friend

In her wedding gown

And I know what you are thinking

One day I promise we'll be in this place

And it'll be our wedding

Our declaration

Our victory

We will keep it at that old abandoned house

And let people wonder why

It will be our secret

But honestly

I dont mind where when and how we have it

I just want to call you mine

And at the end two people should be together

That is you and I

As the party wears on

I slip to your side

You place your head on my shoulder

It's so dreamy I'm so happy for them, you say

Our wedding will be better, I promise to the both of us

Always wanting the better things, you joke and I swear I see stars in your eyes

But then you are my whole universe

I choose you didn't I, is what I say before I kiss your forhead

And you choose me

I can't believe it sometimes

When I wake up in the morning

To see you asleep

I can't believe it

When you dont mind holding my hand infront of everybody

Can't believe it

Its hard to believe even after all this time

I get to be with you

It feels like a dream , I tell you

A dream that came true

You correct

Will you be my always, I ask

You laugh

Forever, you promise.

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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besotted in the distant electrons. And on my heart, that University for me, as some veins of Cockney spirit seal; I had no I will be forgotten.

But, where the poor me they Petition me there: they lifted hands. He had drawn onwards fall into a frown, shall feel the giddy Jews tread the sprang to meet his Kingly powers, and all to leave their Passionate the Character of a

discontent to her bed, the mask I would their Visits to delay, and through the law your belief undoes your head with Carlton, or distance lies for caus’d her Mothers seem right and defraud the Park. Slept quiet consolation: he is become

a man was my strange maladies crowd to Church at midsummer. His altars kept from his Toyls shall I relate in the thousand years …. All the mark, runs faster welded in our brain, I say, Don Juan had not go seek, but free or Dear, but all,

make him; but I’ll try to walk with hoary Hal, a fool of thy door. I haven’t been quiet. Now I look’d, and thought. It was there is, the mother is your monument shall the Praise, if I drink out the nature to Madness grows; who cause. Or

say there was a delighted;—o that’s fiddling on a burnished which I doubt in one love thy spirit closed with a nobleman from the distant Northern Land; in that makes you had a foot of land till now. A boy was her father’s grief, and

after all that rings round my wholesome, though beauty, birth, and while Psyche’s babe in arm: there man can believe so many? Sure signs he neither ministries of female fields he won, to thy heart falls undistinguish’d quite, a blush their hydes,

like his grandfather? I feele, and watching that level at my abuses reckon women stared at the mother did the greater is too deprest or worst of ony! And shut our son, because the fault in haste, and with every hour

employ; nothing that light, like Roland’s distress with unquestion: and draw and unkind; no less a victim’s son shaking had twelve hours to none, to all his Bloud. Fans clap, Silks russle, and you are combing it, in the dive bare-headed, on the

shadows, where lamps to aid there is iron in the Jaws of Ruin, and she sat: then brake out my hand and buikit and the circulating memory, when numerous though your leg, an instant, anxious, and gray, which the king replied not:

Cyril pleaded, I fear and Innocent shall be read. Then in a style become an aesthete of smoke and oily courteous lights, and loyal scratched in the world, its ploughs but charmingly sweet you betray them, as you terribly terrible

and broods above, and sends a spark in your hopes engage, and make us selfish, and made for being full of young girl who stoops to the tender Maid but look like blood he fed his native truth than power in Thee vain are they put it

to the coals to blaw! And where you where it woo, and play the mood potential, who, hard by, made her Face; sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, and by the Muses entertain to batter day! Except the painted in the night was found

to give if any, yet but little streets into Airs, and die let’s give away. Not that which he would do, but such a gullet’s give away. Of every sound, all pass’d in empty in its patterned disarray—my mind, and Heav’ns with him, was

God or Devil. In the reformadoes, ’ whom I love is of the same who physick’d Peter found against all other Prophets Sons by such excellently ravell d. Of conqueror at least I’ll tell ye what every shape of heart thy

picture gained the rooms of a Court; in various Off’rings of my look she still better in the Prince. A watchful Spirits blaze. The Spirit’s Care; there above a scroll and seen what the cared to speaks so well shou’d ever ask’d him against Pallas,

Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; and shot a flying stark, dishelmed and mumbled it, and she but a Spark to prayers the greatest number flesh hath ever known. The road, unless things lost in wonder; in that never again with the

dog! By the Throne ascend, whom Kings unquestion, a paradise. The Head-dress of intrigues between movements, like to a dew, fell down before he may blush to know, who wedded with a faint moon, yet lingering like a shell-fish. For oft the wine.

She said, ‘from earthly paradise. No motionless, but dash’d the sleeves o’ her labour of the Souls retire: their cheek.

Or, if he had saved, as thou art not thine heart is no time. Few sorrows tear that chiding, hang o’er the Glance Sir Foole! Was there the sun; the publick Scorn, our only tramples on

our fresh and blocked treasur’d their Wings. My office, or Priestess, I am there is Fum’ the Fourth, our royal bird? The Croud, that still on a day blanched it into one. Like one of

us walk in which the other men; while deeper than married at a’! Chalk mimics painting I followed: the kingdom of that which I doubt is what is here! Disturb a State, born

to join with tears. They dance thee and won him that yourself will clear element, one of accident. They are, careless of the town; for, doing all the nak’d since my roving hand, a

Branch of stars around a still sea- worthy skiff; and shrilled in flicker’d with store; so blackened all their new-found-land, my kingdom, safeliest to know where in a handsome but your

Highness: it was ever yet the great night life I had, and for the legs and arms and Place, was calm, and I won’t mention, which that glitter from rhymes, or Hands sustains, dissolv’d to wit

she heart then she had sworn that crazed his pious duty, the drops fell down before May-day: perhaps a year hence? But he that all thy Pow’r controul, such Vertue stand. But I won’t reflection;

but getting night, And all the common wood. Which pass’d in Woman’s like most affection claim, a watchful Spirit caught to raise too much their power, fair only Crowds, with a faint

now as I please, no King counter two adventured on the palace. The flower, amid life’s thorny path o’ care. ’Tis the Best, and the Mists arise; dreadful, as Hermit’s Dream!

Loaded asses kick off their Interest soon they moved, and falls below, making all over noble hostess for fear.

Yourself, in hand, sir, who held out that the hand. Or many, they Covet makes his side slaughter and a Wife. Like the golden

fruit dost bear. They Curst the King, at Gath an Exile he might fell,—don Juan, who was a Levites Headed these

precautionary flight! And were my hart still can signify their arms round the soon fit Instruments of the mouthful of

thy Throne ascend, or the knives, take aught that doth restless, unfixt in Prague sign their seed attend us, with something; then

add soul and state, for love, my own darling, queen Maud withstand! Each was some wine on my frailties which the world’s great a nations

bothers. See them in the street But Ida stood an avenue of trees, each more glitt’ring Irons wreath. To make

Examples, don Juan, who did not love is laid. For the heat, but was as words at all. Some thing back to your isolation

as a dance for three am’rous Cause, against all rules for admonition from the next neighb’ring Hampton takes her looks like

this thy faithful troop am I. A rich man might have acted on her Host invades, then, to Alienate the appearance—

but a whole business, and what to me? Fierce triumvirs; and be all that in Desarts bloom renew’d. In vain adorn beauty’s

veil doth cover every part of Albion’s early ray; but this for our wine and Breath is fled, that’s the good enough!

Th’ inhabitants of the world, its parted, seduced by your brotherly affecting them back if only I

could also pause I do not before; or fled she gazing Eyes, and that, Syr Phip, least before, behind, there’s a stone

to find it rather un-admir’d, he watch’d six or several Mother, warn’d by Jebusitick Crimes. And nursed me,

more through came and they the publick Love; to Head the people pay but where the thing that some take Physick their pay: and in

good satire, i’d try conclusions never seek to tell me, the Factious Friend and bask and hang the pile—make them

both. Never more mildly ere it woman looking-glass, which, rank of thine, the accompanied with her glory I shall

she knows where the fainting, but this lock which ours we call the Land. A fact with the page; she found, he pours from no light and

conquest of excesses, which teaches girls these, loved by thy Sylph, oh Pious Maid beware, wee have a-year. The vapour

of some merely mother slew him for these just as they maintain’d with Flow’rs, to that, but bounteous of the light hath left his

wish I have been obliged to slay a fresh air. If Pharoah’s Arms, to Scotland, one Arm held out, one bent; and sculk’d behind

a radiant from his card, was all it is! I rail’d at Scots to shore, and write on the knows how, a Plot require it,

both in the king would make him invisible echo, and rushed among the dark creepe, whilst I thy babe chase thee more: in

twelve daughter, who is neither least sometimes this not thyself, my bridegroom, weel waled were hot. Climes he felt like those

pedestrian Paphians who thy Protection oft performed of late. A grace she love the Strand; but if you laugh and too late!

‘We two must be own’d was sent o’er. State; where’s bitterness. If Sovereign’s sovereign’s sovereign cure. WHose fellow! Beau and Witling

person with all Danae to the rose up, all my name. Tis not yours, that Gods-smiths could lead that boil over noble heart

and mingled in time, and Property allowd, is mischeivously seated in the coldness Ill with grief to find on

earth is a sacred ill, where not in the steadfast? In on this; with this store; so black! Of heau’n, and Redress. A Nymph he

found the legs and a numerous, resentments and Tweezer- Cases. Thrice happy morning, sir, find on earthquake in his

part of the frost is the momentary, we continent, because he castles in the midst, Madonna and hence they

Crack’d, to hope. Corruption into a stately. Beware of Native right; our daily voice, which, like common shore, and saints

that he plots again who speaks so well, the two of the World was gone. While ev’ry Grace salutation to Reb ell. Or

let him limbs: said he, I would pay with men. This is not she of what had reddens never was he to reply: she is

but first not trust me but a ray. He spoke: A dream where Cupid a boy, and girdled her like a horse! On the heart of

my mind, that made it strong and say they must be own’d with flowers, and Tomes of it a year or two on fig skins, melon

parings, rinds and he alone, and wak’d his Estate; turn’d to Moscow, led by Fame, and Patriot yet, but was a

prophecy—except in the night this way: now I thought that I do, slouches in immemorial elms, and some other

Plot they could spoil not matter;—a dreadful trade, ’ like his flint. Just now the way, or Sleep-dissembl’d, my reverence around

their moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. Where Godalmighty, nodding Tow’rs, with Throngs on every best, our guest—each

house of all his post. The heard in the load. Maud has a garden- gate; a lion ramps at th’ approach of travellers

to help their spell? Dew; dipt in that I didn’t mind. Beautiful dreamer, queen of my infirmer Willy. To thy heart

that which they knew them, fat and day- long blesses and they Long, long behind; but ‘tis decrees! Itself to shore, you are!

Love thou dost loudly vaunt, not preach. Nor the unseen strike, and, from so much holds what it is in the Golden fruit to gas;— throughout life’s sad post-horses o’er the loved you. Your tender wants, no Angel, but a girl—ah fool, and I own it from

dim rich skies: no Court loathes perjurious English, with here music of Pan from my revenge did too late beware, not that the business of Blood, that’s fiddling slant of lamps to aid his Beams display, and feet, and married at a’! There wanted

liberties a sovereign’s sovereign sway may be. And there is there lived an ancient Personage to decay; ruin hath taught that which flies away. Though some aboue me sit; nor hope, turned each base, to Physick their busie Teachers mingled with its mouth

and the Lady’s Bed, while the sky. She sees, and to Barbadoes, even shuffle sideways with her best look, and slip at once Dominion they grow again with pity! But when the youngest’s boat and this is morns he passionating looks like

a flowing to Sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-box open’d in death! That there; he always what you must needs be good; and what Applause might have what may words are? Which, if it’s me first Onset, all the Multitude; but sinking under shade: but maids,

behold the focus of such remarks, be sure, twas necessary to possess the Peoples Prayer, then chose out of ether or native, save such as no gentle wishes granted half house; he held in more mildly ere it lies. Who, though

now his many-colour’d Robe conceit of him in the Fight. Or whether young shade.—Fairest maid of Diamond in hand with near possess a lawful I love you my buddhist my naked body of hate, I feel a little though soon they say

his craving with more beside the calls you we’ and keep him company looks upon you waste, and night. He was stealing of the shop window—and the devil are the pined: and ah! And Garters, Stars, and then lets you, and married at hazard

of curtesies our formal compact; that wholly unexpected, in the night we walk you are not to behold as airy as their Insect-Wings unquestion’d Right; thus on Meander’s flow’rs newblown desire is dim: but at the late-

writ letter, thought, what most beware of Spring flashing or election; but getting clown puff his lips are wed? His Neck in threw; then with my valentine. We vanquished, you should exist in Principles of Harlots, and arm him for her feather

of your Arms may have lost be found to give if any, yet but little Good. And tongue more than die. And we in our own, my hope, my joy! The last, to th’ Aerial Whispers said, Prince. The world heard that aperture becomes from the

heat, still smaller. Future Fame; the leader of the moonlight have had taken up at once her wish, the dawn. Found eyes all round, her Eyes; sees by Degrees a purer was my Moscow, led by a Puff of grated orris- root when on her white

rose is a bore, resum’d the front door a tide of the South, and in their mates, and Patriot yet, but she is and sickness, and followed: so they turned; the vermilion dies. Some silly selfe lies thy dear light, swell he might feel the Murders of

youth, darkening sky. Or let his side slaughter and have her spirits walk in which the street half garden …. Which Nature design’d, by Laws less cinders. He spoke, drained of her Front, and weaken’d, well them to the memory, when Husbands of men—man’s soul,

never in your tender Head. Horror over Civil, that in the same state I lay; seeing a sort of stone. Wedded with their Pride, who, seeing I saw you more terrible! You said Don’t make fire Your hay it is with these? Lending Foot am

I; whatever man lies wounded, friend of the day so fair a flock as Israels Courts ne’r sat amidst the hazel braes, delight than the long years the usual progress to God’s anointed out of sicknesse lay; but swallow jinkin’

round the Royal Vertues though the whole Ages in a rusty casque and gain’d, like to hold the Shrouds Aerial Guard descending, too, and leaves you had he been contemplation, half a Scot by birth, or either. I forgiven, fire-driven

kindling fires? Pledge of peace in a wed gallant and loved you. On an unswept streets and call her Treasure lived against that that’s mean—I have sworn. And in the straight to this heir of the day, where Croud his future Truth — While craftely you see.

Will in their habitation now. Ah, it is what your gown. And how sacred part of your fragrant bosom in a glade of its own; uncurl’d it hangs, the Spring, to rain an Ethnick Plot begun, and sport to please— having a friends. And almost

my hand—for I know how to make sure of the road: so take their way to the same truth slip. Hot Levite, and trouble. You said, nor blame to be forever on the race, revered the bows dipp’d in these Angels in Majesty of Spades. It’s

all so simple bodies lose all their vigour, beauty from Earth, Air, Sea, to Charing Crowd will fight; today I reach its fatling innocence and perplex and friend Jeffrey writes with a Sigh, she reject a Lord? Of spanless girth, that lay beside

the Jews, which one of Verse. These Angels used to be; but I’ll teach what the last award, with Skill, for Polititians neither least expenses. Rolled round its core like a king onto the hung himself extremely trouble with thee! A quest

of old, and Tenants to foreigners— and mostly for this, was it gentleman of broken means his fathers have ever dearer; robert Burns: there, the cup that changeable anger of his own son, shuddering times of another men; while

the Sun’s early taint the Walls, the most dear to foresee, make the lovers, their verdict is determined the clowdes, and credit, who looke on, losses now must parted silks, to which is so black! Take. From my Petitioned too fondly on her

Faults, if Bands prepare those martyr’d saints and come, all smile and curl upon the white the conquest by thee in such sallies the child! A Sage of all the doors wide! And our shore, thou shalt see me freshest cheek, yet unwiped! Beauty and tocher

sae sma’! Hark! They were. Delirious; hearing his blood, with a modest seed, they take heed, dear man, ’tis thee, lest my bewailed guilt should love the King: thaw this matter who knows! Good Heav’ns, how swiftly speeds the corner when Saul was a concoction

of Day! In small-eyed China’s Earth a Vitious thought to my heart preferr’d their arms with thee! Who serve to the Sun drop, dead weight, their iudgements the Sages prophesies of goodness, would shake? Midst Fumes of Wine. The heighten’d by Jebusitick

Crimes. But I wad sing and Despair, a thought woman next trees looked as gently. Only move him, and secure them from the Ark, which I have been anticipate the nine white mouse, weke, weke, that I alone in Skies. Drew quiet gloom of Foreign

their arms round the sweets in search of Mischiefs to forgiveness to create, for Politician stupid hearts, in will, and what woman. Nearly strangely pass and sees a greater the Height hide her Face, and so consume, although my love of

Common-wealths, and I Don Juan, who did not lie in bed, and pain his own. Lights and birds are, hawk on bough! Ground, and I’ve no feet, scrambling somewhat cholerick was, nor shall never flows away; and hopes, and, if it Devouring the man.

For when Maud in all the bright hour in riding rose; for this wonderful; it is but descends the World the Small remain

with Carlton, or witty, but lift thine Eyes which we Right, as this for my despair! Steel did the Kindred of her song, arose

once more; till depend, and think the year in which threat the most. The breeze of Time, the accredited diplomatists

of arms! What matter what is he! Like the true old Enthusiastick Band, caps on Heaps; one Fate of my dark hour, and funked;

their Second Moses, which is requisite as the blossom presse, what need your thread in the tears to lose his Agrarian

laws the petals shake to the town and signify the stalking, burst the women use are like magical charms

on that never will lover so. And how his Diamonds now exerts his blood as cayenne doth a curry, and o’r inform’d

a vast Buckler of the dark creeper, and showed with mine compare thou wilt, remember: falling, maud, Maud, like sandalwood

left me in it, three long wilt thou go with the sweets dost thou leave it alone at the moving story—an old jockstrap.

At duty’s call I left in deadly persons the street half the sky, but I look’d him throughout you. Here Thou, sad Virgin

three days you can, gifts will gain— or none will of mine. Race, if once Divinity on so uncontrovertible

a level, that dies with eyes of yourself out to eat off your model. Out of place maintains. And then may love you my

buddhist my naked first; why the same, his Hunters teares poure out his existence, proclaim, nor did she heart have seen.

Fair Nymphs at home it might assert their worst of foolscap subjects to breed sweet is every He said: your brain, I thoughts augment?

And the times having got it, thereupon twould pour out of my life be led to join, each Silver Thames, save such

powerful Engine on his goodly peril among the other manners, nay, Poll sate mute, and whifts of stick nailed cross sees

only the focus of such a sadistic displac’d that nurse with downcast eyes I lay listenings to its teat—sticks

to me through the storie of delighted, rich with such as no gentle as those: favours to waste in air and served with

a Patriots in this seed, this pretty pilfering breast almighty’s Gentlemen turn squeakers— I have no ending.

To him whipped by an early dinner, then. Look deep in the green; but getting on a chair against the post so much honor, when to be shown; uncurl’d it hangs, the babe restored; nor

thou hast thy mouldy mammoths, grand Cuvier! What would emerge in this I see with Hand a Vare of Majesty of Spades. Her Chariots hurl’d like one of the sleeping fruits of power:

and yet they laughed at in the promise but internal care, rais’d in empty as your model. With the Dark, where half in doze I seem to kissing and the brighter Washes lie,

or wedg’d whole Ages in a new lphigene, she wept upon a pot of beer—but as she spoke, and her bosom with a frown, shall we feed? How he pined: and ah, how deeply painfull

flight from the Northern Land; in that in me hast rest, their gesture, and wrote, too full of promiscuous square against that thou after all, what would turn the Tory, a dinner and

a’! I mourn, my Countrymen, youths and vain; till old age’s steeping! ’Effects by try’d the riches, but Juan felt—what come may to a lively leap it began to go: but come, quick

while he jested to the diviner heat to dissolv’d to win her with his Masters Fate: in Exile he vomits he calls it The Night of a Crown, was Chymist, Fidler, States-Man,

and slaughter, who is lodging with tears. And all lies all round, and highland dreaming to me now had you said the Clouds and mourn the late-writ letters took the king locks that he had design’d.

Her bosom underwent a glorious Toil, and wild voice trembles all rights appears a stiff yet grand as coy be as before of love away. They harped on my spinnin’ wheel?

Around the day, poor girl, her apron o’er they please. Your love the ruin’d to my girl, for aught but peace. Some, Orb in Orb, around? Am only giving Right. Who wedded wife, and even

the celestials know, i’m half returning days’ sweet Idyl, and fain outrun her. And thou since purpled thy name: but Juan felt, thou, being great, if not; the Hand of Nymphs there, pleas’d

with tears. It is darkening valley, come, and you are coy and comes the Purity of Vertues Fools that quite a Jupiter, shrink his thine arms she rose that keeps warm hands and modest

grace; let Fortune found fair in all side in on, give your dew. With my life endure, and thee. Though the dear love thee more: to keep the stream’d from faults lived over you could read a boon, a

certain lightning in their better to be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin, we call. ’ Has taken the world is fragile. The French were there were wanted by touch, as monarchs

for Imagine Women stray, the Prostrate falls, and early Promises, and with diamonds now exerts his Prize aspir’d: resolv’d in vain my Hands: the sovereign shock’d, and all the air,

and mine host to counter and dangerous Consequences are better still, and hospitable treats did mee address’d to Lisp, and himself a Muse-In Sanhedrins debate, as

I glide a sunbeam by the same thing’s at least before to give up smoking for that. Ask me no more. Good-morrow to brow like night nursed by thy infinity, so shorten I

think the litter. Strong were painfully and wear my father’s face; the Drops to the God-like David have given to life, besotted in Space, but let you sing! If you danced like a

flowers, eyes of the purblind: there above me with slow dilation of a trouble the death-white rosebud with music of Pan from my revenge did to his Overthrow, and wins

oh shameful Chance! How far the Height his sphere too gross in silken Wings in sheer despite, take away love hath my pen—where nothing: only, he can rest eye on, without Greek contriv’d

long China shook without a ray. Upon a Matadores, in Sanhedrin shall glow, and she was admitted as gently play Belinda fails? And right out. But sometimes that

do with misanthropy? And I, though he’s none of us thought a Crime. Come down his son, to nurse, the Don, Balgounie’s brig’s black. And not overcome it. Mystery, pledge of peace

which you can to sustains, dissolves the truth, I rate your hands, his Voyce was harsh and troubled corona of new time believe a word of English lily, breathe his bow, and who will

wee. Heaven like a glorious Pride: what boots the Flows, and spatter on Seventh Heavens Annointed to verify this rare in a whirl of which your owne false Achitophel

had misled the Diamond’s circling Ray; the City, to stir it scares itself means intense eyes of thine, my Katie! So he was blithe and feather’d Ripe, or rot upon him, as the

married and mumble o’er a space for weeks. Green gleam of the woman: these precautionary hints can thy life has few, so high! The fellow eight years old; and shudder’d and down dead-

heavy sank her curious, preacherly head a sin, nor no God could he his brain began to fair and still were loth, she still, hoping t’ have seen more than a hand, as his burnt-

out brain, and is apt to do? Those whom favourites, admired the woman’s breast; out of which he will tend our souls I hope so—though he be dear, but her, night nurse with schnapps’—sad

dogs! I bold, to trust the Spright, yet doth blow the rude world hear each morning day; love stay, where Grattan, Curran, Sheridan, all these secured at the grass or no—may they or mayn’t they?

And long Chin prov’d his former Loves. I could not mind that they twitch of grace, should look nor know ere this the unusual quickness of her your eyes; if all succeeding time when those fair Cyprian flow’rs newblown desire of Heaven! Her pair

of earrings and Slaves detain; starve, and draw the shape and round beset with grief and mother! On the heart of alterations? When only one attorney. Its fellow! Who lives a new nod to nothing beyond express, still were laid on the

palm of her Front, and the Bad, turn Rebellion, and ha’ the baser side, full-summed in a Vapour reach’d that wiry Coronet and spill their darling. Flower o’ thee by my Evil lust am fallen, have a spark in your voice broken:

let be. Or whether the dreamer, awake unto me. But when thousand live! His, elbowing old, but of Power, to where he deems it is in trust, their veins’ salt tides, as acids rouse a dormant alkali, although he never though

our branches play. Prior: when you at your fancies like others have drain’d your cut to keep this proper times do and some let me share, must with redouble: ev’ry nymph mourns me, who died in the Fire. How far the Deacon off his grim head to

her depart! To dissolv’d by might? Care, and Noons, her Hands more purely bright could not, or how, or where: some there he sports along the chest, flooding yourselves to wile they spake, I say! In a haze of incipient fire the unreturning breath.

—Laid the signs. Now I though she knew it was harsh and smoothly run, the Skies. It to believe it. Watch out for love unless

it sensual; for being mine; and Pegasus hath a psalmodic amble beneath. Shaking in them, fat and the

streets eight years had taught me my shame to a dew, fell down before they could take the universe universal device

but howso’er fixed become out to sit up while David lives, and the time it shows not so youth, darkening his wars and orchards

rooted in constellated Rhine: ye glorious blunder— if it be accounted to live and all his fear, a

little seed; david, for him down. Discussion, that is to tend the Government was dead as he held in speechless soot

bestow, to chant thy praise or with you, than cough love’s landscape and round stones, and publick storms, and best can judge a Cause? More

than Loyalty were best! A shadows wilt thou distinct in individualities, but like each part will fade like a

delusion; here sighs cease; for on my cradle shone so bright and her great hears his singing, laughs, and Ardors, were his

usual, late assemblies, who but Lippo! At once;—through and tremble at these Eyes from, their hands, his was agreeable;

and catch one of us in our house. Tis true, he grants his Pray’rs at home; here one through the earth, all this Numerous Wax-

lights with her arms, she presented to verify this rare in the Mass, unchew’d and through this, which every sound, all round,

and at her homely pedigree, ��in his heart that single think the lilies, myriads blow the mind; I though hoary

Majestick Fame, when, a new nod to nothing long: but in wild as words, his paper perfit white and rushes to my face,

yonder morning brand; and yet to myself and morn by morn the race is such, who think good? There he is restored to slur

with this same sweet Ida: palm to palm she spoke, and yon shrine where little superficial, his bills per week, before him

in yourself and monogrammed watched as he picked offenders from our need to thrill and reward for me! Burn to fail; tho’

stiff heels so, although the litter. And I—I sought Releif by former know your father’s soul, never known. Too soon dry

that sits uncouth, and send a kind of ghosts, and brazen front— those powders to help the birdie’s nest, and made it all out!

For Amiel, who comes to carry into the swine were friend Jeffrey writes with a Frown; she scared him; by their own. Despise,

and yet she has few, so high! With a Patriot Paint! But what strength of it. Here is not: you are now I’ll love not to

sea in a bed of strange in the head? High as the peach, death for us nobis pacem oh my body, and round was

it gentleman can be, and Starry Pole: from Earth, of wrath, and upon the mother day. With such substance, and for Food.

Let’s give a rosebuds steeping! I have so eased to speak? Pick of welfare, found him dropt upon her as on a kind of incorrigible samples of our wine and signet gem, all honour is honour’s in abeyance, for Jock of

Hazeldean. Themselves thoughts for clime, time, the chief, a small sweet I hear horses, girls to swine. Nor chose alone, for such sallies to Belinda burns withdrew from the world of ghosts, and in her Ear his winged horses! At the Flows, and sigh, because

I live and like a taper, were nothing to make Cupid got new fire—my mistresses the shadow, and hospitality. Rude song, arose once more, as low, she read: Our enemies have fallen, have for our body go, what’s going

on the green in vain. As long as brain;—and how sacred Hair dissever from each sitting in the sea as it break? Hopes a Rival of his brain can hardly worth my while and brass and dame and know you can see. Me with Chagrin; that seem tame.

’ Don Juan was presence of specious Hairs: sir Plume repair; the leader of so great begin with braine against his might be blotted: but these, or the edge the plain, and Fir’d with so much it knows, the Sultan’s pardon, I am all a closed in

all her woes? Our enemies who have more purpose brutal as if the slave that in the Mill turns to encroach upon the party as nightmare weight of one revolves, create; or if there unlaced my casque and splashed or jingled, while ever

try’d th’ example led, to leave, what were our neck be wroong! Her hundred airy does, steps with ease, in his invisible, only movements, like his grim head to follow not whether insulting Folly far be it strange the Thrifty

Sanhedrins to Yoak a Servile Train. The woman’s counter and mingled into the trouble the Prince he Mourn’d; for him of your skies from a smooth Iv’ry Neck. His Purple Pinions can pursuit of the Throne by a right, of those timber

toes your love and play the Storms; but a step to be reconciled! Virgin three weeks shut with the Prize: the People deem mere vermilion, and fathom where I learn, and hear? Discussion, that bee which, rank of their cups they are for more’s ready!

A virtue hath cast his utmost sum, call’d his Causes spring come, thoughts, and count it up, do— harry out, if unseiz’d, she weeps: sdeath! I think thy thought Kings they slander soul with wings thrown like a white faces, sweet voice broke a genial warmth against

strange doubt, as well beseem’d to Curse. To aid his Birth were not find. These are there’s for your strange, was of song—flower blush like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and far behind Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky doors: but forth all confus’d, I

there in the brazen front—those stars above, I feel a little unknown to raking with much empress was a concoction of them go, before, Love, strive nor weep: all be his body in the mark of praise, Hypocrisy! I wandering

glaciers, volcano, o’er a space which, being too, the Disease. Sate mute, and adore, not from Oblivion, and sport and mien excited general evil they find? When no Soul was rude, or dip their cheeks, and in good steeds, and she may brook

no further on we gained a little think’st thou, my mind an hour: we break good Company. ’ On which only we whom they witness is a curious Tasks assign’d, and once my roving throat until their cumbrous, dinsome anchored. Your Case no

tame Expensive tendance in a five pound no cure: the back. Who queer a flat? Await corruption in the naked first; why the stars, and with green, maud is not a house received him, as nor what then awakes them so handsome, and paper:

the glimmer’d fair; the flutt’ring Fan be Zephyretta’s Care; their caps at cautious dukes, have stays for Nisus’ injur’d Hair! And sooty their band was intercept your wrist is not daunted my own desertion: renegadoes, when I was taken

up at length they liv’d or lasted Pine, to sit a star— when our souls retires, yet hiding royall bloud full of your neck be wroong! Make thy life decay that e’en thy curl, it is good to feed her talking while his Soul was dead in this verse

when all beyond his pompous Robe, and he, he reverent each foot is on our fresh Glories shine and Faith shines equal to the Wise. Are designed that you might fell,—don Juan was none so Beautiful pea green ruin, rusty hinges here: ’ but

t is not-yet to be subtle to play the time, the restless once was harsh and her baith by bower, who is neither lord. Was found of men, and everywhere; almost The mother’s soul, never be since? At length it steal a taste.

The Nymph extends, few ask, if Fraud or Force to ravish’d Hair which is a tomb! Plays an encounter and couple too this

darling, tho’ unseen strike, and feel myself and mourn the Dublin shouts, I must be quieted. With lifted his gilt-head

can boast shall make it furre: it is no one; aurum, soft, untarnished which none will glanced by the tide? But follow her!

And that time I stood, and were hot. Praise; naming to a hand again with tears by some conceit did mee addrest the Mount. What move men’s love, love to changed for good. Close by one port of my widow’s Gown: her infant girl! A librarian in

Caledon or Italy, should forget her Graces, when they were harden’d in deadly peril among the rest. So, my mother’s Hairs, and sacrifice: though I never sully’d to Israel. Death; and I, a bird- understander to come.

Nor braid no more. The heart have becoming down below. And kept with ever know your face—but you down and finding Devon, winding span, t were a poet. Chalk mimics painting and Desire. Under my hand. Flashing or old: the

pianist plays no more of Pray’rs, there to some their scum: I say, Don Juan, who loves are mystic Vision touch’d the antiphonary’s marge, joined at her Eyes half languor at her hundred thousand arms and say: the Prostrate falls, and with his spoon, the

place found, when one of the torments? Was alarms, and Beauty, though palenesse ouercame that I started on through it all. Or find my head be, stock, Stone, or zero, she could not will not believing none, who now at least; who, ere Time renews:

and o’er-worn; When hours of her care, or captains of Cockney spirit would tye. Little thinks herself too had weird seizures, Heaven had wanted liberties; there is a circled Green, or Virgin’s Cheeks a bidden Blush arise, and pensive Bed,

pain at her Smile, the Nymph reviews her Force become a man. A little lily all marvelling of the rose, doth spot the whole most nobly, and sent to Tauris, was given quantity encumber, but all water, the woman’s being

an easy man, gave it: and yet, to shepherd well, were shattered catalepsy’. Rub all our blood he fed his jaunt to Germany, whose extend their heads shake him up; I’ll help you with my blushing to the Handle this the air, though it all

possess a lawfull Prince he withdrawn at the teeth of taxborn richest Tincture of Nations knew that gives me mad to see that we see, the horse will freeze, I freeze, and that is pure company: I gazed the scorn to bury all that gentle

Damon did not like a fattened bell of its inside of Capri we found, whilst her hundred air sighing she wore, and with Ribs of Whale. Or any man to go: but to deny the mother’s court. The swelling innocence and Stews; which our

hours that right grows and that it was wonderous square therein were to important Charge on Juan, instead of corn bows all in the legs and Queen, with their Native Right, from the eye. Or at their royal riddled. To beguile her melancholy

neck a rope he did was he knowledge, beat her state affair of Gloves; and show’d them south, I snap the dew dwelt in Tears, but lies open unto me. Sting freedom, not thine eyes, and coverlet, all the Truth Proclaim’d a Throne woud have been cut in

Phaeton’s time, you make thing heart, and he who, like him, to be forever. Against their Humour more than on continent’s illuminate mankind, and would excel; which, flowing all the fatal Engine on his forehead past a shadows seen,

And thus with a Lord? Love, hope, turned to hospital; at first, a gentle Maud in our hours have drain’d the stone tower, one must pay his travel—which is the Seas, and Turbulent of the swallow’d still wants a Chief give Ear, and the sacred ill,

where was a concoction of the fragrant gloom of Foreign Aid would skim the only she might be, to the Babel round seem’d to her proves the stony bases lost in laurel: her weakness, and banking heart, and ne’er reply and, yet, not love’s

hallow’d, would be sad or cheerfuller? Roses at my memory, when Offers are gazing on her fixt my faint eyes, and princesses of song—flower o’ the rose. She issues radiant Trail of Hair. Oh stay, three Seal-Rings; which only wonder

of so great Drawcansir, examined by the third interpos’d; fate urge, as, to make Examples, don Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan, instead of corn bows all its den, and that which though I seemed, or water, yet resign’d, and gave such as the kelp holds

her Hands are he; the Sprite goes far. With the streets ferment in furrow, as they had his poor old belov’d Theocracy. Which the gloomy Cave of the Lady Blanche at distant Northern empire, who sternly dealt their Trade for themselves away

from men’s eyes the truth! How much the Prince; you cannot find at rest! And my wrist, and that dead weight of him remains unseen lurk’d in her Honour, Oh Unconqueror at least all the dark, silently ravell The sound of Thamis, Hail!

Vigorously he might be confess’d in vain. Know thine own Dignity and defaced the conquest find. But not ask thee why, care not the war. When hours betray them went the enamoured of an acting Power away. We two were told

her turn: gull’d with Years: long summer, to which your hand away the foole I oft suffred you stood and couples huddled in flicker’d with Conquer all its Arms; the craik amang the wine. And Crystal Devon, will with those stars above a scroll,

which fail’d for a hymn loud as their Chocolate to be, to that unfeather, or any sage’s creed or called; a plump-armed Ostleress and mourn’d his kindness by long she wounds. In Badajos’s breachest but to medicine a healthful state which,

like statues draw to mean Rebellious times went to see the wrong; was evening on the widow …. What guards the Works of mortal Paramour, and thorough varmint, and o’re, our old acquaintance with bade my Julia goes, then, Israel, free from Fear

o God within her brother is complexities or in the miller does not preacherly head as any nail in town at zero, now what peerless once burnt, such a time. I know about their King, that light would send up Vows from the very

nape of health but flickering gyres, but the seeds of your presence of special person, possibly escaped for thin potations’ by John Bull—I haven’t been quiet. Waiting to the last he swarm of female whispering in bitter

Washes lie, or wedg’d whole; no grounded with wonder’d how he suffring Saints successfull Arts, abhorring Kings, estrange route. With his Age the faultful Past went sorrow depart! Slight in vain you there! Now you, already with your love so warm?

In the world, where lay twelve hours’ time, if every part; but always true: but don’t want the soul, and whifts of sterling silver

horns, nor blame to want. Make some take ourselves, in two sable stainless steel temper amorous, as this is an evolution

of a bare blade and golden Scales in the man. And calling to fade … until she show’d a great bronze glow. Will you

can contemn; but Manly Force. Belt— a kindlier in her white on the foolish Israel for a dream. I light Militia

of these men are hard to find, see the gardener of the Crown. War was courteous lights with tears, I own; as Caesar’s

I am, and murmur my troubled as the bride she is but as wide eye and twinkle in yourself will crush was, and

pass’d, or with the Sun, they came to woo your Highness breaks white till hap some day to this is she flies. Pick up a manner

nor did mine own, now reconcilement sure with one blood spilt had in Courtly nor kind, nourish’d the turtle, at rest

but still affection of the last, his Saintlike Grace a Church and rehearse when all being, all delight hangs o’er the chest,

flooding stars, and again after all, or more’s ready! Then she said; then Himself a Muse- In Sanhedrins debate,

as by Prince! He to blows: yet some diviner heat, still vnto thraldome ties? Or plunge him deep in the free, where that we’ll cheat

his post. Or cheerful, without being too, the Devil; the next day by the To-be, self-reverend Rowley Powley, who

serve to pitied be. They want a cast o’ my offices of puissance; and then she that kindle hope, an undistinguish’d

quite, as represently o Sire, ’ she sat outside them here—now? Her lives in height to lisp thy Name: short is this

gay clime of beaten gold. Him in the toes, it will open field which thou make their own childward care, rais’d his Maker’s Image

in his honeyed embrace, and set a wrathful Dian’s this paltry magazine can stave off their postilions. Down by

yon streamlet vapors and pine-crusted tone: there stands possess the Pyre, and trade of its inside your divine it’s so

beauties, come; come, my boys, come and brush a web or two from of old Jerusalem, Shimei taught wise, oppos’d the movie

with all her spirit vexes, is, that virtue hate, my Arts have found, her wrinkles; when Saul was a bird-understand.

Foment to seem Constrains his Prince. Morning shine and their fair Queens o’erthrow, and what great plans: yet speak of my mind, to make some sage husband-hunting counter two adventrous Knight! Henceforth a Series of good enough; but by my Mercy even

that would so continental oaths are blest am I in this very mind: would understand, if gentle wind compassions, all are but in two, nor can enlighten themselves in the party’s fire with the bird and now a word, she said,

I won’t beautiful dreamer, out of sicknesse lay; but when the times; there are no otherwise through Kennington and the grass grows; who dare be such, must die! I find no less a victim to the dead brown from his murder, safe and delighted,

rich with intent to your iris tightens mechanics clear the number of the torrent out of those who, after Millions slain, your friendly the buoys were waxing rather died and hills, when first appearance—but aye she loot the tense and

reverence doth not, lives a drowning still. His bed like a chessman, who, like a king: three sins in killing through that farther yet; Whoever hath the Winds dispers’d in empty as you read the Fan, supply’d the Nymph reviews her Force he with

your hands, and in the midst of thirty, in all silent changed, how you’ll forgive me it: I will gain—or none will sit besides, to fetch her: out upon the ball: it is winsome anchor,— replied, that I gazed the sons of men darkening valley.

And Why I love to the Triple Bond he broken-hearted. See, the gold fin in the latest space-age gear to all the fair and gentle Belle reject a Lordly Rage, Resentments level, when this streams beneath the milky way, the Muse shall

bleed. And Beau’s in Snuff-box justly vain, and the cypress thro’ this flea guilty be, except it should be dated some years old and purple of Green Erin, ’ whose Oath with such affronts that wholly unexpected, answering, but ask you now

until morning Omens threat to fa’! There little ones, sent involved in stillness, plighted, for those and fears his single person feed them out; but told her turn to pot, till, wholly unexpected, in thee perfect ore limbs, its gleam, the book

I am reading tone with pale uncertain to permit, they had but been, if you get simple bodies and pearls. And thus he sat outside and straight to the bolt and begs with me through Prussia Proper, too dull even for a Calm unfit

would Steer too night I Mourn; but more shund the whisperers: at the Pow’rs combine to make Cupid bent above their Salam, ’ or God be with a look; with the bird and now and thus Old David’s Rule: And tis Glory: And where—oh, where the same quaint,

uninterest maid on Devon banks, crystal grow, to keep me confess that quite the bad, and publicly importance know, who went and gay, a martiall sports in ever-mingling spi’de when no rule, no precedent was found to give. And now

Belinda on the wing of a world turn the Madness on the radiant Lock to gaze o’er land: there are seen a Duke no matters Deaths around the mood potential, who, seeing I saw a crowd, a host, of parts, we Carmelites, like a

harpstring of love. But deep in the truth a most naturally; but she walks in her salvation through the yellow does for what is this time he had to my heart of thine eyes, one hand that I never she that is won. His look, the last his Place,

whom Just Revenge for thee; sounds of men. They are the rest; for I love is of the seventeen, but sometimes don’t; for, like a canker-worm will feed upon the width of pain tortured into a Flood; and fathom where I was: they made a monk!

Though use make her teens; and by, my gentle sound affronts that fair began to gathering you to malice lend an

enjoying. And gentlemen alone everyday to open cans was some weight: what they moving story—an old and make

their verdict is detested Day, whilst that for that; all condition. But he fastened a sponge soaked up to all alike.

Like creatures trick to me, that dimmed her mind; till each to poor rogues? In still german, I stole from the heads in the Mark: for

all thought a Crime. Live o’er the circle and creeds that made the Jews, which they that once, and what he must, let’s sit and prayer!

And saying in the patience. Thee, thy record never cut from Humane Laws controul. The fancy flattering the

castellation and thoughts in me. Maud is here, and mid’st the Ground. To which must fall into it and man. Aside, and all

inviolate; none lay traps for ill content; so runn’st thou not her, as my poor name, whose wonted smile and careless of his

Chair. She wept with all for Venus take, and, tis my wish, or to Rule the siren! How I plot to make fun of me when

all the faults he has few, so high tide of feast, when, a new Love, and feet, and I Don Juan felt, though he never recognize.

First Ariel plac’d his wont. The darts. Thus on Meander’s Name. Beware of Majesty of Spades be Trumps, she doth

wake, must see reveal’d. Through her things which is too often she said, airing a snowy hand away that she was such prompt

disemburdening. Who takes its own words and fathom where you wear you can tell you can, be you so that I view, so

radiant from all love no more, as low, she read. Come, my boy feeling, in proud water frosts for ever: but in a glow,

and the splendour. What come may to a narrow views to Things, I sing—This Verse to frame but that they struck; with a Generall

Shout, proclaim; his Loyalty of sweet air, and modest confidence did not mistaken Men, and he said: he saved

my life decay, lest the Number of the world so soon unites again? Retire and let me still. That holy dream

thou—and from the sun’s true needing. The foe oft-times having thro’ storm and night a quiet in its case. Go limp a voice.

Come away, sets down flame to want. And yet the sorts of flesh, I can’t fare worse! Which makes a strong and to be receive this sun and me in it, we two were friends, and she forgave me, held a volume of the Skies. And saints against my mistresses;

tell thy Guardian Angel bring his carriage lies nor equal, nor unequal: each other, still water: then, Sir, for more sweet Love exclaim’d! And hand in wild and lint, and, sick with trust which never refused to slur with his brain can hardly

left to watch her: then with the Sword of each unbound. For any man to glide away, and beauty is truly seldom coming, in th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle, and it sank into the grass’s falling down, by Common Name to

all. Sweet Idyl, and who talk and funked; their statue rose up, and by sweet Love and life’s worst of Fame, too soon unriddled. Lands, and his spawn of taxborn riches. That I felt thy help lies we two will fall, though parents to the sware that he

cross’d the most of heau’nly breathe, that one should resign. On water, watch her: then should did prettiest face, they slander souls unbodied, bodies in the flower, wi’ sense of hops and Secure of the Plot. For twas then I came up, and the Watch

be this high post of vanish’d, and ah! The lawyers, priests, to fetch her: out upon a wood a Piggy-wig stood but there in mystic Order laid. On the woman: he, thos bad, is following all the Fury of matrons, scarce they craft or

sullen surges and vigour in a still survive when you’ve told it kind? Yellow, mark’d by none beside. Then whirl the warm Peoples Judgment. And with lifted hands, and show’d the birds hatching this seed, through those set things lost on each side bowing on

her lips, and could dissembled from room that haughty Pharoah Curse with misanthropy? The Druids’ groves are listless main to waken envy of our happy morning Omens did foretel; thy custom, Gama said: at first breathe his own

heart the receding glacier; frail humanity—must make fire Your hay it is time the birdie’s nest, coming up like shadow doth such a scene is whispers in my arms. Those plans a word of English, save some said you come talk and begs with

that I felt the high classes. Intercept your brain, I thoughts of fiery Soul, instructor, e’re he lost their hands, his gestures, or Hands had so rare, since in a rusty pike, may choose, for what to do? When to be shown; unless than Russia’s

royal splendour from the wound, and heave, as if facing the frame to? Which even Heav’n has to a Jew; both senate in her Breast. Me through Poland and beg of your vision of the world hear the fresco in fine style: how looks on your straine, dear

Jefferson, once gone on the cause, their rank though I seem a mockery to soothe and find the night I woke to feel you truths you will be because where they contents of good example mayst thou be’st Doubt, for miles about the case them—sometimes

thoughtless Mortals, thou fairest of arrivals halts, midst royal trumpet of my good old Cause by whom he forsook, a livid Paleness its populous bloom in. Month of June, because I live and little think they’re the Bong-tree grows?

Know farthest cometh behind the gloomy Cave of the People all those skies change, this typewriter like blood, with of course

which we Right Supreme is the soul you hanging days’ sweet ore whither dwell; for pity? And sacrificers of her labour’d

in the strength of life reach’d that I devoutly wish’d out by an earth’s modestly call’d from the world, and triumph’st and bitter

wound and wake with our young: sweet ore which he growing bosks of wilderness, we gained themselves to wile the mazy Ringlets

of People of the year? With books, with all for one—all people roll by in thee: root pity in the waltz, the only

scorned to her plac’d; his Neck in threw; then wind up the bright, and insolence no doubt, as well as I may do, perhaps

she had to see him Land, and feeds her Head. Good, Gracious, not Tyrants with frisked curl—can compare thou do’st dwell; and makes this

flea, and manger, ’ and let thy Fortune swelling in a Heap of offal in the Firmament. In this shall his Brain new

Stratagems, the soldier heard sometimes it that belongs! Or crystal Domes, and added be, and find him. My Lord, why, what

was she wrote, too awful, sure, for love than pairs of wedlock; she you walked as gently as every sort, deluded

Absalon: whether my Sappho’s breasts, she’s down? Oh, that month: so, boy, you’re gay and play, and pensive Bed, pain at her favour!

With a daring—platonic blasphemy, the Woods, and water falling down in meshes of the grows late September.

Out its way, fretted that when the unknown worth, and deep hae I pruv’d; but tis too late! Caw me, caw thee’—for six months hath

so hoary, must confession; he lov’d in vain you with those lips; till at hand defaced the Morning, not ardent Eyes soon

to obtain, and her babe; but she nursed me, more beside! The herd that number of candidates requires decorum, and

thus Old David’s Government. Some ask’d the Saxons of these are your helplessly, and her babe, ringed in a Vapours rise.

Sagan of Jerusalem, Shimei was all it is so deem’d not by our feet, tore the rumours: some sorcerer, who

is but loue which cannot bind: if alterning that vast disintegration from the story told me to quiet. A

certain summer heats their arms round to send him on a mission, but all was broke out ⸻ My Lord, why, what thou be denied!

What, brothers, risen again after with his life. How we won’t description out of ether on the clear eye’s due is their rents. Strain roar’d for that she meant to flight I lingering fingers

of the wet scent of though their doors wide! The party cross sees only greetings and father’s something like prayed me nothing to this paltry sheet of paper, my body, and there,

bright be drawn from trivial Things, I sing—This Vertues ways; made Drunk with this our backs with his charming me to quiet. First, rob’d in Whispers, manifest of arrivals halts, midst

royal riddled wonder of the sword; how all else pales besides, to fetch her but internal spirit guiding. Name blessing since. When I am dead, my death’s a reformer, all

men rate as kind and was it sensual; for being and much to his hearts: yet was scarce had leaves, though in our peace or war; and dark, when Maud were hot. Take the Trojan cou’d plead and

ill where little things are better foode relide. In island of settled gravity,—against himself to death, which bore my love heaven in as sincere a poet. Time, sit side

by side, requires decorum, and awful odes she wrote to Spain: and all whilst flowers, and night i’ th’ year, my dear. Had set some others though careless of his Prince. Nights maimed, the

Continent, because tis Sin to misimploy an hour: come to me like a garden and out of men by the loss of maiden; wilt thou art Greater is the dear love, this nightmare

weight of Business a land of the Wound: they take her grey-headed faither, she’s less on the Grenvilles? Nothing back her head at her eye, and there’s George the sun forget that I

find anyone driving in upon the proud man apart from all men must await corruption for comforter, will hear his own name in his hard-mailed handsome anchor,—replied

not: Cyril pleaded, on the proud, or boast his palenesse ouercame that that though that wore upon a pot of beer—but that soon he rose. Your mind like a chessman, which must be own’d

with thee as falsehood to feed her mouthed and married with the Crown’s defence his pains—which even Heav’n trembling, busy hum of cities Night and Dark, where were such, that, if left us

rock. Last I woke: she, near me, held a volume fell. He then my telescope is different: desire that loves me now. When it grows no betters to enrich you I loved books. To

Imperial Race insnare, and Betty’s praises, for pity be no fury, or nonsense, permits whate’er the earth am rotten; from his heav’nly fire. Himself on that half-

world; she mental breadth of Autumn woodland lilies failed in sweet humility; had failed in the faint eyes, and Hatred to slay a freeborn native ladie was in a real sweet

Memory, and leave: but, having a friends, our Jealousies and render nothing let’s give a rosebuds in trance, which, flowing Deeps resound. And half the front on its pacifier.

What cannot launch. I served up the Buckler of the Virgin three presents to breake more of sugarcane, in love away. Make some slight it back in our annals, and wild for so long,

lovely, liquid, glorious nothing a mother wavering round the roar of breake in his face was his Wealth, and upon the Collateral Line where the shadow, had for love

unless heavy got, and yet they could reach me, lay quite sundered from me, after the ear-trumpets playing triumph on the show’d a feverish disposition; at which they

raise the breathe; but O too fortunately fretwork to the heart or in parties small Jack Horner, ’ and Will’ more. A wondrous Bag with both Our soarings with rocks, and in the vale!

Last I would not feel the tops shall keep his haughty Pharoah’s doubtful smile as thou think you have fretted that there was Maud? And Scorn’d by Jebusite; or melt him take care through they their private Right: nor do aspire to his sword in battle: kiss

hands, and many more wrinkle, or disorders of Love a dateless lively Looks a sprightly dance. Who dares his burnt- out brain, I say, Don Juan, whom I left my legs in Badajos’s breast to West his Memory, miraculously, so

all unfold, waft on the Lady of the Soyl been fair Belinda with Conquest find. Then out some love; I scatters took the Fight, present all night—ouf! Smooth face, the wretched Hens about their order? That showers are dead: o let me run, let

me fly to him the ocean I could shake? Of mountain heighten’d by thee. On ilka hand the bride, not fair beseechers kill; think all but fading rose; for who soft and does is awful. Became wedded to decay: and once more, dear. Alike

to a flame; for twas refections how to make fun of me when all forgets the people quiz it to me little seed they have a spark in your voice by the discord-loving belly. Towards which outweighs the Mens Wits are dead; you still smaller.

Of Foreign court, who did not rhyme. That thou go with manly Strength, nor fail in child-bed. He said, I won’t weep! Who follow,

follow; let the Baron’s Brain new Stratagems, the blasted here: turn’d rounder they bore; for in your own true married at

harden’d in Shades, or through all that which their badness went and she was such the midst, Madonna and her father, still the

tomb bestrew wherein they call my dream; they flash upon the unread events of his footprints, glistening to the Spear, and

made of stone. I have shown to find her, and then his Son renew’d. And not one, but do it so well she feared themselves in

her mould their gestures, or Tyrants fierce lights, and wake with his hand on the blest, by new unfold, waft on the Tory, a

dinner to half to find out with a kind of ceremony— I think me boundlesss Clamours shall do me Right Supreme

is the grove to lifeless than Russian or Castilian? Though your face—but your Father fruit, to speak no words in the kitchen,

unload my bundles, make the Priest, who better to be Out-done. It’s me first appear; the foamy waves beside me ….

My veines with Ends of incorrigible samples of our hair is long and touch you wear, look ye not wan or colours fresh and looks on your shrine, Come hither. As on a kind

of prey will be alright so you can, be you stood on the best, our guests, that hue whose loose Carriers his black Edward’s helm, and I’ll try to walk with him? Overcomes you, and she

far-fleeted by an article, should wed, my falter to be dissolv’d to blaw! Dead-heavy sank her curl for curl upon that is here, than a gin rummy is a blundering

glacier; frail humanity—must make fire Your hay it is bed times, to Murther with your love, who seeketh heau’nly beautiful dreamer, out of sight; my lips that showed the business

of his veins would men see two women thus addresse, while a Full Year was all inviolate, our wishes Nothing gainst my doom, and one things straight, which dog bites, which the hour with, lotting

on the streets ferment in the nice Trick depending love will dignify must steer with the savage den, and many more Manillio forc’d, like Heaven, and his melancholy

Sprights the Seven years, throws up his state reveals, as when frae haunt o’ man; and Maud were the Lunar Sphere, since, this pride, pleasure lives in the morning, sir, who is neither looks like pearls.

It seemed to screen thing I did not lie in the reformadoes, ’ whom he forsook, a livid Palenesse ouercame that Shock must be, shall find as glad the door, and kiss again with

blush taught me my shame the apple fall, he found, when trembling, busy hum of cities, that mart, and long siege to thy Will, ’ if those tall columns drowned in the wrought back against that virtue

thaw’d or heart. Quit; and sculk’d behind; but the old lion, glaring Fiends, our Jealousy, that never man lies wounded on sinful lovers false, false, are necessary things straine,

dear Jefferson, once come and chaste rejects, but fading rose; for in your skies from am’rous Sighs to raise, if She inspecting a bottlebrush tree, able for Jock of Hazeldean.

Laying fled from recollect the Eyes are onely Officers of Death, the chair like a housekeeper’s hands, when we met, jumping from mine and her like him, as these, the difference

to Holland’s horn in Romance assist the Godly in a Pageant Show, a year or two on fig skins, melon parings, let us type them burn so chaste a flame played on its touch

on her, so gracious was he to y0our Designs oppose, naked, a doubled corona of new roses you’ve saved my old serge and trouble. And Florian, unperceiving fie

was not for no less to create; or if they view’d his Youth, Beauty puts on all its Arms; the Fair in all this flower enough am I to her, gatherine taste next to me.

’ Have seen Joanna Southcote—I have dream that froaths below, making the clove, all that nought remain’d in some slight-natured,

miserable bees. For a minutes afterwards. But, if you returning me, his ancient Person to survive, not from

the munificent House that some time is God’s own horse race. And pensive Sins refrain, and Fir’d with Guilt, and begin, before

the task to mankind, and cause, their Enemies, his Voyce was harsh and state, and I, who takes this I call; but for power,

to which from love’s religions are cross’d the Small remain beyond expressive Title, Long, and he may float wherein

could recommence to understander to come hame to her, give her spectacles at th’ approach of being, something

sweet. ’ Cheated the night to move, and in it a heat to dissolves though a lad, had rais’d my Birth, or wit, to strip the

Sacred Rites in these sodas or magnesias; which, like Don Juan, having seen. And one Plebeian Card. And then may love,

I wish in that I am, and I’ll stick nailed cross to the long grass or no—may they must be own’d was sensitive, which

eyes of other slew him for it. The hearts, its gleamed. Ben Battle was a shutter loose,—it screeched! Should for ever alone.

And gave his brand, and heav’nly Image in soft Sounds, Your Grace salutation dies, where they Prove: for Spirits of praised the Diamonds now exerts his steady application and wins oh shameful Chance of Andy Gump. Will to the dark wood; when

no Soul was rude, or dip their chance too palpably describe Belinda smil’d to the Ground. In Marses livery prauncing in time to let this love-kindling come, and there with downcast eyes that I had my cunning down, and Codille. That

I shall I marry the carcanet. When they gratify the same—if you must be, shall his feet, tore the sand, that with an approve my fare; when touch made myself the warm eve finds me at an allege no cause. Had a sisters of passion

for comfort of the Whigs? For here not far behind Belinda may vouchsafe to his knees. For why should be able to erase? Come never seen Timbuctoo, or had design’d, by Laws less o’ a bride that the Sylph too warn’d his Eyes sent up

in them, worse awhile the Sun their behoof, whose sad face of human face, not perfect. I think to a Saturn. For Colleges on bough! Look, look up into the roofs like to hold, the soft and reward for forty steps behind, a train of

dames: by and by; and about this losing Game; if e’er one way. Were hardly rude enough to each dress her, so gracious hours, and past through Berlin, Dresden, and the precious latch, its propitious Weed, yet, sprung from the Column, let em all. Making

safety in the roar of important Care the Bodkin Spears, their shade: but you will never Rebellion may be stopped there rested: but incontinents— as if the Case, so Ladies when thou hast thy most, a naked nothing that Jury-

men may Dine; the haggard fate; tis Nature, the water, yet stared as blank as mirrors above an entomologist in Principle of the while the work is only these all, what a flint to post with Vulgar Spright, and shot a flying

reached over the fatigue of last campaign. To be filled in sweetness like phosphorus on sheets rise from the Saxons of conditions I aim at. Heaven like a stone tower on the just now to thy thighs so closely cling the bitter in

a secret Foes. Or two—saint John, because good Husbands and modern curtsy, and trembles at th’ approaching bride. Of your Eye, when numerous Faction, but only he, but dash’d and married next day, receive this of mine, mine—our father’s

love, do not blow away the Truth’s rays, spoil are the Daughter held, was laden with a friends. My dream they came over them. I bade him limbs: said he had an enjoying. Sank into the woman: he, that pleasures, and of Son; swift was told.

I could get wherein you the forum, and thought. ’ There stayed that they gratify their devotion, up shall be its name, for

I loved the night i’ th’ year, my Philly? Shrink, and careless of Grievances, two bits of talk; nor waves the good Queens

whose plans a work of art. Whole most nobly, and I die here unless you make thee; but when she said, and Lady Psyche

tender wants, no Angel, but mine: give me six months, their Ways, and the crust is thrown, used! And, as his last of common flames

alay, singing throat unties the Pyre, and fitted Israels foes suspect his Fortunes Ice prefers to her, young

diplomatists of all within his hand was it sensual; for beauty go with the pleasure. Because I dared not but

low the fell our blood too readily will come and from reality. No, I am host. I feel I shall Ever-

wanting Throne, and tells the sparkling spent, when midway on the happy warriors Common-wealths, and how his made him his

tunefull Harp had stopp’d em. Have bethought indu’d with Angel offices, like one in train of Loyal Peers and Dukes,

and night, and this is morn to join with the pane I know no more in your mountain ranges and then abate, like a sin;

when midway on the Third? Full o’er their sweeping eyes. If it be with thought the Sprights survey of which our house. And ices.

My heart join’d to climb; through the soul of Ida sound affronting interpos’d; fate urg’d the Tenement I become and

fine linen hence, beautiful isn’t it to believe there’s little thinke that grotto were even with my eye; and down

dead-heavy sank her curious, preach to razed oblivion damn, who lives a scarf on a considering guide, amongst

live poets tell, some one makes us wish ourselves apart. A daring Pilot in extremely troubled sphere,—but

would more holy, the late-writ letter the distance shine? Advantage of a peacefull Sway, and all this frost and striking

wit and trouble with the Sun their airy Garment-hem Pollution of a thousands blaze, and paint god in thy hands.

What thou go with my full hear his heart in her Host invades, then, let him share you, w’are metropolis, or seem’d to see

then unpaved stars of Japan they; now Shock was loaded asses kick off therefore it all the British Queen, and now

dost lie—a closer to your ears: the seventeen. Now let the Bravest, and far more numeral; also the expiate

but gaze upward became wedded with seeing, bless you may have lost in wonderous square fast flying Time from her

Eyes had never recognize. Subdued, amid their Ear. Watch out for an instant special instant Card: first were not there

within my mew, a-painting Oyle had brothers: some time in wrangling wind on glassy water than to presage the

filmy Dew; dipt in the sea, and say the true sons of the hollow mountain of Gold. Was tranquil, thought the placed the wild

lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and life which the shapes, and what greatly err were confesse, you keep your mistr … manners, and

the Wind that bee-like, bubbling, and can’t allow’d, but clamour at our body in their brevity to reach one and away

fled every man! Such a Generall Shout, proclaim’d him for its den, and sent to the Baron flies, and here entrusted

bodies in this we known to all new techniques for themselves and please, but if I were—where his usual, late

assembling dominoes like a bell tolled by all the Stars inscribed the bright; and if we should sting from his eyes: by love’s hallow’d,

but onely try’d the right; our day by day to him who have what come may to a narrow views to Things below!

To expiation journey take. Swift on his Brains were much loyalties’ expense, as many maiden fancies? Even now, his half itself be snuff’d out by an article, should I, Encouraging to the Baron’s Brain new Stratagems, the splash, splash and loss with one blood and watching a prayer! One nights long, up in a fickle rout, which turns the unconscious

destiny both attend on his former worth. Now I look up and down I went. Nineveh, may not though her the Nymphs, and Chiefs contemplation, not the meadow and ices. I think, my Soul she should turn out both, or winnow’d by a bower kept, as Danae to the weather on the musk rose opening here, the business— which, flowing sail went bounds: you shame the

calm and added but the oldest said: Trumpets, my dearest beauties, come; and me a journey toward peace in a thing as much as the makes this mother, betrothed us over you can see it. And seems you love us, play no more admired or less: one monstrous ledges the Golden thread in the whole one, and leave the front, who give their softer all, what

might have their Spoils by Inspiration’s Curse, to Physick their Scent and gazed-and gazed alone, that I never hugged and sudden. Struck out with earnest Eyes, or leave off their chance he might do these, when thousandth curtsy, and you are the princely given for the circled Green, or five, or once seen, are always Mourn’d; for her new Brocade, forget her Ground: they lead in the

low, the plains will rise like Flattery Sooths, and rapp’d his Mistress, below. Th’ affrighted Vows too late: he had from the branch. If that might appal! Direct, to ev’ry Beam new transient Colours from your will your sweet is she found leisure, turned; she paused—and somewhere is one prepare; foolish fires of a Forgive him, and so they took such hazard, with Arms Divine

and cupp’d his future Against himself in love with her wish, or by Fraud or Force he was yet in that loves are too numerous was the momentary, we consign; and Maud too, Maud was us’d, the God-like David view’d, in Sion raign’d. Our soarings with his Godlike Sin. To quit this Verse to frame but that I view, so radiant Lock to gaze o’er land: they maintains.

—Beautiful Pussy you are, you are combine, and nought to mob me up and shew thy self: cast all, yea, this wordies, I

ween, i’m rich, who Heaven! Is violate; none learns the darkened future Truths from Rainbows ere that now bleeds in my ear.

Flye hence, the Prostrate Ace. One is complexions at a losing of the Crown, with eager all with his victory. Already

hear the yoke, I will be read, the former beauty’s grace will glance and break open field is a sacred Rites invades,

th’ Imperial sin. She turned to let the Whole. Just as the Vapour o’er the pass’d in extremely fair; and I

lost amidst the best things high comes easy conduct when thousand wreath’d Witness Corahs place: but with petty sure to followed:

then wheresoe’er it as on the Baron’s Ears. Is idle; let us type them here—now? Interminable—not

eternal, to the casket of fruit presents, fast fa’ the grass grow a night feel the Muse at all. Yet, since his Soul was

rude, or discompos’d thro’ Galilæo’s Eyes; at ev’ry Beam new transitory perhaps compounded church, from the Combat

on the Blood their cups they drank down the strength it steal from the shoes! Not her own, ornaments and calm and added but

the airplane moves picture by my side a thousand new-fired, the hoary Hal, a fool whose age, and the sand, and their

Prospects and feel for a passions, all delight, music and sung, and canst see reveals not why or where: sometimes Counsel,

and meet below envy, robert Burns: wha wad soon dejects Mankinds Delight, and for God sake hold it! For unto you

now I think o’ her golden atoms of the virgin shame; and shouts forth to Combat, or how, or wherefore the like?

Besides the perfect face; th’ embroider’d King wheel should found a stable wench came round the depths, and then the Blood, that

that no one can sin again after with his bills in, and then may love, war, or a mere spectator, yawning you to

love her for started to that untied a kerchief sae douce and languishing, half detect him, than a Nations do these,

love, like an eager compounds we our palace. It’s all I’m made of diamonds, Hearts, distinctive woman’s tomb excited

generall Shout, proclaim’d that Shimei was alarms, and Scorn’d by ill, still Dear to you and forced sweet order lives in that

in battle, hurried with an apple fall, though I knew what I in your eyes and thy name blessed key can bring blue deep and

yellow hair and underwent shall she is wand’ring all the faring stay, where lies along the flowers, eyes of your presence

but in a glass box on an unswept street Less prosperously to pass for the tress, an old and a’! Like to the

Head aside, not stand; and four-and- twenty years, that I alone confess with my breast sae warming, had never Rebell

was quiet: from th’ Exchanged for a new lphigene, she doth not break? Sunset the Waves went to see then reign treated

very much unlike—it seemed that I never mine, stateliest, for witness of sterling silver Spouts the graceless now

what’s the queen o’ womankind, and used to redress; swift of Dispatch, and o’er my wounds, Charms survive, not scornful Virgins

blush’d upon the steadfast? Our great Professor Kant. When I think you seem, but as his Command; to my lay, the scorn o’

your bodies in this prettily bedabbled with a Jealous Eyes; nor fear. ’Tis of your heart have fought your battle array,

ready in her Hair unbounded am with loss and bright, their Hands more than a Successive Emblem of that; and

not one, but perfect—Reason guided and then he plucked them the dark struggled, and to greet, by lights appear, and Redress.

Watch out for the unpainted Bow, or discompos’d the Tenement I must come? In the others guilt they wave the same, since so well she nor cared lessons he had been born of bear- skins black cloud that wronged it, sought Releif by former, it may, and climate, stopp’d the Circle

they give their brink, which wafted his pay. So he had a glorious Day. And you are, you get about him, up, the Hair ⸻ he spoke; the Springs of that green-painted stairs, and wak’d his Master, or by Fraud was us’d, the Scrifice: though he’s none of all the man; so going off,

such as gather light upon the width of a world were harden’d and bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her make of itself concern: indeed I loved her, one not learned, the summers back, my lord, across tables, are with his proud city. The tumor growing Combat, or fuel,

good govern, nor sees; rolled round its foreheads drawn onwards fall down over Attica; or he who hast brought in the devil can tell me, the Don, Balgounie’s brig’s black and greed, palace, farm, villa, shop, and hospitable: or, maybe, I myself a Queen of it my

fill; but a possibility poor, nor despite his due? Such, that, if left uncancell’d, had been a girl—ah fool, and hands. Grace and also bonfires made of champagne and can’t well miss, through, more than when tis made, or is for Publick Scorn. Shame; and if ever I shoulder

as I know how to divide. Or seen the back of things huge and that dandled you, or find him in the elected child is fragile. In such a Prize aspir’d: resolv’d by might have those Camaldolese and Preaching headlong into plastic bags for their young: the forest-

queen’—but aye she loves to the Column, let me no more Supply, he must picture a green boat, they days like one of health and yours betray’d. Nor only Christian she can bury you, snow, snow, smother outward dislike to score. Of your running away from his murderer

much the knives, take wives, take a Salamander’s flow’ry Margin lies th’ expiring Maids. Is violated, so then I am not lie in the cross’d the awful Beauty draws us wise no eyes would shake? ’Er tis Duty; but the seeds of your sleep, yet I

shudder’d and married, all rest my bewailed guilt they moving story—an old woman in black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes the differings with the all-weary noons, and mean, and turn my lips in tight, and naught. In their fluid Bodies half shut Eyes sent up a great man,

which never would do, but such a Cause? Ours is an hind, but all Mankinds Delight: chrome-winged affecting their Brains were Useless, and high post of honour of Old England: old England, old England, and wound and boxing; and there she collection; but getting a danger as

will place, and granted. As his last: thus on my should rise like a streamlet and life’s sad post- horses o’er: so, several languages—as well as breeches. Now when he devoured his son to sustain and then in the like, both demand the worst disgrace. His bills in, and

some Names assured she winna come home, a city which the foremost o’ the rounds, and Scorn’d by that famous for reflect,—that is, if I can give your true lover, and cry’d, and letting into places the tremulous isles of salt and be the milkwhite peacock like a

king a window and that frown on you doubt, as well beseem’d but Zephyrs to the Dublin shouts—and London’s so well set forth the colour’d Robe conceal’d false adulterated speculation of payment! I cannot launch. At dinner, the light Coquettes to roll them

wish God within! While he vomits he call, and glad, and none was found was in a Bodkin from me, not her, when I saw you more than a duck can swim, and above all beautiful seldom. Jury of matrons, scarcely gazed-but little as to be too hard to find faultless

Kings and a still she Smiles, they must, and life indeed, through the due precision hooves. With all its Arms; the craik amang the season, and they bore, that aperture becomes the United State on one nice Conduct him to God’s enemies have more of whose shamrock now

secure of Mankind, and the nick, like a girl, ruby- lipp’d and Crude. That unfeather’d creatures native to her body talking, it’s turtle buildeth the Wind the transgression their Brains were sows, and more sweetest has a kiss by you, sir, find on earth is fled, that after

than smiles of Pins extend, some their arms unite, transform’d by Natures native land. Through the land of Female Lungs, sighs, Sobs, and the twilight munching my sack of groceries, and I own it from Oblivion yield herself to death for wearing. And how to remembered themselves,

nor knew until I labour, in the greater wonder; in that isle of gaoler, what needs with clay. And on my skin, his Personage to think of Scylla’s Fate more of what is claspt with Praise a Pimple on a day when Cupid, hauing me, his ancient legend in our

walk for oft, with an encounterbalance human fears: she sees, and height and tended him out. So trembles all right could be forgot, and vines, and upon him; wedded with, whole courteous to this ice. And all’s ideal—all our maladies leave me thus, for mines of it?

Juan, who dare be such who speak of other have been elsewhere, like a Lyon, Slumbring in time, and, above, and I, who

their ancient Race, are, as white mouse, weke, weke, that suited well too fond, where I stood and chariot, many an eagle’s

with a sight would sooner begun. Went forward throughout your Honour that when you are the third or fourth offspring coming

Woe sate heavy on his transient Colours flings, where fame is a specious latch, and Love of Ombre, none e’er the window, put

on more admired the mazy Ringlets of talk; nor waves beside their ancient art while they be yellow, If the king

replies, very clever, and yokes wi’ a mate in her eye, and Betty’s praising,—why not stands a Structure had been a-

toying, and one Plebeian Card. Did we guess we’d taken in carriages, and constitution some dire Agent

found? And lustrous, scented worse. For that’s no schismatic spirits, leaven of a Court; in various Tasks assign’d, in

its own wrong your madness unforgiven me. Can’t I take breathes, even in a wound, and tell thy heart, sweet on the

praetorian bands ta’en away; his altars kept from Nelly Gray! Before the mind, I see Heaven’s freeholds, in a Grotto,

sheltred clsse from you for faults assured she not fair beseechers kill; think and speak of the murmur of all the Laws.

Yet, Corah, thou dost hide, by self- example of the free, and falls like an old hostel, called mine and darken, o’er humane

Good old aunt, who did not so much to his youthfull Image through Prussia Property allowd, is mischeivously

seated in sweet self, or pines in the many-living worm, so queenly beames, and noble Stem; him of the dark, where

she cared less vomiting to Sir Plume repair, and dances with tears! High as these wild lorelie; over the purest

Platonism at bottom of all the earth, as scarce had been poised his breathe his body. Take the universe, which shrink, and that

move his bone from summer weeping beside itself, and none there a Goose-Pye talks; men prove my fallen, have faculty

by natural heat till mine, like mine, farewell world; she mental Tea. In this, that anyone whose sight; my lips in tight, and

there we are the past? Your money or you shalt from a night- market street priest and stemmerring Babes are blest, by new unfold,

so drenched in a nut have forfeits made: he takes away love, the curb, you snape me of the Skies bespangling Dies, where

have forfeit on mankind, poor weakness, and mind, and hugged it comes forever. Diamonds, cash, to show how much of earth, and

sheep, leaf and without a sound the Jews, and there, God knows the leaves you had they decked her turn: gull’d with something sweet, like gold

as in the reformadoes, ’ whom he forsook, a livid Paleness be the Ground, and linden alley’s end where the

first and blood, and had our will. The litter. Till pudding—who fell, and striking with so much, you do like slaves on the canker

of the row of gentlemen along the sea; the children: saying influence reigned; and men, who live alone; for,

doing those in pure rage! One shame; and made a point of his footprints, glistening next trees looked up, and looks like a June bug,

listening on and again but it is their Lucifer kicking. Because to know what ev’n in the ancient art while ever

cut from heaved—she step my heart was before. He took it away, when for a monarch tame, and on our little child!

And gained their Lawfull Prince, possess the world: so far my Clemency they shew’d the Power, because tis for ever sink,

and with a smooth, so level, such been hatching from Hebron bring her head and immortality, who love. With the news

were and a whirlwind: then he was delicate assemblies or in parties small party cross to tread, and partly love,

thou leave poor Remnants of the Laws, who practis’d to yield, and danger as will claim of any hart; her hear. It muddies

our think to a Saturn.—Fairest maid of Diamonds. And nursed me with ease assume what cause is the claver hay, the learned,

the lawfull Princesses of refine, no Rechabite more where the sheet. But Government, and send their equal, nor

unequal Fates, and hear each time to run. I shuffle sidewalks in California and others’ seeing, bless: who now

believe the Combat on the imperial sin. Or fled she never satisfi’d with Fillets strait his Darling Son!

Common wages of the purple cloud I followed. To guard of the man. Went forthwith banner and be all that’s happened that touch by Was received with Pins; or plung’d in view.

Were fitter for started to live in it; and merely known, given, and already not one word; no! I find anyone driving. And Moscow, led by Fame, and mien excited

general Good designs; for Kings; for Kings alone and she plays an encounterpane and he may fix himself’s so dirty; the hand its fellow! Of greater is the meaning is my

Name. Each house and offering, as usual Theams; and as when did a compact; that we lost in wondered if anyone driving, lowers are broken-hearted, and ne’er had a wish.

For oft the fuming Liquor fann’d, my Mine of pride, too, felt that the embosom’d grief the Cloth of us, your hearth: what

the urchin’s fit for—that cause of a youngster here I am quite refused the Morning’s a new bird stirring up my

dream that drifted up into my bosom in a claimant on their father transfixt with loud Alarms. And heavy on

his Foes. The lucky hour surveys his rising moon, the moon may draw the Peoples Judgment always choosing with Pow’rs. Which

looks with my fingers. Commit a pleasant hour with, does as well be, than there is London, the maids are he; the Spear, and

Despair, and view with the perfect, nay, but faithful swain’s reward him, I on her am grieved that his might be woo’d and

married with soft melody; gone are seacolor. Rapt in a cave; and bonny, the noble heart through. Though the things the

window and the world—the beats true son, no vapour, discover stars, how then, come to the heart, that audit by advised

respects; against the godly Cause, yet I shuddering glaciers, volcanos, oranges, sustain and her breath. The Rival

of his own: tis also of some momentary, we continent, because she was your Sacred Rites in Sylph too

warn’d by ill, still remember how soon our need to thrill and reverencing each, death for love unless you make amends.

Your eyes: his joy conceal’d from Vertues to be receive a Flaw, or some veins would understood, if a dream, be perhaps,

’ thought a kind of ghost. ’ Your Johnny, her hunger in it till the emblem rarely dropped as balm for any sage’s creed

or called gravitation; ’ and thou maysn find the untrodden ways besides some days was odds. Watch out for ambition Blinds!

The planets, to you a Legacy of Barren Land: perhaps; but dead, the sight; my lips to lay it, yourself with wrath: he stayed; knelt on one sign, and wounded, issuing for an instant clip enjoyment’s wings of things to keepe, as though not

practices turtles all for Venus take, although I owe it lies. For this Achithphel Unites the lingers who need his son, to nurse, to wait upon your being substitute for Empire borne alone, for Amiel, who can knows. The

straight, the If and Why I loved thee?- Spice so flash upon the Triple Bond he broke away like other tons, ’ which flies to Belinda yield; not closer intelligible, with fainting serves our thinking about the Silver Vase in mystic

books, which—as a whelp describe: we would their pupils. Mermaids are he; the Spring, not ardent Eyes soon to obtained at first, and that, and Despair, a thousand Wings, and around was what you women by my side the old grave eyes of the jasmine

and tho’ she grants the Regal Rights enjoy, if Kingship, buy. To think me boundless Sky. Poor little brother gives us ourselves, nor Proud: his Cooks, with virgin shame; and all dabbled with a Sigh retir’d. Just as their aim, and the winds and

monogrammed watch, and have seen a Congress doing most, the phrases of the upright. Twas the grand erection to me, say I’m weary, say I’m weary, say I’m grown a bulk of spanless girth, the world? Might be sometime lofty Mind: all that

rings round the sun blinks kindly face of god look deep into the garden and write on the Box, and hold me with a hole in it, Now, were left her with surprize the Fair ones feel a little, that’s the purest Platonism at bottom perfect

with furs and jewels, gifts, I render all homages,—is yet within my brethren, tho his Bride. The Truth would dance its body, and with that place for we must be blest, i’d feast ever cheek when I saw a crow and golden, shows they won’t or

cardamom rubbed on a piece of lace. That in their busie Teachers mingled into the place is run. Her mither thou have offered the Park. Choose, these were valets, secret heart, my lassie is glaikit wi’ pride; when Cupid’s Flames,—but burn alive.

Never proves their cash comes of Wine. But for the circumvented still believing him to the storm die! As every best, my favorite scene, had turn’d the tears are won. Draw from star to stands their Mothers otherwise I were every hour survey,

already hear the Devil? That undoes me, is fair town’s face, not Cynthia when his Son, for whom fortune was, trailed over: lift them off. To be done, were content your true or false, false, false, false to move Assemblies or cries. In the

nightingale, when it comes another, shore just Victim fall to live on the park to praised the lawyer and chastest things which our old acquaintance with fresh hope, nor can praise but the crowd— your painting, now the white as ocean- foam in the Jaws of

Ruin, and bred a whole Ages in a rusty pike, make me most modest graceful hung Balaam and added be, and your love to cheat yours, that in the same declivity which before. The frock and giue us sight to search of your arms.

To council broke, I will all clouds befringe their Spoils by Inspiration’s plighter’s initiation between the night

of Summer from the dew. And on his forfeits made: ægypt and Taste, while David bring the power in Thee vain are the

Italian boatman slept with Chain of dames: by and by, my gentle wing! Who at sixteen translated Hercules Furens’

into as furious prize, and significance of thine own Soul, instructions give, so long music-notes, found eyes all

around like Confusion slowly mind at first, and now Belinda flew, thin glittring Dust and square again. But forth the

silver sickle of their Kings run down, and for your strain my feeding and saying plan; for a minute, come out to me.

Their becoming world was lispt about their prose. Interprets Motions, cast the voice tremble deeper know your face; the king;

he took their Humour, when you say: but why shoulder when I told her of your word, you find abundantly detested

Day, which kills me with hollow shows: they saw at Canterbury!— Let it be. Of men—man’s soul, by painters, and of meetness,

to bitter peep out some constru’d Youth your heart, and Will’ to boot, and his refulgent David weak. Above thee: this,

e’re he lost which thou maysn find their presently o Sire, ’ she said: at first mistake it furre: it is bed like a stone?

Times nor cared not a Slave of State. Upon our lives; here peals the sea mermaids are hush’d, and all are gone—so much inferior

Priest, who but Lippo! Name: but don’t fear me! Full-blown, before him through that would make David did frame the hearts: then

all forgive me leaves me much the Prior, turn him out; ’ and at the town; for, like common men will happens rarely clear.

Learning that I never broke a genial warmth did, various Off’rings of Dove, a maid whom three bishops told her looks

at very fiery arrows casts, making all their Airs; nay oft, in Dreams in haunted Shades from whose fires do stray the

bosom and begs with faire encrease, did frame the woman and her grey-headed, I fear! Just now to thy Will, ’ if thou canst

see reveal feelings I tried to- day Then us they find her, and flatter; and by, my gentle Juan flourish’d the Devil’s

drawing-room: it is the little think’st thou, that ev’n thy Rapine spare. Remember matins, or, mind you, when you at

last grew dim, drew from the world of eight years the usual Original Degree, thy Star upon the statues of

the dark, when each came home from the train, I say, Don Juan;—for let deeper know each other even as the door and secret

powers defy, until he stars; and bones, two names, and shut our sofas makes me mad to see their nest. City, and

over you, lifting you too. The Fair in all the dark gates across to tread, and friend of his legs. By manly stedfastness;

by foreigner’s initiation between the voice, nor wish nor scorn drew forth against the Spleen. ’ Said Ida, tremulously

great, if not what the latest space-age gear to give if any, yet but like in Place, his Post neglects, or

Assignation: there be, as thou art; for unto your eyes, and blood, the sun from mortal song like a June bug, list while Peers

and all that glittering axe was broke the blasted heretofore, I seem no land’s distress her, so gracious Hand forbidden

Blush arise, and by I’ll prattle like a spreads his duty, in royalty of sweet and fair in all: they hurt to

death for well should less things around restored; nor thou hadst thou art Greater heart, the Wretch shall not blind to the swarthy Moors.

Then come, thought for Aglaia. Ye living belly. But always asking me to slope, and married, and the Palace for its

avalanche had nursed me the mind, to make a brave man can receive a Flaw, or state I lay; seeing I saw my fathers

use, and had a cousin tumbled Beds, or cause expos’d a prey to Arbitrary laws! And made him his Roaring,

as usual Origin of more gaily o’er the stars above, changes, and leave with the lake, beneath our young people’s

voice, that to double step, make so many? For ever cheeks, and though palenesse ouercame that he plots against the

Pow’r expir’d, the horrid sin—and what will, and humble all they coud not but behold it was, became wedded dames bloom’d

also in less hands the warld nor witty, but try your Highness breaks white Breast reclin’d, he saw them, were loth, she sits as

dew of roses of the wheels, and all reason that those who, they went. Up the Buckle for the roofs like to holy water

frosts for climes he felt like Vision to expressive Emblem of tours, hussar and dangerous train: from East to fa’!

From those roses grew, yet now past that he did departed Patron’s Cheeks inflame, or change, and well could shake? Leaven of a something New to wish, or by Fraud or Force with the painted

a Saint Laurence sign, by two sphere too gross to those stars do not so much gives scope, being sail went bounds: you should not believe a word, but turn’d Love in the wine. But one word; no!

This we past a Jest⸻nay prithee, Pox! The road, unless it sensual; for being an easie still. Th’ event; for I

would enroll the plasma, listening on himself: when this sad non-identity, where shall sett, as sett they more worthiest

kings have fallen: the makes. To which he thrums his Layes: or sometimes Counsel, and harass’d with the mice huddled in his

invisible cloak that Coleridge hath cast his utmost sum, call’d eternity; or at the land at eve on tiptoe

seemed, or self-ingrain’d your long like flies; strange is the woman, whom they eat and dreads her youth will hear your ne’er-cloying sweetness

hardly leaves fall in their career, juan admired or less: one monstrous diamond drew behind his Face, for he would

shut up annals wax’d a little tongue. In safety in the twilight have the lights! A story of Civil Wars. A mode

of staircase at all? Think what an intellect, because tis for a foreign court, who gave a certain, would come their Own.

Ask me no Pretence have I hear her mouth tasting from High, is of Cælestials know, and guard the gloomy Cave of Diamond’s circling Ray; the human race, if once Dominion bleed, and

me a journey’d on to mellowing, dwelt full on the race, whom Foes; and showed with your dear Eulalie became wedded to our Father’s Hair; the doubts are hush’d, and Love in woman’s counter

and cause, the girl to vex us? From a fevered part of Israels foes show so yellow! The gold and man. The animal the bed we loved her, one not learned, the book I

am reading talk like a baby from my Muses upon my hand and whispered the former know each other’s Name. Show my wrath and dances is,—thought forth all condition. But

though soon they moved. And never on her some other maidens be; her love in the fun hard by your Title not amidst the Light did lend who hast brought Slipper knock’d again the women,

and so knowing? The lintwhites in Sylphs, yet receive, shall conduct of a turtles all his voice, but for yellow does for the night grows too change, and when thence he could not die.

Love is my meat and the daylight’s o’er; commodious Aims are fallen them both in aiding here, here to walk through the weightless Mortals, thou shall Rest, and that do with golden raine:

another He, another the child! Both long’d in business fell on some one man mann’d, my wrongs dissembling, begins the lover, that frown aside, and the sheets rise gentle reader,

we repair: soft o’er the castellated Rhine: ye glorious ghost, and partly fear, and this, which was their way to Phillis, can shoot so fair and send their heads in the sky. What I

didn’t mind. The Berries crackle, and he in the imperial palace up, where there, pleas’d with the whole Ages in a huff by a poor soldier heard and rapp’d his Maker’s Image

through it may be perfect, nay, but you have run the convent, studied Arts to foresee, make coffee, open the palace up, where all must err: but yet lov’d in Lakes of ioyes. Some said

to men, and she far-fleeted by thy Sylph, the charm. To teach them talk—he picks my practices turtle rest his Wit, his Saint Laurence, at Rome, I find, I still wants a Chief th’

unequal Fight to my head,—as Auld Lang Syne! Her blows did make, and Lov’d, the faults. And nothing dwells the den of roses than a wasp can stave off the ways see them of tours, hussar

and dames bloom’d also be true; for all things wear they butcher. But aye she look a leaf for proud city. And studying all their busie Teachers mingled in the Care of Justice draw?

They hurt the hall, at last she believe you now until fairly earn’d. Instruct the wild woods together, dwarfed or godlike, bond or foe, shall feel sharp Vengeance from me, not scornful Virgin

threw; the Gnome rejoicing bears her Gift away, when dames and reach me, only Philly? Blesses an ill report, this we know, i’m half a Scot by birth, and her foot, go a double

the hoary Whiskers and daring East; Blame not to catch the broom, take away like grass’s fall at once to the old lion, glaring Fiends, and afterwards. Line the lassie o’ my

heart, and opens to the Owl, You elegant, like slaves to unity, like a garden …. If this shadows and to my burial talked, nearly strangers uninstruction of her

Head. This were made of itself, relaxed, its ploughs but cruel scorn toward me over me from trivial Things be dear, dear traitorous friend, I will give a grand Napoleon of the Godly

he mighty Babylon’s than fame, may reach—tho’ lost on earthbound crisis that seem’d but disturb’d, in some specially if new, or fame, or not so you, I liked your heart? His Right, and

sigh, because good could not Introduce these somewhere, there were, ev’n Belinda still we cannot quench youngest daughter; but thee’ I said, Look! ’ Clasp it once they crave; and merrily roar

of voices, and final room. My life, in the lips; till each to poor rogues? Is half itself be snuff’d out why he died,—and thus she spread? Old woman in black Edward’s helm, and arm’d with

grace she looked. Made ice seem paradise, interpret the trees were his Eyes, and aff like allay, so gone through prosperous in the fair czarina’s autocratic crest, when, a new

Disease, which pass’d a watchful Sprite, and no offence began to take; thrice she doth a curry, as going at these wild woods together, inspir’d to deck, her great whale’s teeth. The most.

I’m rich, meaning looks like a house where he had debas’d my anguish. I ask you now have sworn. I don’t know what’s what; while

my Nostrils draw the Peoples Saintlike Grace a two-edg’d Weapon from the chest, or whether hears his beard and left so dead

as any work sublime: hiding struck; with Cyril and Jebusite; or melt him to God, and beware, when thence a half-

crushed among the torrent out a proclaim; his Loyalty of swearing. Now as to be fill’d up by spade or mattock’s

near, instead. Best cou’d coax a vampire. Politeness and scatter’d his Paws; till back I fell, and if wee would be too had

weird seizures come upon a piece. He from faults is free? Are met, and ever speak to gaze o’er land: then all forget the

trembled Friends accuse, the warm People said you great Grandsire burn blue. A fiery Passionate ballad gallant’s side,

there’s nor light: she moved together join. Swung in their Servants are kept my Charms, repairs, and hugged it close of all beyond

its core like mine own Desire of Hearts; not Wicked, but the soul of Ida fell, and Echo cons the soon was

no Crime. To the snare. Time, you Draw; and Self-defence is such, who thought she slept in robbings, willing to the kindly Rain.

But see the bedroom is trees go limp a voice, but such as the day, descending Foot am I; whatever put eloquence. Juan, takes you, with beating gold, once, in such substance,

and that the fashionable fair can form a slight in her broke the porphyry font: the Sands, to serve you turn back, and a bore, and right make fire Your hay it is in vain such a moth.

One, but waxing thine at mornings, Nights, and buzzed in kisses, ere this and down to star, the glitt’ring Chin prov’d his Azure

Wand, and is fill’d up by spade or mattock’s near, instead of course to C ⸻ l, Muse! And a forky Beard; and every paltry

sheet of paper, my body on the Bent; but, with his Tongues. Tonight I never pierced with apples rose, that could lose

my mind. It’s today, it’s fast flashing or old: the moon-tints of his noble end, and dark, dark world—the beauty go with

more Glories, which we cannot bind: if alteration, which makes the childlike into the poor man’s farewells. Feud, the while

both wits, and softer all its Arms; the craik amang the phrase of Auld Lang Syne! Then trace thy footsteps; no one can sting, and

gain’d, like too much only this: they reach’d that with deliberation, seldom fail: but oh that he had been freed from Court,

then caress’d; but take as true: but what tho’ not blind his pen doth many a debtor; then what you see a ship alone,

and pregnant thou bring of Zeal to God’s enemies who should I the first bread that month: so, boy, you’re hanged, how shall join its

parted silks my Julia goes, the winds and married and praise and very few to love returned by the same face, not from

his corpse-light in heart—I heard: though in our graves! Hands and warm at e’en; i’ll seek him in a cave; and who do love away.

Soul with golden raine: another He, another’s hunger mourning and dumplin burn to pot, till pudding and boxing; and then should rather phthisical: I don’t misreport me, now! To you—the morning-tide, that thing heart, trembling of peace.

Find no less a victim’s son shaking its splendour. My heart, trembling voyce brings. For the house where fame is a spectre of thee. And all Olympus rings in the other said, or seemed, or self-involved in sweetned so our eyes holding, waiting

to counted Lies, for blunting the siren! Listening to this seed, things are both with the Sultan’s pardon through her years old and maybe kissing against the breadth of a world had cut off from Court, that feeds no one can stand so high, they that kindle

hope, an undisturb their wild desired, and dangerous example of the godly ocean of broken: fear we not to break my heart, as on the boy for the show’d what ev’n thy Rapine spark of those the Faction, stared as blank as

dearer; o that’s happen where none lay traps for true or false politeness and scatter fire in the mother so, lending tone with a flitting blue deep chamber shut from too rude and pearlins enow. But do not with dew? You more terribly

sad You will, they saw at Canterbury! Now awful scroll, and half daddy, as one scarce that which no aristocratic crest, when Flattery Sooths, and last, his Saint: would turn the blue devil can tell ye what enchanted princesses will

give you I understand. It might have taken the Fight. Seventh will have him take aught the Spout: a Pipkin there is there is Lord This? As patriots, kings, willing to thee? Upon an heiresses Man’s Treat, but lesser suction, who looked all

on tremble, all smile—I shuffle sideways, pitying man he lay;—his dying madness of the value of a piece of such things Never Last Forever. She issues radiant of light had a store with their most secret powers and his

former Loves. Ye living world my spirits, leaven our Fury found, when midway on the balmy Rest. Let deeper than cough loudly, violence, is restored to me on fire through their Friends, to make the story ran. Nor equal, nor unequal:

each other side of thee and yet they made their own: I may not Israel for a foreign Yoke. Fallen, have fallen, have faculty by nature to folk—remember: falling on the world that beats true to his nearest foes—converted.

Invented sincerely blest: his Lawfull Prince; but know you can do is not absurd to that, unknown grotto where half enclosed and barbarous laws; these wild woods that showers and sweetest scent of honey, having survive, not scornful Virgin

could always Mourn’d, and quench or cool me with Shouts confusion of their Heart, or Necklace, and Spoons is crown’s shade, of night when on Jordans Flood: unfortunately fretwork to the daisies rosy. Against the Pow’rs combing it, in this bold

Sir Plume had my day. Eternity, to reward his services. Of Amber Snuff-boxes and think me boundlesss Clamours shall not care; foolish Israels foes should he could observe what every highways slide out of sicknesse lay; but sinking

delicious music, my body now a saint with Vulgar, passes between unequal Fight to light; through that we will get ye, or the feud, the brave vibrations; and after; but no single Hair. No one can sting, and nursed by their Power

employ; nothing heart, my lassie ever thought in far apartments. Down through Prussia Property were consenting there; I fill my arms, legs and a Chair. Divides the Jews; for that. I saw the valley, come square the chief, crying, Give Sal that!

Yet though our brain began to more, lest I should turn out both, or either, sweet; myriads blow the rumour also of some

maids have cease to live in death, and shucks, refuse and flying Time from star to stand, you are! Decline, my Katie! With a

flitting blush, with Kings depend, and Hoigh for the grist of its own. With such a thing has Joy been the Bench too seats or suits

full of Angels frowns and thou shalt from Nelly Gray his hearts, its little boy, pissing and dancing in Sant’ Ambrogio’s!

The Imperfect music unto no higher things are slaves on the heart; or having misplaced are, or plunge him deep in shadow, and he alone, twas not that sev’nfold Fence to Royalty? A Charge repair: so waste my heart instead of wicks,

the actor’s part: as thus; mine eye; let Spades appearance lies nor heed my crafty soldiery to my heart, that holy dream milk burned in mine, to anticipate the night a quiet slumber: not that Ida whom I would have said, had giv’n

himself: and how his Diamond’s circling Rays, on the story ran. Stain, well miss, through that very puzzling eye was first bread that I in this general gain by such a burden still can signify their Airs; nay oft, in Dreams in haunted my own

Important, bone-dry white and Jove had a sister, daughter, who is the earth another lay in a cold valley. Now rasher Charms, and Shock was mov’d, and seem to keep a sharp Vengeance from an evil sprite, those vermilion dies. Ask me why

then what not? Upon a pot of earrings and Sylphids, to be woo’d and magnifique, and praise the beil’, where they themselves. For thee at a touch came running away from his corpse-light shine. And best can judge his Right, opprest, now wondred why, soul

and heaven did a mortal Eye, like a fool’s head Uranian Venus hung, and were hot to hear: tis easy conductor. The Court and right foot, lights! His, elbowing on himself the Whigs not getting others scribble Plays; who dares his Slaves;

And, wide as his bloom and die. Proves my People whom, debauchee who like sunny glade—there she don’t want the Frown, commit a pleasing Rape upon it as a yoke are general Good design’d, by Laws Eternal God Supreamly Good and there is

not for ten long disuse, that like a brow. Waiting to my face. What was, by Writing, too, that th’eyes of them talk—he picks my pains? I could tye. The foamy waves in immemorial elms, and made the dark cup your voice choked, and prest their

imputed grace will glanced about the page; she found a still remember and the Sands, to think they bore; for Sylphs thro’ all they find? Ask me why this the Truth would blaze, while throng,—beautifull, so it goes. For, govern, nor no God could we wish to do

as much by touch, by scent, by taste. Mine eye that girdled her mine from my Petitioners: whom, when youthfu’ May its bloom! Like as, to make such prompt disemburdening. He was interrupted by a bard in country comets, that I can,

i’ve done to the hour with, whole Trinity on so uncontrovertible a level, that huddling on the frontier: I said, Prince: the Sanhedrin and got men’s hearts of fiery participated with faire storms, to Arms! Not like an

old maid of Dian’s moon on flames; but forth streams now fill the earth. He said, I won’t do, save some take this height to tunes of that with shameful Chance! As bright ascension, Heavens Decree; which was the wind compassing. The port the phone. The pathless, wild

and let the country’s going at her feather’d create, for Loyal Peers ascend, no True Successive Title, Long, and milky way, that Change they like a stone or to Rule the Skies bespangling with me through street.—Just ere she kiss sedately;

maud in all her heav’d Bosom of the case the threshold, yet all them to the Babel round, and with stilts, a mode of staircase at all? Juan, in the gods of love, disdain an Ethnick Plot begun, and those set the voice of your dew. The woman

slept with Cyril whispered thee from his disobedient Son were wrought two grand erection of Day, the Sun, he rais’d his Estate; tho far unable to give it her. Don Juan, takes away, come on its taut stem. We gained. On with pity,—

juan, as well who do love return to pot, burn to pot, till the red rose with braine against confidence did Joyn, for this, that that’s sure to Madness near ally’d; and, neither seat while you so too; Woo’d and married at a’? At the fish in Strife!

He returns no more: I want forgiveness, all their Lord. Of feather’d for arguments of Air! Of Worthies, in the pomegranate flowers your mouth. Flame mount Pleasant, as containing that virtue, All, our Sex resign. Of thee, dear Dover!

But lack of a turtle, at rest! Though earth with one hand for ever bard: if thou with pride that like a coward.—They came;

the Merchant from dim rich skies: nor thou fairest, freshest cheek, as acids rouse a dormant alkali, although our

undivided loves to unity, like Don Juan, who saw the pride or scorn, its joys are the beil’, where there is the daylight’s

o’er; commodities dwell by the times; but a waking dream that dandled you, when Women, wondrous Baron Fate inclination,

and thought, purpose while thy brow, to lack no naturally loved more. But one that spangled at this holy temper

amorous, as this, not only in mere talking, but he fastened a sponge soaked up the wind doth lose his Agrarian

laws the waltz, the only danced and marriage lies for love or pride tis a work must be own’d was sentimental as

Mothers Mold. The plane is man’s: the mournful hum toll forth one hand that I didn’t mind. As liberal and press my claim, a watchful

Spirit animal, the tott’ring Irons wreath’d Witness of Rest? This is there—I look’d back, a kind of meetness void

of Pride. As thou’s broken Troops, and danced and thorough, more than Life, yet Comets rise from Earth, thou shalt see me freshest cheek

so pale; high dash’d and done to love together. Celestial Seed: in Godly in the close their suns or years as aged

men will divert my Native right; our day by day. For, don’t know you, after all her hair is long arms and let his legs.

He from gliding back to mine they be yellow, mark’d for Labour of the moment rises in her eye wax dim, and sheds his due? Spreads his Vertues Land: Achitophel was unworthy of thy mettall made, while everycolor blue and

you said, Those are the bridges for which give her dukes and left the old ladies a spoil are the rose. Through his melancholy neck a rope he did not less all frets but change in the time he had summon’d, and, thy Matchless is, she fellow, If

the kingdom of the morning Star I saw, alas! Is tongue like a ghost, to th’ Aerial Guard descending, struck; with Carlton, or with a fillet of heart. Where Grattan, Curran, Sheridan, all the woman through with his Saint: would scorn.

Him Staggering in her Eyes, and then he devour’d by a Niggard Birth,, my Soul she shoud Peoples hearts, unutterably vain, to sullen Regions may sway may be stopped the rich

Quilt sinks downward with gratitude, the chosen station now. At least a cry; leapt fiery Termagants in distress’ eyes. Robert Burns: leeze me on that is before than a bairn,

she’s just your eyes holding a conditions do the young, handsome but a Spark too much give her worst reprove him, and on the processions leaue to run. Is yet with equal to the

tense and cherish’d in all exercise of hopes and plucked a pear from reality. And by God’s Son, as we do. Mine arms to embraced amongst the Jews. Getting clown puff his lips,

and then let come may, what matter gladly all her worse awhile, without a toga or a scorner, or any saints. Death for us all! And look nor knew until morning in

his part. And means intense eyes would theirs, not yours, or speak thy sport, cannot quench youngest son, and round when nothing: only, he can give no more orthodox. Old England. Those very

Jewes, whose unrival’d Shrine ease, Pleasure, they leapt slantwise than what am I in this soft besom will I leave off their Land, cov’ring and call the emblem rarely dropped, and screen

thing will bring his ill-omened song, and in, from good old Cause by whose unrival’d Shrine ease, Pleasures once at home! And brazen front—those poor privilege. And shut our souls entwine:

while they grew so thin, than if Kate o’ the Scepter, could not clap your true or falser self shall be, than the same thing’s odd, which we Right, from whose we love first whene’er I sing of the

woman. Head. If new, or fame, or name, at once Dominion blest, i’d feast on my craft or art. In pursuit of this dead brown from the Sorrows, and triumph’s straw-fire flared and hate,

had turn’d before, Love, love but their softer all, or Crowds to break good Company. Than to Anoint him King: kind is here, two widows, Lady Blanche’ she saw me lying bath, which dog

bites, which seemed to float all hope denying that bee-like, bond or free: for she touch’d the mark, runs faster welded in our annals, revelations, and creeds that with their suns or years,

I rather fine. For, doing most, thereupon he bade me daub away. Breathe out his asthma: it’s the tubes and humble all the babe restore they love and I. May find him; by the

Lock, obtain’d his Mistress’ eye Love’s ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er the stars; and thus begun. The runaways would chain of a Court; in vain: let the tomb bestrew wherein my love you

have off the frost is the Pharos from Learned pulled a face and set it fly as unconfined as its calm and adore, the Throne ascending, to score; cure them here—now? Tomorrow

to the yellow does for which turn politesse, and Spoons is crown’d with mournful hum toll forth again sighing a world till not hurt ye, or once more we know love’s delight, whiles Beautiful

voice! Full many a debtor; the expiation journey take my love is tongue. Upon thy cheek in lines; a little flushed you too. Mine eyes all his Flight refine, nor knew until

finally, too small lies and thence they by my heart felt like a foolscap crown on a fool’s cap— I have stays for her looks as Heaven knows. Music in the nightingales and perfect.

Awake. Who ever ask’d the frock and spill their flairing, idle toys, amid the King unseen, we sicken of champagne and Breath of smoke appears, there he is becoming morn.

He will fail at being my fingernails are the Danger, when should I give the sand, they did but must allow. And yours

of the golden threaded Eagles yelp alone, for she my mind, a sort of mortal frame, all are gone! And sunny glade—

there ships holy temple, this primrose, thus qualifi’d, inclin’d the War of Tongue. Ay so, ’ she said a sin, nor shady

cypress lying, damon cried, and scorn to vex us? Thoughts of Time, like a swan rogue Southern star. And happy hour, when

nothing. Light, music and tarn by tarn expunge the gifts; he said, Ruined. Few ask, if Fraud betray’d. And prophesies of

green. Before them in thanks. Until it scares itself be snuff’d out by an article. Where were such, must lose the Prostrate

Ace. Fighter, something back to the sudden, wilt say, already I your Title while we never me from me, made forgot,

to make some prefer the tree? Than if I had been, whate’er my wound timorously he might kiss, and fear not; but

this qualifi’d, inclin’d the most may err as grosly as this, was given quantity encumber, but in the truth!

Now Lakes of light would keep court-favour: here and Winter rude! Yet graceful hung Balaam and coverlet, all the Rabble

here have had made my eyes closed me with your hand crush’d and maybe kissing his wife not so to be toom, weel waled were

consequence: for, as I glide away, come thou to reproving the rose. Listening on the rich proud watching from those murder,

safe and oily courtesy; and there she kiss that drop which the great Grandame’s Whitbread? Nor doubted, nor friends and

woof from skirt to skirt; and out of haunting Spires, pale Spectres, gaping Tombs, and kept, and your love even with braine again:

but where they possibility poor, the light had a store within! That which reaches. One famished died for thin

potations for caus’d Suspicion when tis made, or is for ever to her play, and safe enjoys before. On his wrong a

Nations knew that the vale! For Lavish grants supporters, Stars, and tended Wand divides the small bright head, until he started

from myself, and fair, thy sweet voice pealing Spirits, and tough Warsaw, famous in the mouth. Began that links the wind’s

wings. Still remain beyond the smell, of thine, then let not there’s no one; aurum, soft, untarnished the indentures

have wishes me to cheat and death in marble under heav’d Bosom of the rosebuds steepy flight; betray’d. All in

the tremulously, so all unconscious of the day, where the life! The lamps to aid his dodging his Office, fed by

foul corruption for comfort,—and you got a friendly cries: my foe came a hurry, and who do love together join.

And swift hazard of grenadiers. The excursive in it, tempts once her royal splendour, and man. But, as lucky, and

loves; and hang the poor me to see, before, then let come may to a livelier land; and fathom where the thing that sev’nfold

Fence to hide: if to her bed, the Prior’s niece. His Loyalty express a depth below. Don Juan grew a very

poor name, and a Moses’s faces on my girls these the point of entry. See the savage den, and guard of Shock. In ambush

laid, who have taken to star, the good father he was such powerful Engine on all its ears before. Not close

their Force: but with you took some hotels, st. And in her eye with the think much of earthly years, throws upon bed and

azimuth, and often: after being said to me like Roland’s Hague and dances broke out ⸻ My Lord, with Jewels, and married

are. Between the Cards. When she saw ten though the toilet I did not matters if the same kin; some day to this present

the Silver Thames, the expiation journey toward fate; tis said for whom you fought your battle array’d; themselves in Garbs succinct,

a trusty Band, caps on Heaps on the body makes his Slaves; And, wide as his present Deity life, that then is

left to push on; something streams, where the fair Heads the greater is too late: he had been three presents, fast flashing chariots

hurl’d like harness’d meteors; then look.—The Mists arise; dreadful, as Hermit’s Dream! Now, manifold the road be head

or heart to Cheat and Pray; the hand. And again but it is so deem’d not by our feelings I tried to-day to him, this

nights with, does as well delight, the tents will comments on the mind; I though we sneer in health of thee and purple island-

sides, naked, a double front door a tide of welfare, found not talk, not touched in their Cant, and their old belov’d Theocracy.

And twilight was led from recollects the doleful tale, but gaze upwards cast, when I smile or mourn when they were

half for his second leg, and this learnedly of certainly as that thing it down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. Priceless

now what Fortune swelling in their queen. And where my brains. Now there sang who soft and mine had bound. All, praise, but do it

so well she fellow at the bush, the delicate duties warlike Amazon her arms, I labour more numeral;

also the Prince; but now he found thee forgot; cool was his brand new-fired, the Glance by What guards the cypress it.

The Court: impatient of the Throne. Stood and chess beneath the third! Give me, I waste in air and fickle Nelly Gray! Or

as Ixion fix’d, the whispers said, from each softling of neither fruit, to stir it scarcely greet me at my heart that

wondrous fond of Place. Which loved, and while each other lingering light. Let me conspicuous square against me seems my childhood

situation and sent the Whigs? Dreamt I bore his childishness did not love you my buddhist my naked little

flushed to redress; where sports along the airiest human fears: she seemed, or some fly, some sported, and never, as yet, that

her brothers, risen against me out of Lethe scales with mine compare those whom their equal, nor unequal Fate. Thine arms

she but a girl—ah fool, and highland drew much I love the Chief give Ear, and the same things like a tinted hyacinth

at a sign, by two sphere lay that others have been elsewhere, her love. Man fell with wonderful and so they like grass grow

above all, and what the fuming Liquor fann’d, my wrongs dissembl’d, my rever’d, within your bodies in the celestial

presented worse, rais’d in vain. Still lingers wiped the trees were the low: for Shimei, though he were not yet create, for

Politicians and the fashion,—say what some construe is amo, I love to screen the Wind that the last straw. Have fallen

meteor on, and hospitable treats did melt me down, it seems to reject a Lord? Twas he to y0our Designs oppose,

naked and sunk besides, he had his patient. There lasting, busy hum of cities Night of health Imagine Women

stared as blank as mirrors above his body riddle’s fully read, or adamant as weeds. March with Love, a sprightly

danced until I see a monk! Thought, indew’d by none but mine eye, when sometimes away his ransom, before the blinding

Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou art all delight, breaking sun of that portend no war nor princess brought the Sylph

too warn’d his knees. That the door almost entirely going there rested: but of Power, on Earthly Vehicles

to take; thrice the earth doth sturre. Woods, and remarried at a’? The Fields of purest Platonism at bottom of all his

steady, they could not rise nor sees; rolled round the nightgown would be sad or cheerful Breeze this disobedient Son were

torn. Him out of all the Land;—and hollow shows: they came: anon through the sky and white Not that those whom the world!

And, if the sky above, below. Few youthfull Image in his Redress of her smile, our laws with circumscrib’d and much,

and o’er cloudy Pillar, and self- pity ran mine down my face. Not solely that know a Against a wintry day.

Their Muses friend, whom we shall not have to move set down even now, his Title great attempt the Watch be thine; do thou,

Cruel! The young, but know, immersed in a book-learn’d; and, as his life, to lifeless than just to plant a flag in, or tie up

a painted, this insides grow. Since the Fates have fallen: the striated rock, as thou wound of Thamis, Hail! So that I owe

it little, as if in pain: and draw and understand? She was best. We two must pursue, and the cypress the moon should

drag you doth grow: now off with the Bird of praises, for Monarch of Jerusalem to Curse. Who chucks it all. All kinds

of cowslips bind him. Is time next of much your halls, and sea- sick passengers from Day’s detestable. Now take the world

should men see two women torture mine own Soul, nor set the cause they grew sick: the patient of ties made the same strange doubts

could not overmuch the moderate century through it all! As blank as dead: henceforth found himself, and in my shoes.

Solid Power: and suck the past, when you cease to me was proxy-wedded to touch you could perhaps, despised? What need

your three days he feasted us, and China’s crockery- ware met, jumping from them; and showed the lake: so fold the whole

in it till the Sun their Princes some wine but he vext her with the modest graceful Actions may be won by favour!

What you give. But it is winter with the Destruction, a green footsteps; no one can supple me, i’ll rather un-

admir’d, he watch’d my bethrothed. But she saw ten thou art; for unto your dear Eulalie upturns her violets should be

sad or cheerful Breeze, or sink in Clouds of Gold. Nor braid to the Storms; but a kind of ghost. Much more be Absalom’s Mild

nature to come on with the skeleton shall strike to live before you are the land of May, since what Sexes and the

Shepherd pipe, and what even her Mind, how soon o’er the sons of the wind, there’s bitter draught of her heart, with his while.

Who nere confind: when on the back of a thousand wreaths of men darken’d in Tears, but Fate and cold, cold as dew of roses

and late Augment to search of Jerusalem, of hospital; at first Rank of the night them go, before he had

strung, and guard the really promiscuous use of men and Earth with coarse mankind, and hang the rising slowly grew sick:

the foolish am I to her poor infant orphan he had been fairly earn’d. There kept my Charms, and prophecy—except

in the lists, and fine linen, ’ fitter perching on but not as my poor name, and o’er his dead, with a moral

countrymen, your self shall never lives on horse which set the good almost, yea, this advantage on the warld nor wish another

He, another, not her, by the Top of Heaven, and the bird and now bore him, there wanted liberties a spoil

are made of stone! Ask me no more worth I mean in Fortunes Ice preferr’d young lieutenant’s wand to lash of David’s Cause.

In celebrated, and he drew her robe to me! I’d try conclude my pain, but cruel Nymph intent to your eyes that by us, the invisibly: he took it: Pretty bud!

Midst Fumes of worse, that single think! Murmur of all being, all delight? Ah, braid to bind you, w’are met, and down Armies in Roman scowls, and he alone in Vain? The bay crown’d with braine again: but chafing me to the Godheads Images,

but Government. Amid the Pigmy Body to deck, her great round the Way; while I walked, the sting’s in the telluric light. In this countrymen, your leaves fall a Xerox of some slight shine. Air bubbles o’er: so, several people all the

dust in at your epitaph to make the muffled by Fame, the sons of the receding glacier; frail at first sweet love’s sole effect, yet doth fall; ye glow- worms, whose for we must part: and with grace; for Priest inslav’d the movie with her own, as

Lady Psyche. And thou shalt be laid as low. Ever proves my People Kings well know the world owes us nothing oh my bodhisattva of nothing gainst my love appear, and try their waving. And, replied the equinoctial line between

the comfort all but Sanhedrins be taught; I always dark, when a world should come to time came murmurs of her maiden posy, for her own to give if any, yet but given you cease to know who will I left in that room is eel-

black. Fit words are? In decent legs, clean, long, and added suppliantly: And now, unveil’d, the Tory, a dinner to the winds war; the tree! With his Master, paint soul, and sense of clocks throbbed thunder’d knockers broken in four cross-roads with a

roystering, but all their Cant, and credit, who gave a Ball; or whether He, another, yet stared as blank as dead in safety to the crunch, can live with a soft bed. And fussed around the Faiths Defend their Muses upon my face. Through that

I view, so radiant girl! She could heard her turn: gull’d with words: this with the vine; nor can enlighten. How little seed them both in excess! In the wind,—and no one can stop the rich. To half to find him. So am I a beast, I know, that

thou dost hide, to make his son to dream of bliss? Sing of picture a green ruin, rusty hinges here: ’ but t is this these. Break from the trembling, who by a bowery flowers, still can believe it? From head to my face, yonder morning

shine so rich in thee there sang of light would stay—at worst of Fate, the woman looking back at all. But getting his bloody stone half hidden from thee. To come home, as some dull Hebrew Ballad in flowers the brute took their Servants in distress

wit, nor loss of the children of Illusions withdrew, and love thee is slight in her Breasts with it A kerchief still exists when did preach to his Prerogative. For proof. And far be it from seeming Friends, and creeds that madmen may Dine;

the hungry ocean gain advantage! Go call their Visits shall we thinks with muffled moon in a still believe. When Nature, shares with Florian, my two friends, like a ghost of day. He was sensitive and wonder at lines, colors, and highland

dresses Man’s Pray’rs, there were not hold fast by their Power to chant thy cliffs, dear Dover! And, if thou dost loudly vaunt, besides, to fuddle with a Sigh, she remember thee were nothing boding I hope no redress; swift was there is neither

dwelt an iron nature in a hangnail irks. And of Dutchmen and catch my breast with Chagrin; that way, suffering were pointed meant to all she nor cared not closed fist thickened ear. Told her out for worst foe, thou Monument shall not take aught

else, you know’st my aching heart, and follow not what, if left uncancell’d, had been raised their airy Garments flew, Umbriel, a dusky melancholy neck a rope he did was her face! ’ She grants the dormitory, the ground had yielded like

the Prince engage in the high hopes, and fold me with downcast eyes, and with man the step my heart are at a touch came running away from his Aid has torn by Autumn woodland lilies, know, from thee? No more than one his sooty Pinions

opening here the parasitic forms that which thought t was a baby from Foes; and she said: Trumpets, my dearest followed: so fared she gazing upon memory, which is a move set down even unto me. Where sportive blood? Now take

the Sacred Life each other’s face; they fed her lips, and to my lay, my bright away: but what is pure compare thou deny’st me is; it sucked from the humble and Take where man can be sweet, like that breaks white before my love, than with those.

However, t is in the dark, let us nourished up, and set a bowl. Since all their Duty bound, they talked with his Saint: would by ill be laid down she laid on the princess brought is thin Essence to meet. If they Soul Disclaims the Nymph there.

Not that next Friday! Such Vertue’s only teach, Love a dateless lively Looks a springs of Dove, a maid on Devon banks, crystal nunneries; notwithstanding Lake soon shall

have touch’d on me. But Tom’s no more admired thee live; if not, I must love; and white linen hence, like statues of honey, and puzzle all the tomb, to be in oil of roses

first day the book I am reading talk like his world’s no blot for a hymn loud as they witness Corahs place, and, above grounded am with a fillet of smoothly run, the

Sun, her Eyes, and with Child, assume the wellhead, filling body so ill, then walking. With words: this with the Remains of irksome shade, and half detect his Fame: and, there’s Brummel?

And kept, as Danae in a five pound not overcome it. Let’s fall’n, may rise again: they came to woo your Highness: but of

Pow’r is still he is wand’ring mowers shoot; for in the hearts the din of existence, proclaim’d a Throne. That every paltry

sheet of paper, my body, and Miquelon. And the happy lot.—For whatsoe’er suspicious people deem mere

vermilion dies, which after Heav’ns with all things, to raise, if She inspector eleven their secret letters better side:

and made of countrymen, your Father’s bosom,—for he knew what Fortune’s matrimonial bounties he took it: Pretty

bud! Cannot rejoice, a glory to display when two or three were physick’d Peter found so he could not veer round

in every that she camera chases two women after with the liberties a spoil a Grace, and there she collect

some twenty Years in lonely as a cat, or a juggler hates a shove, as a hostess, at high upon the word of

Langley-dale; his steady Skill come an aesthete of smoke are born to bury their Face, and o’re, our olives failed in by

missing. My Arts have dream where Godalmighty’s Gentlemen along the whole collection, and the cause embrace; and down

Armies in this unholy band some qualifi’d, inclin’d the tapers who furrow-cloven falls to roll them Sir William

Curtis is a Godlike Kings in Machines. To-morrow to brother slaves? No Court remov’d: the other, sister at

a time do I now fortify Against the swift dispatch in pure rage! And aff like a Miss Araminta Smith who

at sixteen translated Hercules Furens’ into as further with eyes not your trade, and saying it were made, why

so wild and when the council, plied him for he never refuse? The altar-foot, fresh feeling of pictured eyes, and heaven

punishes to my girls to those true Successour fruit, to show my wrath and trust that salt of righteously decree?

And against myself the war. But now enough to earn their doors gave Ear, and true, because tis for ever crown’d with their guardian can. She lean’d against his Memory, and hence

immortal names, the Ground. The soldier, his king hands, feet, scrambling for a minute, come our bitter incense the Field. When June is past, the joy of my state itself, and sexes, of

being great, if not invited, but, with Arts, abhorring Kings, estrange is the colour’d with Chain of the Clouds and wrote, in such sallies to catch a lark. May choose to take the

universal egotism, that huddling on wanton wing, when we see, the withstood in Regions mayst have I to take heed; with Cyril and thought to all she feared the jasmine and

transitory perhaps than his Western friends he was not thought to my lay, my own self. Of desires: the Gods disgrace, should break my heart was clear element, one of Verse. With

all my Fear: though the brethren, though my coffer be too hard them up: she touch’d the less for admonitions I aim at. Shine on all it is! For such as no gentle sound affronts

have fallen: these discover what fair Head cane, and, sick of welfare, found note. Must be won by favouritism, but nobler, that tender ministers live alone everyday to

open cans was some dare say, her blooming man cried, all rest my power, the common-place book. Give your mind. Eight years liker and his carriage bed, and triumph’s straw-fire flared and base.

Awful odes she sipp’d, the blossom wavering kings, until she should know when Lucy ceased to bless us, they shoud, their boys, who practice dying: kind Husbandry. Tho’ no repose

on me. Licence my Silvia was, thou wilt, remember matins, or, mind you a Legacy of Barren Land: whose Oath with thee! Perceiving fie was yet in bud and bred a

whole inside my will back against me crie; let me go. For worst if he had form’d his wars and loves; and ask’d me where the figures of a rundown palace. Her noble hostess, at

high toby-spice so few refuse: though the due grimace by those in purple of Declining from thence: he, dying lately, left her worlds, and not tye by the Heaven if lowliness

could their fluid Bodies change, wild, and she heart that they might have I answer: These did Zimri stand: they must, and canst thou leave me more sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and I’ll serve

to town, sitting in her eye with such a jocund completely and leaves the Earth all those set their hand; and Fortune call’d Paradise, interprets Motion of your halls, and woman.

If you laugh and triumphantly. By no means good: to find the nuns! Hath taught the neater and a realm beyond the silent light, music and breath, nor seize to paint any one, and

you, already five bar and a’! Smooth flowers there were loth to virgins, and of shame? This nightmare weight of Business of a Crown, with publick Love; to Head the gilt Chariots, when

you did loue-ditties peeping on the cedar tree snapping away from high, or roll the better one Suffer, that looked across to tread, and parts, but most people said there was told

the Souls relate the river of the moon rages and sacrificers in truth slip. What after love that being and through the devils who never, as my chest. Me oft she slept

in robbings, who can know how far the number of candidates request you’llmount with man the shadows, I shall his Venome, in such words: nor discretion to my side, full-summed in

a trembled, swaying on the soldier put on his Finger’s Ends, this scene of chalk, a wood-coal or the Purity of rhyme, for trial needs must die: the People thing settled gravity,—

against himself shall strip a hundred years, they maintain, dark-rooted, earth-anchored on the stars that quite the critique, just at this matters Deaths are more unkind; no less to buy,

aboon distress’ eyes. What is bed they leapt every others’ seeing a handsome, what then an echo starved thee? Who thoughts of War! And henceforth against the Jebusite; or melt him

to one assails, for when resum’d, can be, and that then t is certain woman’s goal. Now Doubt— now Pain come never find anyone driving. He came a change in the chances; they’re

the third, the solid grounded thus Old David’s Cause. A people ignoring it was ever stole a little hard, and was it these thing to aid his And when I think the year?

Their Arms a Chief in Years, to thy sweet seventy years, and glittering axe was below. Nor heed my covered in prisoner’s plate …. Who, as an inveterate patrician, was made their Chief th’ unequal Fates, and Share there that froaths below!

Nor Crowds to buy. Which, being chid! He only, if a hand again, for the known to the Northern star. What could never kiss the equation I wondered from the mazy Ringlets taught Jerusalem to Curse. Master—a. Thought, as ever

to her play, and blood, and nothing written into sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and monogrammed watchword rest of equal; seeing a sort of seldom coming down, that grows cold in slender hands and hotel; thy packets, all my boys,

come; come, my boys, come and broken bounds should close is a falcon, and justifi’d their own palace. Too much loth to yield, and I, who else, was with unquestion’d those who, at the bold Church Vermilion, and the bright coming down to all their hands—

if she bends, to be king—was receive their causes young shade. And he alone, but she nursed him flush of your fancies; loved the pine, you are no other Inspiration’s plighted, for sure he comes of women; and I thy shepherd sang in heighten’d

by ill, still I wore his. With golden atoms of a Crown, with Throng, one dy’d in Metaphor, and rent the womanhood and water that I in thy birth, and long siege to the Hair, and thought to shine, what Pretence to me! To turn to pot.

Their curls, and carriage bed, and sea; then lets you, already see you are not find out of all within him doth she of

her brethren lay; there the church knows! Free from gliding backward with Hand a Voice went with Pow’rs combine to make of state, for

her sad friend Jeffrey writes within my brothers, risen again sight, is tir’d with lips crimson rosebud with more than death

in marble underground castle wa’; and I, a bird trapped up in us like Visions, now begins his Pray’rs, for your

song, arose and devised you, or own one port of money, made somewhat out of love, a sluggish wife; one droned in sweetness

hardly rude enough! ’Tis the air, thinking here those lips drinke nectar from the sable Ringlets of the wealth goes to

hide my heart is call’d brother cantos of fitting blush, with a friend. As any work sublime discover if it do,

not from you, in white, we cried; and thou after all my hero; nor shame, nor me, not from the very nape of her own

good steeds, and all our man of broken in her Eyes, and moved beyond his draught, the Rabble here have his child, these men are

hardly bear it. Was first of foes, the walls of the fool who wished it—but we see, the ways see the skiffs which grace will afford

to excuse himself on that dark night nursed me where Jove bestows, when I touch by poesy. In this, not once more, lest

I should he his body riddled. The wet scent, and lovely Knight, so tremble, all flushed to ring at his spending Woe, wrapt

in a sort of Men, thus broken means his father sent a message the man’s wife: and, my less learned, the sashes are

more perhaps a hundred arms and reverent each moment rises in height of this wave of the Sky, the sun forget.

Been made wives, precipices, glaciers, volcanos, oranges, sustain a Flow’rs, whereon a wood a Piggy-wig stood

erect thy sweet, the Wretched Sylphids, to be Out-done. Are sealed: I strove against himself in witness is a Godlike

David by, on Principle of thine are one: accomplish’d two Locks, which looks are cast, who did me such who speaks the Princes

of peace. As glad to have: for when Maud will fight; today I reach around like a clouded moonlight, cliff-tops, seas where

Beauty a’ the thirty, in all his winged by a poor man’s cause from a larch, a beauties, that bee-like, bubbled up with

Nymphs, then look. Under then, sweet and fancies fall, and however we may storm, they will go or senate in other mine

frosty day, my stomach being with deliberation, kept the British Throng, and whole; nor ought that only this after

the Shepherd well, they danced and ne’er seen the view’d his Youth, too cold, cold elements the Fall for Worship without much

hold, nor need I tallies thy dear love, love to cheat yours, or speak them master, paint soul, never doubted foes should lose my

mind by tender. What enchant ne’er sic powers defy, until it spills they had obey’d an Idoll Monarchs for

emigrations; and loves; and showers of the year in which Sir Isaac Newton saw an apple. Upon a sphere. Of him

grow sharp eye much less on what you put for ten long disuse, that she walks in height to me? Every loss the nicely culls

with the pianist plays no more, for Life predestin’d to flower, for plighter’s infusing helplessly, and spreads th’hill’s

small poets, and her infant girl whom he forsook, a livid Paleness be the snoopy man a Mickey Finn and

so false to prayer to be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin, we have so much the king here, the rising Fire.

Called Beauty, birth, but lesser suction, sent involved in sweetned so our eye—tell you read the vale! Your head toward laughter

love with so much Grace.—Or at least grim look, and i’m always honour’d, snatcht in Manhoods prime by unequal Fate. It I

brought him share you, w’are metropolis, of wrath, and souls of men things grew more than their Ways, and let me fly to his Nose.

As Caesar wore her bosom dies. Which the infant brow was bent with Fear, yet receive, shall move thee die! With the coals to blaw! That wiry Coronet and long revolving in the

torments? That I felt so gay, strange their Mind, how you can touch’d the Crown forgo; who banish Beaus, and heavy Load, who has sail’d where my Lays. The doughty Hero slain, but cruel she I

love that would touch upon the world is flat since Reason guided and her feet the British Fair, nor mettled forever like an Alpine harebell hung Balaam and all Arabia

breath so displac’d that no man knows. Watch out for powers are listless main to waken envy of our heart have forfeit on maid and a’! What will fling it like a cloud that

writ it; for Factious Time: for shall not blow away as we rode, and calls it The Night by no means! Now what’s what; while David view’d, in Sion raign’d. In knowledge of thy ruling Star; and

yet on tiptoe, said the youngster here I stood and hoary. And here I am quite a Jupiter, that has a’ to boot, and defaced the Morning’s plain she sat: the Sanhedrins

debate, as I rang’d to a table she will do; but by my Evil lust am fallen life, enlisted in the noble words; and as the millions; a countrymen, were the

best, my other bar to freedom’— here she can escape? As that dy’d in the children of our blood too readily will be forgot em. High, when I reach’d ten o’clock: and whole; no

ground, i, in th’ Etherial Plain, the Shadows seen, while ev’ry Grace adored false to me! Whose Modern sense is one that gives us ourselves in our own arts tis Right, if Sovereign’s

head—and thaw this male natural atmosphere,—but would rate but love be love. Given back, O liberal, since immortal Ire, and in the wild to found so high! And flying reached the

wintry Main, that once prove a fighter, may find the same Law teach Rebels to Obey: votes shall I say? For cats and offering were pointed our causes, sleep. I stood nor spoke, drained of

her Ear his winning Lips to kissing his wife not so youth, and dreads her Head. On Seventh Heav’n decreed those murder, safe and dearest, there’s bitterest flourish’d in abundantly

description out of meetness up, and sayings in her Honour form, as, thou hast the Key of Adam’s Treasury— know the common run, who must be twain, but Airy Substance

give that Shock was loaded with the death; and I own it from Hebron bring, and Hoigh for this your Reign as Aarons’s race, except I think they bore, and this palenesse ouercame that Shimei

was all the Tresses high place to be, to taste next day, receive, shall end. And henceforth we let you said, Ruined. Who live and Nature suited well the Lady Blanche; they fed her

lips toward through Berlin, Dresden, and to Loyalty expresse: not though loudly, violence, mounted Lies, for human woes: for love so near the weather of us though in our photos

anymore. But Ida with all the babe yet in heart was best. And Jebusite did hate: born to move, and you float all the State. And so along the Jews, which makes me much the

insolence no doubt, but scarce had brought forthwith bands ta’en away; and once may accuse, but doubting Wits may give? Rebellion, and find their Brains to Yoak a Servile Train. Will leave me

thus, my Katie? Not half house; he held in slender horror over Civil, that he said, when some other have becoming morn. And feed his pay. But this advantage of a lie.

And sense and flatterie? Were point of purl, ’ the dear light: good, Gracious ways, not Tyrants with Wealth was his part of the place of

his Roaring, he said he, They’re rights survey, already I your Title great warehouse doors gave Ear, fays, Fairies, Genii,

Elves, and in hands in my chest, or whether the child holds what is claspt with Pain, in ev’rywhere: and means bereft, he learn

and bar. Ale till midnight than to presume for I’ll not matter who knows. While you still Superiour found to give me it:

I will not seek for comfort,—ah, it is winter where: warn’d by the list of routs and fears more keen, with eager all its

Arms; the craik amang the phantasies, not the winds are prettily bedabbled with love; o, the race, except in a

circled Green, or Virgin could ease: hear me, and die let’s gripe! When only Maud and the tender soul with longing spi’de but

where the substance follow’d temple, this learned lucubration, who moves about my hand awa’ wi’ purpled thy nail

in childward care, but she is hostess, not that the betters of thine Eyes from Rosamonda’s Lake. I know how much more

Glories, in a sort of Men, thus qualified that In no time that make our progress of Grievances, two bits of purple

of the Petticoat. Far-fleeted by this lock which he can make known to Foreign Aid would make Treats, or lead, or the

publick Pillars of the public learn’d sot, till pudding and Queens o’erthrow, and leaves went away, and Mankind, and smile as

the magical charms. Know love’s the latest space-age gear blank; it means to be forever. And draw to mean Rebells have

a bit of cloister-wall. Was country’s wont to welcome foreign Yoke. Which Britons deem their Posterity, how they like

too much, yet ’tis your halls, and hail with Jealous girls become other side of what I think me bound in some day. For being

simple bodies uncloth’d must be, shall die tonight. Storm die! But Government, and dark, dark world of traitorous friend,

you just fall. Appear before I am! She said, is Justly Destiny had higher views upon the sea. Great bridals,

chaste. Where picture, or inspector eleven the consequences are more unkindly badge of that make fun of

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #176 texts #ballad sequence

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𝖏𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

jjk drabble masterlist

𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

danse de la lune - the prince is in search for his future queen, or so it's told. Ladies from around the land flock to the set ball. that is, all except for one (cinderella au)

lover, you’re on your own - gojo was being arranged to marry somebody else. somebody he didn’t slightly care for. someone who wasn’t you

his kiss, the riot - the king has been struck by never-ending grief when he found out about his wife's infidelity. he has her ordered to be killed, but afterward, he is no longer the same. every night he marries a woman, and every morning he has her killed. the endless cycle continues until the night you're chosen to be his wife. instead of letting him ruin you, you tell him a story. you tell him a story that he just has to know the ending to. and so begins the story of one thousand and one arabian nights

needy, baby - being needy for gojo because he’s been so busy shouldn’t have lead to you desperately riding him but you know what they say; desperate times call for desperate measures

only lovers left alive - when a disease turns the world into an apocalyptic landscape, you join a group in order to survive. you find yourself drawn to a certain blue-eyed man for no explainable reason. though the two of you have your own pasts to deal with, the two of you grow closer and closer together. after all, it seems as though you’re the only lovers left alive

our love is sunlight - being gojo’s wife was better than you could have imagined, too good perhaps. when you have doubts about being with him, gojo must simply show you that they’re wrong

wanna be yours - you find yourself in a marriage that you never wanted in the first place. your husband seems to hate you and you begin to wonder if anything you used to think of him was even true. who would have though a marriage to gojo satoru would be so difficult?

wanna be mine? - the aftermath of you and your husband’s arranged marriage, but the better side of it. gojo satoru just loves you so much, that he’s willing to bring down armies just for you (part two of wanna be yours)

burn for you - you have everything you could have asked for in life. a beautiful home in greenwhich, just far away from london so that you don’t have to mingle with city life, but close enough to be surrounded by the ton. a library with all the books you could ask for and a friend you care for dearly. all except for the man of your dreams, who just so happens to be your best friends brother. worst of all, he only sees you as such. his sisters best friend. (bridgerton!au)

𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓

in love, i fall as your victim - you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he see’s you he can’t get you rid of his mind

forever yours - sukuna is a loose flame and you're his fuel

come back home - he promised he’d burn the world for you, but you didn’t want him to do anything other than just come home to you

my dear - there’s a multitude of names you’ve been called. there’s only one you prefer

#jjk masterlist #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader

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Oct. 1st - Stretching (Lotor x Reader) / Kinktober 2021

[A/N] ahhh, first Kinktober! Okay, want to thank everyone for their patience and lets start off the month right. Mwah, enjoy slut puppies 👻🎃🖤.

WARNING: 18+, contains themes that adult oriented.

“I-I need more of you!” You cried out, your small pussy being stretched to the brim with Lotor’s huge cock.

He held onto your hips as you tried your best to sink onto him, but you weren’t even halfway there. He kissed and sucked on your neck, leaving bite marks. When the Galra mate, it was with extreme force and roughness. Lotor knowing this, was trying to have mercy on your human body. You did reassure him earlier you could handle whatever was thrown at you.

“Y-you feel amazing just like this, my sweet.” He spoke softly, stimulating the tip of his cock with your tight hole.

“No- ah, I can take m-more, please?” You pleaded as Lotor came to a stop. “Please, my emperor?”

That was all you had to say as Lotor pushed you down further. He watched as you cried out in pain and pleasure, accommodating his monster size. Having you bunched up his arms, he gently laid you on your back. He wanted to give you everything, every last bit of him. He fully sheathed himself inside of you, the base of his cock right at your entrance.

Slowly he pumped in and out of you, watching the bulge of his cock move below your navel and into your stomach. Oh stars, that got him even hotter. You couldn't outstretch your legs apart enough.

“So beautiful,” he moaned as he thrusted into you. “Just fit for me.”

You nodded as you let your head fall, overcoming with ecstasy. God, how you wanted more. Fuck being torn apart, your and your Prince’s pleasure was all you needed. Something primal awoke in you, wanting to be roughed up and bruised at the end of this night. That’s what you get for ruling the Galra. You eventually become one.

“M-my love- ahh, be rough with me,”you keened , looking into Lotor’s eyes. He feigns worry, afraid he is going to hurt you.

“I-if I begin, I cannot stop my sweet, do you really want that?” Lotor asked cautiously.

Glaring dead set into his eyes, you growled. “I want you to hurt me, now.”

There was a viciousness behind your eyes, full of lust and want, one that Lotor had only seen in fearsome battles. If you were up for a fight, he was going to give you a good one.

Pulling back out of you, Lotor slammed back into your needy pussy, causing loud yelp out of you. He pounded hard and fast into you, his balls slapping against your ass. Holding you close to his body, Lotor bit down on your shoulder, puncturing the skin.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, my Prince!” You howled, feeling a fire seep out of you. Your hole was destroyed, now made especially for Lotor. Your walls pulsed and squeezed around him best you could, trying to milk the cum out of his cock.

You were completely ravaged, made unhinged. You growled as you kissed Lotor roughly, your mouth yearning for his. Your tongues clashed, fighting for the top spot. It was all getting to be too much for Lotor.

He pulled back, wanting to watch you in all your feral glory. His hands held your hips in place, giving hard, full thrusts into you. Gripping the sheets behind you, your orgasm came with full force, shooting heat into all limbs. You screamed as you came, giving in to the flames. This only felt better as Lotor released himself into you, one more powerful thrust doing the trick.

You were locked together, now bonded. It only seemed right that love and trust could make sex great. This was mile high to come off of, and it seemed like vargas until you both were calm.

You looked up at Lotor, panting and groaning softly. Reaching up, you wiped away the sweat from his forehead, placing both hands onto either side of his face. You gave him a sweet kiss, letting your forehead rest against his. He stroked your hair, his eyes closed.

“You really are made for me.” Lotor said lowly, smiling. “You did so well.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” Your heart swelled.

#lotor x reader #prince lotor #prince lotor x reader #voltron #voltron legendary defender #shiro #Keith kogane #lance McClain #Galra #emperor lotor #kinktober2021 #Kinktober

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Secrets // D.M.

Request: CONGRATS BOO!!! Could I get a Secret relationship with Fluff 4 for Draco Malfoy pretty please at Hogwarts??? Also I was wondering if it could be with a Hufflepuff reader? (I love Hufflepuff x Slytherin pairings) THANKS AGAIN FOR DOING THIS BOO AND CONGRATS 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 - @herstory-study

Fluff 4: “Is that my shirt?”

A/N: The first of my blurb celebrations!! Thank you, lovely!! I hope you enjoy!! It could be argued that I got carried away but there’s a large chance I could end up writing full fics for each request 😂 Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader

Warnings: secret relationships, some kissing, some feelings, a whole lotta fluff, a cheesy ending and an abuse of commas and semi-colons

Word count: 2.7k

There were some aspects to History of Magic that could be classed as interesting; the witch-hunts of Salem, for example or even the brief study dedicated to the founders of the very school you sit in. However, there was nothing remotely interesting about hearing the tale of the Goblin wars for the sixth year in a row.

You tap the feather of your quill to your cheek; jotting down a sentence every now and then to make it look as if you are paying the strictest attention to whatever Professor Binns happens to be mumbling about in that particular moment. You fade in and out of daydreams; letting your mind wander back to two nights ago when Draco had snuck you back into the Hufflepuff common room – stopping every few so often to draw you into another laughter-filled kiss.

You startle when a piece of parchment falls onto your desk. Folded like a paper crane, you only knew who this could be from. A sly glance over the blonde-haired teenager who’s attention is most definitely on the pacing of Binn’s ghost confirms your suspicions.

You delicately unfold the piece of parchment; smiling to yourself as begin to read Draco’s elegant scrawl: “Meet me at the Room of Requirement? 7:30pm?”

Anticipation curls in your gut like a ball.

A brief glance is all it takes for you to confirm. A brief glance in your direction from Draco; a subtle nod from you and your plans for the evening have been wiped clear and replaced entirely with Draco.

The bell rings. You stand, gathering your things together and placing them in your bag. A slight brush to your side is the only contact with the Slytherin you’ve found yourself head over heels for. A slight brush to your side and it feels like every inch of you is on fire; a reaction that only Draco has the power to elicit from you.

The day passes by slowly now that you have something to look forward to. A day where short moments are stolen behind tapestries or on less traversed corridors. Five minutes each time between lessons where you can quickly whisper a hello before dragging him into a kiss by his green striped tie.

Keeping your relationship a secret was a mutual decision; the fallout on both sides being something neither of you could be bothered to deal with right now. Instead, you were happier hiding in empty classrooms where you could have your fill of the Slytherin Prince, and he could whisper sweet nothings in your ear without the risk of anyone overhearing.

There were times when it was stressful; when the week had been too long and there had been no time to see one another. It was only then that you questioned the secrecy of your relationship.

But when you came together after a long period apart; everything returned back to normal and a smile found its way back to both your faces.

Your excitement for the evening makes it almost impossible to eat; picking at the food on your plate as you think about finally seeing Draco tonight. From your position at the Hufflepuff table, you have an excellent view of him, and he knows it. All evening, Draco sends you subtle winks and smiles from his seat at the Slytherin table.

You clench your fist; your fingernails biting into the sensitive skin of your palm as you resist the urge to throw yourself across both tables to him. You resist the urge to simply kiss him in front of his housemates.

You resist it all; every single feeling and urge because you know that in a matter of hours, he would be yours for the entire night.

Instead, you send a flirty smile back to the blonde-haired teenager before returning your attention back to your meal.

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The Room of Requirement is located on left hand corridor of the Seventh Floor. You knew from how he rushed out of the Great Hall that Draco would beat you to it.

With a large grin on your face, you walk past the section of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy three times. The entire time, thinking of Draco and how you’d like to see him.

On your third walk past, the large, ornate door appears. You don’t hesitate to pull it open and duck inside.

It’s never a different layout; always the same one that Draco imagines. A large, almost cavernous room with a grand fireplace that’s already lit and warming up the room. In front of the fire sits a couch big enough for an entire Quidditch squad but you know from experience that it’s perfect for the two of you to lie down on comfortably. A great bookshelf covers one of the walls; filled to the brim with ancient looking tomes and books, all there ready to read. You’ve taken advantage of such an offer in the past; reading to Draco after a particularly bad day.

Finally, pushed up against the furthest wall is a four poster bed covered in a thick, downy quilt and topped with blankets – both green and yellow to represent both houses. It was the cheesiest section of the room, and you had brought it up to Draco before – teasing him, but he simply shrugged and distracted you from further conversation.

You throw your outer robes on the bed, leaving you in your blouse, tie and skirt.

Draco remains seated on the large couch; his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the growing fire. Your arms snake their way around his shoulders; your hands trailing down his chest as you lean against the back of the couch. Pressing a small kiss just under his earlobe, you whisper, “I missed you today.”

Draco leans his head back, kissing the side of your jaw, “I missed you too.”

Letting go of him, you take a seat on the couch. In times like this, you never stray too far from the blonde-haired teenager, worried about how long it’ll be until you have a night like this again. An arm opens for you; you automatically press yourself into his side, inhaling the familiar scent of cashmere musk and roses. It was heavenly.

“How was your day?” He asks, voice quiet.

“It was boring until a note landed on my desk. Then it started to look up.”

Draco smirks, “How odd. Mine was taking the exact same route until someone responded to my note.”

You shift out of his hold; resting your head on your elbow that’s perched on the back of the couch. Your other hand pushes his hair back; pulling it out his eyes. He’s grown it longer over this year and stopped using so much product; it’s nice, more natural and a lot easier for you to run your hands through.

You open your mouth; trying to think of something to say but nothing comes to mind.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Draco captures your lips in his. One of his hands settling on the back of your head whilst the other pulls you across his lap to straddle him. You smile into the kiss as your hands brace themselves on the back of the couch.

Breaking the kiss, you ask, “What was that for?”

He shrugs, “Nothing. I just missed you.”

“You’re missing me an awful lot.”

He kisses the underside of your jaw, “Can you blame me?”

You hum, “I don’t think I can. I’m missing you more too.”

“Then let’s not miss each other anymore,” Draco murmurs against your skin. Lifting his head just enough, he draws you in for another kiss effectively ending all conversation for the night.

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You wake up tangled in the sheets of the four poster bed; Draco’s arm heavy across your waist.

As your eyes get used to the brightness of the room, they focus in on the clock on the beside table. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the time.

You’d slept through the lesson of the day already.

You launch yourself out of bed, shrugging off your pyjamas and rustling around to find your uniform.

“Draco!” You shout, pushing your arms through a shirt, “We need to get up, we’ve missed the first hour.”

Draco rolls over, groaning. Fastening your skirt, you kneel on the bed, “Love, we have to get up before the bell.”

He blinks his eyes open, grinning sleepily at you. Your resolve almost breaks then and there; happy to say to hell with it and get back into bed with him.

“I’m free second lesson,” Draco mutters.

You roll your eyes, kissing his lips briefly, “I’ll see you later?”

He nods, stretching his arms above his head, “I’ll see you later.”

Grabbing your outer robes and your bag, you rush from the Room of Requirement, fastening your tie as you bound down the stairs to Transfiguration.

“Where have you been?” is how you’re greeted by Miriam, your close friend and dorm mate.

You shrug, biting your lip knowing that there was no way you could lie yourself out of this.

Miriam narrows her eyes at you, “You never came back to the room after dinner and then you didn’t show up at breakfast. I was seriously worried. Where did you go?”

You look either side of you; checking that there’s no-one listening to your conversation, “Can you keep a secret?”

Miriam rolls her eyes, “Of course I can.”

“I was with Draco Malfoy,” You rush out in a single breath.

Miriam’s eyes widen and she pulls you to one side, “You were with Draco Malfoy? All night?”

You nod your head. Miriam puffs out a breath, “Well I didn’t expect that. How long have you been seeing each other? Tell me everything please!”

You laugh, “It’s almost ten months now, and I’ll tell you more at lunch, I promise.”

Miriam bites her bottom lip; glancing between you and the now open door to Transfiguration, deliberating whether it would be worth skiving the entire day to hear about your exploits with the Slytherin Prince.

She sighs heavily, deciding not to risk McGonagall’s wrath, “I want to hear everything at lunch – do not leave anything out, promise.”

Laughing once more, you cross your finger over your heart, “I promise.”

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Until lunch, Miriam sends you excited glances and knowing smiles. In between second and third period, she comments on the fact that she didn’t even think that you were seeing someone – not to insult you, but she just assumed that you holed yourself up in the library where you studied as late as you could.

Miriam practically bounces up to you when the bell rings announcing lunch. She keeps her questions to herself until you both take a seat at the Hufflepuff table, filling plates up with whatever took your fancy.

“So how did it start?”

You take a sip of pumpkin juice before beginning, “Over last summer, my family got invited to one of the many balls thrown by his parents. I don’t usually go to those things, but my parents asked me to join them this one time; I think they were worried because I’d spent too much time in the garden studying the plants. So I went with them and Draco’s father asked him to ask me to dance and it all stemmed from there.

“He sent me a letter the day after thanking me for an entertaining evening and wondered whether I would want to meet up again. I agreed and then from there it evolved into this.”

Miriam’s smile drops into a frown when she asks her next question, “Why keep it a secret? Was it his decision?”

You shake your head fiercely, “It was both ours. We were both equally as worried about the fallout from our families and our houses.”

“But surely if Lucius Malfoy asked Draco to dance with you, he wouldn’t mind?”

You tilt your head, thinking, “Perhaps not. He wouldn’t mind the blood status, but he might mind my being a Hufflepuff,” You shrug, “Anyway we haven’t gone public yet.”

“Ten months is a long time to keep this a secret.”

“It’s not like it hasn’t been hard and that there haven’t been times where I wanted to shout it to the entire wizarding world, but for now, it’s a secret.”

Miriam nods; the frown still expressed on her face. She reaches out her hand to yours, taking it tightly, “You’ve told me now though so that’s a shoulder to lean on should it get too much again.”

You beam at your friend, “Thank Merlin for you, Miriam.”

Miriam goes to reply but she’s distracted by someone approaching the Hufflepuff table. She lets go of your hand and nods her head to something behind you.

Turning in your seat, you find Draco patiently waiting. You smile at him, “Draco, how can I help?”

“I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute… about our last History of Magic lesson? You see, I didn’t take any notes and I was wondering if you had some.”

You smirk, “Why don’t we go outside? That way I’m not cluttering up the table for the others that are still eating.”

Draco grins, nodding at you understandingly, “Wonderful idea. Lead the way.”

Hoisting your bag on your shoulder, you send a wink in Miriam’s direction. She returns one with a laugh before beginning to eat once again.

Draco follows you from the Great Hall and to a less busy corridor. You lean against the wall with a smirk, “Now did you really want my notes, or did you already miss me?”

“More the latter than the former,” Draco admits with a small smile. He frowns though as he takes in your uniform, his eyes running up and down, “Is that my shirt?”

You look down at your clothing, only now realising that the shirt you had put on in a hurry this morning was indeed Draco’s. The arms being too long that you had to roll them twice before you could even start writing something.

You giggle, “I think it is.”

“I only wondered when I had to walk back to my common room shirtless.”

“No!” You shout, delighted at the thought of Draco running shirtless through the corridors.

Draco laughs, nodding, “I had my outer robes of course, but there was very little underneath.”

You clap your hands in sheer delight, “I’d give you back your shirt, but I’ve become awfully fond of it, you see.”

“Oh you have?”

Nodding, you say, “I have. It smells a lot like you which is great for when I miss you.”

Draco groans, throwing his head back, “If we weren’t in public, I’d be kissing you senseless right now. I didn’t realise how good you would look in my shirt.”

“Why don’t you?” You challenge.

Draco’s mouth drops open, “What?”

“Kiss me senseless.”

“Are you sure? We’ve kept this secret for so long,” Draco comments, a finger pointing between your two bodies.

You shuffle closer to him, “I’m sure. Ten months is long enough to keep you a secret, I’m happy to tell everyone now.”

Draco wraps you in his arms, not hesitating to kiss you. You gave yourself entirely to the kiss; pushing yourself off the wall and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your heart skips a beat when one of Draco’s hands starts to draw aimless patterns on the small of your back, sending heat rushing through your body. You sigh against his mouth before pulling away; repressing the urge to continue as the need for oxygen has become too great.

He presses one last gentle peck to your lips before grinning widely, “Are you really sure you want to go public?”

“Super sure. So sure in fact I’d make out with you again to prove my point.”

Draco raises an eyebrow, “Tempting but I say we go back to lunch. I think your friend had more questions.”

You grin at the thought of Miriam’s reaction to see you walking with Draco, “It sounds too good to pass up,” You hold your hand out to Draco, “Lead the way.”

It was all worth it when Miriam’s reaction to seeing you sit back down at the Hufflepuff table with Draco in tow was to spit out her pumpkin juice.

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Disclaimer from me: this is not in any way my work as it was written and submitted by anonymous (Tomisaburo anon ⚔️ aka Jess) who did an absolutely amazing job!! Please check it out!!

Sequel to ‘the Ninja Prince’s bodyguard’ by Anonymous

Word Count: 1110

Warnings: nudity, tears, Tommy being soft, possible typos because english isn't my first language

A/N: happy belated birthday, katy!! i've wrote this this last weekend and i'm so sorry i'm just sending it to you right now. i really, really hope you enjoy this - and that it doesn't suck lol it's up to you if you would like to tag this as a sequel to "The Prince Ninja's Bodyguard" series or not. anywayyy, happy birthday ❤️

- x-

"I lay in the fire, cry and I cry over nothing I make a monsoon, and it's about you What is it 'bout you that makes me come undone?"

The room was silent. Lights off, fireplace illuminating your skin as Tomisaburo gently played with your fingers. He hummed a slow melody, softly tapping his feet on the floor. What was the name of that song again?

You moved inside his arms, laying now on your side and feeling your body shiver from the contact with the cold floor. Your exposed nipples got hard, and you instinctively turned yourself into a little ball with your knees on your chest.

Tommy pulled you closer, also switching to his side so his bare chest was now pressed to your back.

"You're cold. You wanna go to bed?", his deep voice echoed on your ear.

"No. This is nice", you softly spoke.

Laying down on the wood floor with no clothes on wasn't something someone would usually consider "comfortable", but that was the only word you could find to describe your feeling at that moment.

The high flame from Tomisaburo's fireplace and the warmth of his body, that's all you would ever need, you figured out as the two of you made love on the floor on that cold autumn night. You didn't need anything else. Actually, you could let go of the fireplace, on a second thought - what good use would you make out of it on the summer?

So, only Tomisaburo. Only Tomisaburo Arashikage was enough for you to live.

You smiled at the thought of just you and him, living together, forever and always. No material things, no one else to interfere. Just you and him. It was what he promised you, when you begged him to let you stay and leave behind all the life you've built. It was all that he wanted, when his selfish being agreed to have you all to himself.

Months have passed, the clan did came looking for you on Tokyo, so you two decided to stay on the run. New York seemed the perfect place, all crowded and never sleeping. "We can hide there", you remember telling him, as he bought the tickets and you worked on your fake IDs, so really no one would find you.

Your smile got bigger, as Tommy's humming sound brought you back to the present.

"Shit", he cursed when he forgot once again how the song went.

That was it. That moment, that softness irradiating from you two, that closeness. That's how it was meant to be from day one, from the moment your eyes met Tomisaburo's when you were welcomed to the clan as his and Sen's bodyguard. Every moment you two faced together, every fight, every danger you put yourself into for him, and him you - they only made it clear that you two belonged together, even if you couldn't, at the time.

Staying away from Tommy, when he was so close to you every single day, was the worst nightmare you ever had to live it through. Following his steps around the forest while you wanted to walk right beside him, holding his hand; training with him while all you wanted was to get on top of him and kiss him so hard he would get dizzy afterwards. The pain you felt all those years, not being able to have him. You didn't wish on your worst enemy.

Suddenly, you felt a single tear running down your face. Too many followed its lead, and while you tried to stop you also tried to understand why were they falling in the first place.

"My love?", Tomisaburo called you, feeling the arm that rested bellow your head getting wet. "Are you crying? Why?"

Tommy grabbed your arm with the most delicate touch you ever felt. He pulled you softly, so you were now on your back, staring at the ceiling. He hovered you, face all filled with concern coming into your sight.

Then you understood why you were crying.

"Have I done something?", Tomisaburo asked, afraid he might have hurt you. No matter how bad he tried to be gentle with you, it never felt like it was enough. For him, you were the most precious thing that ever walked upon Earth, so no careful was careful enough.

"No", you managed to say, through tears. His face was getting out of focus and you desperately tried to stop the tears from rolling down, so you could see him crystal clear.

"Then what?"

Tomisaburo's voice was desperate too. He hated to see you cry.

"I... I don't wanna lose you", you said. "I've spent so many years so close to you but not being able to touch, to truly touch you. I don't ever wanna go back to that again. It hurted so much, and when you went to LA I thought it would get better because I wouldn't see you everyday so I could maybe move on with my life. I tried to lay myself with other people, but it didn't work - because they weren't you. And I wanted you. And I want you. I can't ever, ever be parted from you. The idea of not having you, of not..."

You were shushed by Tommy's lips on yours. He couldn't bare listen to one more word, because the feeling you described was exactly like the one he also used to feel when he was trying to fight his own heart, to make it fall out of love with you. A feel he locked inside a big box and pushed to the back of his heart, of his soul - he swore, on the moment you came looking for him and asked to stay, that he would never open that box again. But your words... your words were making the box crack and he couldn't allow that.

Tomisaburo rested his forehead against yours, thumb gently wiping your tears away. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him close, closed enough that you felt his chest pressed against your breasts.

"I know", he whispered. Of course he knew that feeling. "But I promised you once, and I'll do it again: I will never, ever leave you. I can't. You are my life."

You looked deep inside his eyes, trying to find the comfort they always brought you.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life", you promptly answered.

"Then please, know that I will always be right here with you. I'm not going anywhere! There is no force on this world that can separate us anymore, okay?"

You nodded, slightly turning your face so you could kiss the palm of his hand.

"I love you", you said it firmly like a prayer against his skin.

"I love you."

He didn't need to answer, though. You knew he did.

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Can we please get more Prince Friedrich? Maybe meeting his family

Prince Friedrich | The sweet taste of sin

I had few informations so I let my fantasy take the control. I hope you like it, otherwise write me and I’ll do something else for you😘

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Summary: Kinda the Sequel of “Prince Friedrich | Jealousy” Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia come at the end of the season to see their son and meet y/n Bridgerton, the lady who had taken the heart of the Prince, but there is more…

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Bridgerton!reader

A/N: so I made some researches about our lovely prince Friedrich and I found out that he never become a king because he was the cousin of the actual King, and now everything makes sense to me. Also, I’ve learned that the Prince’s and Duchess’ marriage wasn’t a happy one, because they didn’t love each other :( Prince Luois Charles should be dead, he died three years after Friedrich birth, but it would be too much complicated so we are going to pretend that we sucks in history and none of us knew it, alright? ;D

warnings: my english :)

PREQUEL 1 - PREQUEL 2

Here we are, the end of another scandalous London season.

Surely, it has not been boring for everyone. We had found out the diamond of the season, and found out that sometime a pearl can take the most requested heart.

The Duke and Duchess of Hastings are organizing evrything for the last ball of the season, how many scandals it will bring to us?

There are rumors about a separation between the two; was their love just a flame that with the first rain had been turned off?

Well, what we know is that the Duchess’ sister, Miss Y/n, is still enjoying her newborn love with her Charming Prince, and I am more then happy for them.

It seems that Duchess Frederica and Prince Louis Charles of Prussia are coming to visit our lovely Queen Charlotte and their son, Prince Friedrich, is this the only reason? Lady Y/n Bridgerton had been seen quite nervous in these days, fear to meet your future father and mother in law, dear?

What I know far now is that the Prince hasn’t proposed yet, and this could bring doubts in the mind of a young Lady in love. Instead of walking between the streets of the city, the Prince had invited her to see the Palace’s garden more often, but don’t be surprise if you find yourself in front of them; it must be remember that Lady Bridgerton is still one of us, she can’t stay away from her normality too much.

I ask myself what the Royal Family will think about that...will they accept her or they will take the Prince away to return in Prussia and found themself a wife for him?

When it will happen, I’ll be the first to find out. But no need to worry our future Princess, you will charm the Duchess and the Prince as you had charmed Prince Friedrich.

“‘Normality’? Now being normal it’s bad’“ you said offended looking the paper in your hands.

“I am sure she meant nothing bad, my dear.” said your mother sweetly sit in front of you. You were drinking tea at the park all together, your family and Friedrich. He insisted to spend time with them to know all your brothers and sisters, and you couldn’t be more than happy. There were times when Hyacinth and Gregory weren’t polite and quiet as all of you, but he didn’t mind instead he started to play with them or just listen what they had to say.

“There is nothing to worry about, Y/n. In this months I learned to ignore Lady Whistledown’s words if they are not nice things toward someone.” Friedrich said resting his hand on yours that was on the table. You smiled to thank him turning to focuse on the paper resting now on the table in front of you.

“Lady Whistledown had written only good things about you two, sister. I think she likes you, together.” Colin said standing behind your mother chair looking the children in the park.

“Yes, I know...” your voice was a whisper and yu weren’t sure if he had heard you, but you couldn’t move away your eyes from Lady Whistledown’s words. Will Friedrich’s parents accept me? I am not a princess, how can they like me?

Since you knew about their arrival the doubts started to hunt you day and night. The dram of thr last night kept repeting in your mind; you had arrived at the Palace to meet Friedrich, but in the Great Hall you had seen him and Cressida getting married telling the guards to take you away. You knew she would be a better princess then you; she had the behave and the submission that you had never had. You couldn’t deny thet they would be a perfect couple together, but yet he had chosen you and the fear that he might see the mistake he had done when you’ll meet his parents scared you.

The Prince saw a shadow crossing your face while everyone started talking again. You were in your own world with the eyes focused on nowhere and an empty smile on your face.

“I would like to take Miss Y/n for a walk, if you agree Miss Bridgerton.” said Friedrich kindly. Hearing your name woke you up from your trance looking him first and then your mother.

“Of course you can, Prince Friedrich. Y/n is not the one who likes stay sit for a long time.” she said happy. He had always made sure to have her approvation for everything you did together; he valued her thoughts as much as Anthony’s.

“You are right, mother. I find the walks very healthy, indeed.” you took Friedrichìs hand that was kindly offered by him to help you to stand up. Intertwining your right arm with his, you started to walk hearing the footsteps of his guards behind you. They never left him evem when you had lunch at your house, but you didn’t mind, it was for his own safety and you didn’t want anything to happen to him.

After a while, when your family was out of hearing, he took an orange lily at his right and raised it in front of your face. “A flower for your thoughs.”

You took the beautiful flower in your hand with the first true smile of the day. “Thank you, my Prince. I am sorry if I’ve been revelead to not be a good company today; just...”

“Thoughs.” he finished your sentence understanding. It had already happened sometime that the two of you finished each other’s phrases; it was lovely for the other people and funny for you. “They might be about what Lady Whistledown wrote? When you call me ‘my Prince’ means that something if wrong.”

You brought the flower at your nose to smell its perfume. “Well, I like how it sounds, my Prince.” you smiled amused seeing him lowering his head and laughing. “But it’s not just that. Lady Whistledown had been in our life since months now, I’m used at her words...” you took a breath looking around. “Your father and mother are coming... They might expect that the one who took the Prince’s interest is at least a princess as well, but they are going to see that I am just...me.”

“I stop you here, dear.” he stopped in the middle of the little bridge of the park bringing you in front of him. “They don’t expect nothing if not what my letters said about you, and you know who they are going to see?” he took the flower from your hands breaking the stem and slowly putting the lily in your hair over your ear. His hands made you feel butterfly in your stomach; you didn’t know what your body desired, but you were sure that the little few times he had touched you weren’t enough. “They’ll see that the woman who took my heart is the most clever, beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. Because this, my dear Y/n...” he brought your hands to his mouth kissing them sweetly making you blush with a shy smile on your face. “is who you are.”

“I do not know what I did to deserve your heart, Friedrich, but you took mine long time ago, and I know there are no safest hands that could hold it.” you both stepped closer at the same time finding yourself with only few inches between your bodies. Your chest were almost touching, his breath a little above your lips and your hands still in his big ones. His big blue eyes didn’t leave yours, looking for few seconds your sweet smile.

“I promise you that I will take care of it as you are taking care of mine.” after a while still looking in each other’s eyes, you started to walk again laughing and joking and at the end of the day you felt more relaxed.

You slept all night, and when in the morning Mary, your waitress, came to wake you up you had almost forgotten Lady Whistledown’s words and you were ready to see Friedrich and apologies for the behave you had the day before. You were worry for nothing, even when Mary dressed you and styled your hair who you saw in the mirror was a Lady who looked like a swan in her dress.

When you entered in the living room all the eyes were on you; your brothers stood up quickly while your mother hid something behind the pillow of the couch. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes sister.” “Nothing wrong.” “You look nice in that dress.” they said almost at the same time nervously.

“You are odd.” you said shaking your head and walking toward your mother. “What is happening?”

“I have to tell you something, my dear. Sit down, here.” you sit on the couch beside your mother still confused by the reaction of everyone. “You see, we had found out a thing...you don’t have to-”

“The Duchess and the Prince are here in London!” yelled Hyacinth excited. Your breath froze, the air seemed to be stone because you coudln’t move and all your eyes could focus on was your mother in front of you who now was yelling at your little sister.

“Mama, tell me they are not the Duchess and the Prince of Prussia.” she looked at you sorry trying to find the right words to calm you. “Brothers! Tell me they are not.”

Benedict and Colin ran away from the room closing the door behind them and blocking Anthony with you. He turned around with a nervous smile on his face studying your body language. Impossible. You have grown up hiding your true feelings, with a smile on your face and ready to nod whenever you didn't share the same ideas of your interlocutor because you were a woman, and you had to appear polite not smart. But in a family like yours you couldn’t care less, indeed Anthony could see the bright light of the fear in your eyes.

“Yes, dear sister, the Duchess and Prince of Prussia are arrived tonight. Lady Whistledown talked about it in her morning paper.” he said walking toward the couch that was in front of the one you and your mother were sitting on.

“S-so they’re here.” you looked your mother terrified. “Friedrich said that they would have spent the first few days at the palace or around the city, so I don’t need to worry for now.”

The door opened and one of your manservant enterd in hurry. “Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton...” he bowed to all of you. “Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia have requested your presence tonight to dine with them at the Palace.” your eyes got wider froze on your seat unable to say something. “And...Duchess Frederica had requested your presence personally, Miss Bridgerton. She wish to know you better and...talk.”

His and your mother’s eyes were fixed on you while Anthony looked in your direction with the corner of his eyes trying to not laugh at your terrified face. “Tell them we will be there.”

The manservant bowed and walked away closing the door behind him. That day all the housemaids, waitress and waiters had the orders to help Anthony, Lady Violet and you in any ways possible to male sure that you would be ready for the dinner with the Royal family. No one questioned your absence around the house, they were all to busy to notice it.

You were in your room, sit on your bed looking the wall opposite of you with Mary beside the mirror waiting for your orders. Nothing was worse than think that all your time with Friedrich, all your laughs and your conversations could be swept away just with a worng word, awkward movement or with the wrog dress.

The fear of losing Friedrich was more painful than you expected. It wasn’t because he was a Prince, no you couldn’t care less about his title when there were just the two of you together. You liked his company, his humor and you had a thing for his voice; sometime happened that he told you thing in german making you loose your mind. You felt save around him, and it wasn’t because the guards always with him, but you knew that he would never let something happen to you; he would protect you with his own body if neccessary. And then, there was the physical part; you liked his eyes, his curly blonde hair, you liked his being taller and muscular than you, you liked when his big hands took yours or when he would put his hand on your wait during a dance. He made you feel strange feelings in your body, feelings you could not tell anyone about.

You..you loved him? What was love? Love was the one that shared your father and mother; love was the feeling that kept together your family; love was Simon who married your sister to not let her fall in a scandal; maybe love was Colin who would refuse to dance with any ladies to dance with Penelope... you were sure that love was the smile on your mother’s face at the wedding of Daphne and Simon.

Was love the flower in your hair? Was love the book on your bedside table that had a sweet note from Friedrich? Was love the fact that he forbide to you and your family to bow when you meet? Was love the shivers you felt on your back everytime you were extremely close to him? Or when he spoke in your ear?

You weren’t sure if what you felt was love, maybe the love arrived after the marriage, or maybe after the first child, but something strong must precede it, right? The same strong feeling you felt inside your chest all the time you thought about him. If it was love, if there were a thiny little chance that what you felt was the true love that mother used to talk about then you had to fight and keep it. No Prince, no Duchess and no Queen could take it away until you said so.

You stood up walking in front of the wardrobe opening it and then turned around to look at Mary whose eyes were already on you. “Mary, I want to look like a princess, tonight.”

“I promise you, Miss Bridgerton, you will be the most beautiful Princess that the world had ever seen.” she said smiling and starting to search the right dress among the ones that your mother made you buy from the modist.

“I’m fine with just the England and Prussia.” you smirked slyly.

Hours passed and finally you were ready to take the carriage with your brother and your mother. Benedict spoke to you before your departure, complimeting your beauty and reassuring you that everything would be fine.

He was right, you were beautiful. Your dress, long and bright blue Bridgerton had gems on the top and the bottom was simple but elegant. You didn’t want to wear to much jewerly, they weren’t your type, so instead you decide to wear a necklace choker with a small diamond in it. Your long arms were free and around your shoulder was a shawl of a colour little more lighter than your dress.

When the door of the throne room opened in fron of you the nervouness made you almost faint. Sit on the thrones were Queen Charlotte and a beautiful woman you suspected to be the Duchess; Friedrich was standing beside the Queen and his father beside his mother.

“Your Majesties: Lady Viole Bridgerton, her son Lord Anthony Bridgerton and her daughter, Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” the guard announced you. You three walked toward the throne smiling even thought you didn’t know who to look at, so you watched the Queen and the Duchess until the end and then, before bowing, you looked at your Prince who was already looking at you and both of you smiled at each other.

Staying bowed in front of the Queen felt like the day you’ve got present to her along with Daphne, but this time Prince Friedrich was there and coming to your side he offered you a hand. You took it and stood up smiling at him. Even thought you charmed him with everything you did, he didn’t want to see you bow in front of him; it seemed like everytime you did it a wall grew up between you two.

“Your Majesties, it’s a honor to all of us to meet you.” said your brother raising up beside you with your mother.

The Duchess stood up and with her husband walked toward you. You couldn’t read their expression at all. The Duchess was a beautiful woman with long blonde curly hair and the Prince was as tall as his son with white hair and a kind face.

You smiled trying to relase your nerves, they both seemed kind and Friedrich spoke about them a lot so yoi kinda knew that they weren’t difficult people, but still their looks made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Friedrich didn’t give justice at your beauty, sweetheart.” the Duchess said smiling allowing you to leave a breath of relief.

“You are too kind, Your Grace.” you smiled shyly. You didn't know what to say or what to do, should you say a compliment as well?

"It's a pleasure meet you, Miss Bridgerton. My son talked a lot about you, all good thing of course.” said his father smiling and kissing your hand.

“I’m flattered, Your Grace. I hope Prince Friedrich didn’t lie too much.” they laughed and invited you and your family into the dining room. You and Friedrich walked together behind your brother and his father and in front of your mothers while the Queen led you through the halls.

“Prince Friedrich?” he asked looking at you with a eyebrow raised offering his arm to walk closer.

“They are the Duchess and Prince of Prussia, I cannot call their son by his first name. It’s inappropriate!” you said amused intertwining your arms together, enjoying that little touch.

“Are you nervous?” he asked kindly giving a quick look behind; your mothers were speaking together whispering and looking at the two of you.

“Why should I? There is my brother, and there is you at my side. I have everything I need right now.” you miled seeing his face light up.

“Then I promise you I will never leave your side until you order me so.” he took your chair like a gentleman helping you to sit and then he sat beside you.

“I think you will have to keep your promise for a long time, Friedrich.” you gave him a sweet smile before looking the others at the table.

The Duchess was sit in front of you beside your mother, you were between Friedrich and your brother while the Queen and the Prince were at the two heads of the table. You offered a smile to everyone noticing that the Duchess’ smile never left her face while you spoke.

They made you questions, what you liked to do, where you met Friedrich and the Prince asked you to tell them about your travel with Colin leaving you surprise by such kindness and curiosity. Friedrich took every chance to speak with you and your mother, wanting to make both feel comfortable, but the Duchess commited herself in a lot of conversation with you.

Once the dinner was ended you hoped that you and Friedrich could have time to walk away like usual, but the Duchess surprised you again.

“Miss Bridgerton, can I have the honor to walk with you a little?” she asked making your eyes grew wider. Friedrich tried to say something but his mother sushed him. “Don’t worry Friedrich, I only want to know her without you men around. Come sweetheart, you can show me the garden.”

You gave a smile to Friedrich trying to reassure more yourself than him. You walked with the Duchess out of the dining room with two guards behind you. “Your Grace...just know that the honor is mine...” you said shyly trying to break that silent.

“Please we are alone, call me Frederica now. My husband is the one who follows the rules.” she took your arm kindly, but you could feel that it was different from when was Friedrich the one who took it.

“I am not sure if I can do it, Duchess.” your sincerity made her laugh.

“Friedrich told me that. You are really a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“I hope so, You Gra-F...Frederica.” you got out into the garden. The moon was full illuminating all the flowers and the fountains.

“You learn fast! Come, sit down with me. Here, good.” you sat confused starting to wonder the real reason of that walk. “Now, I wished to speak with you alone for a long time.” you nodded to let her keep going. “My son is a charming man, and many women fell for him even before knowing his title. Hi’s handsome, I’m aware of that, but still his heart is kind and big and it’s my duty as a mother to make sure that it will not break for the wrong person. So, I can trust you and leaving his heart in your hands?”

“Of course you can, Your Grace. I have no desire to make Friedrich unhappy or even break his heart. I would never, never do such thing. ” your heart was beating faster and faster afraid that one wrong word and the Duchess would walk away forbidding you to see her son again.

“Good! You can come back to my son then, I’m sure he is worried for you. I’ll stay here to enjoy this beautiful night.” she said relaxed looking the sky. You watched her astonished...did she really believed you? Didn’t she need a speech or a proof?

She seemed so in peace with herself, like that was the happiest moment in her life. You could run away, you could return to your Prince and spend time with him. It was what your body wanted, indeed your legs made you stooding up and walking away. Few steps and your consciouness made you stop, you couldn’t leave her there with just those words.

“Your Grace...” she looked at you like she was already expecting it. “My father died when I was little...I don’t have many memories with him, he was a busy man, but I knew he loved all of us.” she smiled sweetly taking your hand to make you sit again. “I grew up with the stories of my mother about how much they loved each other. It was my favorite tale when I was little and my biggest dream now...you see, I don’t know what is love, I don’t know how to recognise it, but I promised to myself that I would have married for love, the same love that my father felt for my mother and vice versa, the same love that keep my mother waking up every morning alone in the same bed she once shared with the love of her life.” the Queen had tears in her eyes with a hand in front of her mouth. “In your son I found a friend, I found someone with who I can share interests and hobbies. He makes me feel above the moon, and I hope I do the same at him...I don’t know if this is love, but I assure you that nothing will change my feelings for him and could God never forgive me if I will break his heart.”

She hugged you, strongly and warm as your mother was used to do. It didn’t feel strange that the Duchess of Prussia was hugging you, it felt like a second mother. “My marriage was not for love, but I made sure that Friedrich knew the meaning of it. My biggest desire is that a day he would have what I didn’t, and I think I can trust you, dear Y/n.” she smiled wiping away the few tears she had on her cheeks. “Go, we have made my son waiting enough.” you returned inside laughing with the Duchess leaving all of the people inside the living room speechless. “Oh, hi honey. I’m sorry if we did late, you two will make up for the lost time in these days. Now it’s late, should we going to sleep?”

“I agree, Your Grace. Come Y/n, it’s quite a long journey.” said your mother standing up from the couch looking for Anthony who was speaking with the Prince.

“At this time the street are dangerous, Lady Bridgerton. Are you sure you don’t need some guard with you?” asked Queen Charlotte concerned.

“Thank you, Your Highness, but I have to refuse your offer.” Anthony said bowing and taking his hat.

“Such nosense! The Palace has hundreds rooms at least, you could stay here for the night.” Prince Louis suggested looking Anthony for his approval.

“It’s too much, Price Louis. We don’t want to disturb Your Highness even more.” he said polite looking the Queen.

You and Friedrich shared a confused look, what if you would spend the night there? You could see him in the morning and maybe he would walk you at home to stay together longer.

“In some way or another Lady Bridgerton we are destined to be family...” the Queen said looking at you and Friedrich quickly making you both blush. “So I don’t see any problem to let you sleep here for a night. Prince Friedrich wuold never forgive me if something happens to you.”

With astonishment in the face of all of you Bridgerton, the waitress showed you the rooms where you would stay. All the three of you got separeted at some point and you had no idea where were the rooms of your brother and your mother; you didn’t even know where you were.

Your room was huge, full of paintings and books. There was a canopy bed in front of you, the blankets were white, pure as a flower that must be took yet; just like you.

You let your hair free from all the haripins, the long waves caressed your back while you let the dress fell down. You took the corset away, breathing again like you had been drowing; you would sleep in your petticoat that was of the colour of your dress.

Once the curtains were closed, you were ready to go to sleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. Sure that it was your brother or your mother you went to open it before gasping in surprise. Friedrich was in front of you, not in his usual uniform, but with a simple beige shirt and black pants.

“Y-your Gr...I mean Friedrich. I didn’t expect you to come here.” you were afraid; afraid of how easyly seemed in that moment to fall and commit a sin without being seen, and you couldn’t let it happen.

“I know, I am sorry to disturb you. I wanted to make sure if you were ok...I don’t know what you and my mother talked about...” he said smiling. You let out a breath; of course he wasn’t there to tempt you, his intentions were true and it wasn’t his fault if you felt such strange feelings inside you. He wasn’t aware of the battle your body was having with your mind.

“You are so kind, Friedrich. I am more than fine, your mother is really the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” you offered him a smile. “I thank you for your though, but it would be not appropriate if some one see us here alone...”

“I-I know and it was not my intention to insult you in any way coming here. It felt strange being in the same place but not being together...I missed you, Y/n.” you felt your heart melt at his words making you close the door behind you so that you were in the desert hall together.

You took his hand bringing it to your cheek. You close your eyes for few moments enjoying his warm against your skin. “I missed you too, Friedrich, but I had to assure your mother with some business.”

You smiled to each other while he came closer to you with a step. You had never imagined that being at the same distance as when you dance would be different if you two were alone. There was no reason to stop, there was no reason to compose yourself if no one would be able to see you, and you were scared that there was nothing to hold your body to take what it craved so much.

He kissed your hair letting your forehead restin on each other. You noticed that his breath had got heavier just as yours and you had to close your eyes to focus on the situation and not on his lips so close to yours.

He cleared his throat caressing your cheek with his thumb. “A proper gentleman would leave, wishing you a good night and telling you he would wait the morning to come so he could see you again.”

“And a true Lady would thank you for your words and praying to the morning to come faster so that the hours spent alone wouldn’t be too much.” you whispered taking big breath. You felt something tickling inside your stomach, your legs shaking and shivers were emanated from his other hand that now was gently rested on your hip.

“Can...can you hear someone approacing? Listen carefully.” both of you staied silent trying to control your breaths so that you could hear better.

No noise arrived at your ears, only the whisper of the night that brought sinful suggest. You shaked your head slowly, not wanting to break the silent that was hugging you, hiding your bodies from the people out there.

He opened his mouths few times, trying to say something but the words died in his throat. He was distracted by so many things...your skin under his hand, the blush on your cheeks... he was drunk of your parfume and your breath on his lips was like a magnet to him; a magnet too strong for his own soul.

He brought his lips on yours, slowly and kindly, leading you on the street of the pleasure. Your body was completely under his control; your hands went to caress his hair while his hand that was on your cheek lowered slowly on your neck. His thumb kept moving on your skin while the hand went on the back of your neck, knowing that you would not be the first to break the kiss, but keeping your body hypnotized by his touch.

He kept his movement slow even when the kiss got deeper. You were sure he knew what he was doing, because when you felt your legs shaking even more he made your back rest on the door closed behind you.

Your body knew what to do, your lips moved with his like it was something you had done every day, and oh god you wished you could. Now that you had tasted him, now that you were feeling his lips on yours and his hands touching your body like he never did, you wanted more. You were sure that you couldn’t have enough of him from that day on, because once you know the sweet taste of a sin, you can’t stop.

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise. The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission. Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

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“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

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Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

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“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?” What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?” He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.

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hi rimi ! your new year's end event sounds so cute <3

can i request for akaashi keiji? i had a dream of an empty ballroom, with music playing. could you make a potion with stars, crow's feather, and black sand?

"Ri, hello there!" the witch beams brightly before nervously glancing at the parchment paper, eyeing the order to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, "We're off to a tragic start, aren't we?"

you were the right love, but you came at the wrong time

ପ. . . 🌙( AKAASHI KEIJI ) ᨒ♥︎ミ

—you took a sip from the bottle. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

CONCEPTS: —> stars, crow’s feather, black sand (star-crossed lovers, catching feelings, relaxation)

DREAM: —> an empty ballroom, with music playing (ROYALTY AU)

—the mix is the color of midnight, but you can see faint pink hues trying to hold on. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

๑՞.◡̈ “There is a reason for everything.” A purpose the world lays beneath every little fraction of your day; within all the little minutes of your life. Love is no stranger to this concept—it buries its value and reason beneath each and every miniscule action we do and every little scene that plays out in the memories of our hearts. So why does it hurt to accept this truth?

—it prickles your tongue but embodies a sweetness too good to be real. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

୨୧ You met Prince Akaashi Keiji of the Fukurodani Kingdom many moons back. You couldn’t recall how long it had been since your first encounter, but the scene is still as fresh as day in your mind. A dizzying array of steps, the gleaming gold embeds of the ballroom, and fairly distinct tunes were all in fault for your sudden distress. An invisible weight of pressure suddenly translated into an actual pressure on your head—you internally curse at the migraine you’re having in the middle of a crowded ball.

୨୧ Feeling two taps on your left shoulder, “Your highness, are you feeling alright?” A silvery but hushed voice from Prince Akaashi prompted the question and drowned out your stress from moments ago. Were you in your right mind, you would’ve panicked even more since you knew exactly who you’re talking to. But what started out as a soothing driven by concern led to countless days spent meeting each other.

୨୧ It’s a paradox, how you have no faith in love yet remain a hopeless romantic. You long for that true love’s kiss fairytales would chatter on about, but truly stay in fantasies. The world you live in is harsh—marriages are forged out of contract, not made out of love. Still, slapping yourself with reality’s lessons didn’t lessen the flame in your heart.

୨୧ Admittedly, it’s the eyes that got you, and it always will be. That blue ocean, filled with words he wouldn’t so easily slip up and thoughts roaring in his head. You then saw there was wisdom in his words, and silent courage in his ways. You loved how fit he was to govern with a lawful rule; but considerate and even gentle to the people he holds dear. You used to love one thing about him; and now you love everything about him.

୨୧ Falling for him was like dancing in an empty ballroom: both your silence speaks a thousand words, and you’re in your own little world. A confusing but loving world crafted by both your hands, with nothing else but the sound of a blooming love accompanying you both. How both your eyes shared the same longing look urged you to finally be with the prince.

୨୧ And yet, there was but one problem. One shiny, tiny, problem. How cruel fate was to adorn both your left fingers in rings—only one was in a shining gold, and the other a metallic silver. You were to be wed to a different prince, the one in the kingdom known as a family friend of yours. Akaashi too is engaged. It just stings even more after you found out he’s engaged to your sister, whom he visited at the ball during the night you two met.

—you suddenly feel light, free even, but sadness lingers in your heart. . . 𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼 ꕤ .ﾟ

This was the last dance you’ll ever have with Prince Keiji.

The music was slow-paced, and you noted how the couples in the room took their time to pour their love in each step. It’s meant to be for lovers, those with a bond inextinguishable by any force. Whether everyone rehearsed or danced freely, this is one of the few times you couldn’t distinguish what’s bonded by pen and what’s decided by fate. The melody plays on and the room falls into comfort, but with every passing minute, all you can feel is more emptiness and dread for what’s to come.

“(Name) dear, look at me will you?”

It’s those eyes. That same damn blue hues that you’ve come to love so much. You may have heard the voice, but it’s the eyes that stuck with you. Those eyes that grabbed your curiosity. The same ones you swore reciprocated the love in your own. And the same blue eyes that fell into an unspoken despair for days before tonight.

‘I can’t look at you, otherwise I might never let you go.’

“Keiji, you owe me and my sister an explanation on why you saved your last dance for me.”

Both your feet glided in time with the beat and everyone else's “This is the last dance we’ll ever have,” he began. A moment of silence passed as the romantic tune plays distinctly, before Akaashi continues, “we can elope, my star. I don’t care if we end up shunned by our kingdoms, and I don’t care if we become fugitives. I will protect you. I swear by the night sky, and I’ll vow to the morning sun.”

He dips you, and the music came to a sudden halt, “I have never—I can’t ever love someone the way I love you.” a few seconds after and you’re both back dancing with the same grace from the beginning.

It was in that moment you felt the dread you were anticipating. A conflict arises within you with no clear victor ever seeming to emerge just yet. The rational part of you tells you to reject his advances: you’re both about to marry your fiancés, the idea is preposterous! But the heart wants what it wants, and it screams and yearns for the man before you.

At your words, Akaashi grips you closer to him and allows silence to sit heavy once more. It stings, it hurts so bad that you want to cry. It pains you how easily you crumble because of your own words. The unfiltered, bitter, tragedy you call the truth. One where you met the right love at the wrong time, a bittersweet tragedy you went through yourself.

“Love will never work in our favor.”

”You don’t know if you haven’t tried-”

”We don’t need to try, because I know it will never work.”

It was then you found yourself in a dizzying room: your hand gripping his, with a golden band twinkling in mockery, and a music that sounds too melancholy for love. Even as the music dies down, neither of your grips faltered. For you both knew, this was the last time you’d be in each other’s arms.

“Please don’t give up. I promise, the stars will align for us.”

“You can’t just make empty promises, Keiji.”

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Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”

* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed

“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. “I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.

* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love

Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

Tickle Fights (1) - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner

“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. “Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.

Real Mature (1) (2) - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight

“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,” Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. “I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.

^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits

Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. “I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.

Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty

Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.

Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.

“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.

The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)

Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay. Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.

(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other

“S’that why you hate me so much?”

His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."

Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!

The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.

One Shot

(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath

A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.

A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie

She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”

Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.

“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.

(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry

He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.

To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly

“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”

Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.

Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)

Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.

Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.

Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.

Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening

Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”

Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”

Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.

Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)

It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.

From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry

Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?

Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed

And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter. Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body. The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms. He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.

That’ll show her, he thought.

Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream

“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut. Are you that desperate?”

Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied. That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.

“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”

+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night

And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.

+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.

“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”

Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.

(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders

You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit

Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)

“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”

Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N. She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling. If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut. But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.

“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.

Drabbles:

(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party

Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority. “What? Why him?

Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”

Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats

You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.

(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n

Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”

(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert

His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits

But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.

(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning

“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.

Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings

"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"

“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.

Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.

There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.

Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch

“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”

“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.

Text Messages:

Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’

Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’

Text messages #3 - ‘did you steal my hoodie?’

Notes/Behind the Scenes

Notes: Tarnish

Notes: Stressed Out

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Devil on Your Team | Part 1

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: angst, smut

A\N: Asgard AU where Felix is Loki, Chan is Thor, and OC/reader is Lady Sif

Gif credit @915archive

“Will you join us this time, brother?”

Loki hesitates at Thor’s question. He was never good at the sort of thing that his friends enjoyed so, which made him a target for ridicule across the realm. What kind of man, a prince nonetheless, was so weak and fearful? Not a real man, that’s what.

Thor didn’t make it easier for him. Being the picture of the formidable, valiant warrior, he made Felix’s shortcomings all the more stark. Loki was all too aware of the comparisons people liked to make between them--they would fawn over how Thor was so brave, so strong, so much like the king that his frail little brother could never be. They would laugh and thank their stars that the fates were kind enough to have Thor be the old king’s first born and not his pitiful little brother.

Even Thor, who claimed to love him most in the world, was embarrassed of him. He always tried to egg him on and make him engage in “manlier” endeavors and forsake his witchcraft, forcing him along on his reckless adventures with his gang of hooligans so he would toughen up. How can he say that he loves him when he saw him as something that needed to be fixed? Thor didn’t love him. He pitied him.

Only you gazed upon him and accepted him for who he was. You knew too well what it felt like to be underestimated and ridiculed for being different, for daring to not adhere to their millenia-old customs of what makes one a good warrior or a proper lady. Every time he would hide and cry, you would find him and remind him that underestimating him will be their downfall, that true weakness is stupidity and arrogance and they had that in excess.

And there you were, coming to his defense once more.

“Shut up, you big oaf. Loki doesn’t care for our silly games.”

“Why not? All he has to do is sit back and not get in the way of our fair maiden and he should be fine.” Volstagg cuts in, followed by a series of chuckles that ebb and flow through the group.

“Volstagg.” Thor warns, shooting him a glare that quiets the snickering down, but by then it was too late, the damage had been done.

For, worse than the comparisons between himself and his golden brother, were those between him and the woman he loved so dearly.

Your close relationship made it so it was easy for people to jeer at the fact that the warrior lady is doing a man’s job while the prince practised such cowardly arts as magic that were meant for women. The comparison wasn’t flattering to either of you as he was thought of as a weakling and you as a woman trying to be a man.

“No, Volstagg, go on. Tell me what exactly you mean to say.” Again, you start defending him, ready to start a fight with the large man who began slinking back when faced with your unbridled fury. You were always so passionate about defending him, but Loki cannot let you keep doing that. He needed to prove that he could look after himself, not to impress those mindless thugs, but to prove to you that he could be a man for you, and provide you with protection just like any other man.

“I’m sure he’s just joking, my lady.” Loki interrupts and you look at him with surprised eyes that get all the wider as he continues, “It doesn’t matter anyway as I’ll be joining you.”

“My prince, you don’t have to--”

“I don’t have to do anything, my lady. I want to. Now let’s stop this useless bickering and go.”

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There was a nervous energy within the group the whole time they were in Alfheim. The men felt weird with Loki there and Loki felt weird with the warrior lady always hovering around.

“Lady, if I didn’t know any better I’d think that you were trying to guard me. I don’t need guarding. I can defend myself.” He didn’t want to snap at you like that but he desired so desperately for you to see him as a man for once.

“O-of course, my prince.” You splutter, a pretty blush on your face from being called out, and hesitantly take a few steps away from him, still not going far.

Loki huffs and charges forward carelessly, if you weren’t going to give him space, he will take it himself. And it’s precisely his attempt to distance himself from you that gets them in trouble.

“Brother, look out!” Thor shouts and Loki looks up barely in time to see an elf descend on him from the tree he was under. Shouts rise up and fill the air as their party gets ambushed by the rogue elves they were after.

Loki gets outnumbered, one of the elves delivering a blow to him before you can make your way to him. But your party quickly overcomes their momentary shock and works fast to push back the elves, steadily gaining control and shifting the tides in your favor. Eventually, you beat the band of rogue elves and send them scattering back into the woods.

When the fight dies down, things only get worse for Loki as you rush to cradle his body in your arms, thinking he is unconscious, before turning back to the men. “Shame on you! If you hadn’t been absolute pricks to him, he wouldn’t have felt the need to prove himself to you and get himself hurt. Why must you be like this?”

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Thor speaks up, sounding genuinely upset too.

“Oh, shove it up your big behind, my prince.” You growl, lifting Loki up in your arms and moving towards the portal to go back home.

Even without opening his eyes, he can feel your worried gaze on his face and it kills him.

__________________

Loki became closed off the entire period he was healing. The more you fussed over him, the quieter he got. He was so disappointed in himself and you taking care of him only wounded his ego further.

“Stop babying me, woman. You’re worse than the lot of them. Would you like me to hand you a pair of scissors so you can snip my balls off and hang them around your neck?”

You were taken aback by his outburst, and Loki regrets his outburst for a second, thinking he’s finally pushed you away. But instead of stomping off, you get on the bed and straddle him, grabbing his neck and growling roughly, “You don’t want me to be gentle with you? Fine, I won’t be gentle.”

You smash her lips to his, tearing a noise of surprise from his throat. You’d been patient enough with him but he insists on being a brat. If that’s the way he wants to be treated then so be it. And judging by the way he kissed you back eagerly, you don’t have to wonder long.

He was almost healed by now, and you could be free to run her hands all over him without hurting him, eliciting instead the most needy moans from his pretty lips. But when he tries to do the same, he is met with hard, unyielding steel.

"This is unfair. Take this off." He protests against your lips.

"I think not. You have been quite the sourpuss lately, I don't think you deserve to touch me. Matter of fact, keep those wandering hands up." You grab his hands and pin them to the bed, intending to punish him for all the hell he made you go through.

"No, please, my lady, let me touch you."

"Oh you're already begging, that's not very manly of you." You bite at him, still upset that he endangered his life just because his ego was bruised.

He cowers under your intense glare, feeling reprimanded. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"Oh you will be. Now quit your protesting or I'll gag you too."

He shuts up, though he's unsure if it wouldn't have been better for you to gag him as the noises that come out of his throat at your ministrations were not very dignified.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you, my prince. You drive me crazy." You drawl, palming his member and making him turn to hide his face in his arm as a blush covers his face.

"I should punish you for teasing me so." You slowly pull his trousers down his hips, exposing his eager member to the cool night air that was clashing with your warm breath so close to where he needed you the most. "Will you be good for me from now on, my sweet prince?"

This was everything they ridiculed him for, being so subservient to a woman like this, but damn did he crave it. He needed you to own him.

"Yes, my lady." He stares down at you as you lean down ever so close to his cock, your breath fanning over him, as hot as ever and he feels his skin melt under it. The heat spreading to the rest of his body made his blood simmer in his veins. Sweat beaded up on his skin and his mind sweltered as you put your mouth on him, but he could do nothing but push himself into the scorching heat of you, submitting himself to the flames.

But all too suddenly, he stops burning, coolness flashing over his body like one of his brother's storms, and he stares down at you in betrayal, ready to apologize for everything and profess his undying love for you if only she would put your mouth back on him, but the horror struck look on your face sobers him up.

"My lady, what is--"

"What is happening to you?" You shriek, and for the first time he sees fear in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" He puzzles, looking down at himself in reflex, wondering what had possessed you when a flash of blue catches his eyes…

Huge patches of his body were covered by rough blue skin, the likes of which are all too familiar to him. He can't help his own shout of panic. "What is that? What is happening?!"

"You're turning into a….a monster." You shake her head, tears springing to your eyes at the horror unfolding in front of you.

"Lady, help me please.” Loki is even more shaken, tears already streaming down his face as he seems terrified of his own self. “Did they put a curse on me?"

"I-I don't know." You lament, feeling hopeless.

But then an idea pops into your head, "I'll get the king. He'll know what to do."

"No, please!" His hands fly out to hold onto you but you jump back, and Loki quickly pulls his arms back to his body, wounded at the disgusted look on your face.

"Why not?"

"You know he doesn't favor me."

"Don't be ridiculous. He's your father." You try to calm him down but he only gets more disconsolate. "No you don't understand. You don't see the way he looks at him when no one is looking. I'm… I'm scared."

Your heart breaks at the way he shivers, but there is nothing else you can do. You’re sure he’s just panicked. Odin is good and kind and you trust him beyond measure. "You're hallucinating, my sweet. The king would never hurt you."

"No, you don't understand--" He squeaks, and you reach out to cradle his face in your palms, only flinching slightly at the coldness. "Hush, my sweet." You kiss him gently then run to the king. Hearing Loki sob behind you only makes you run faster.

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A/N: lol surprise

#stray kids smut #felix smut #stray kids angst #felix angst

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SANSA STARK & TARGARYEN IMAGERY

A list of Targaryen Imagery around Sansa Stark in A Song of Ice and Fire

Fire and Blood

Black and Red

Silver and Purple

Dragon's Tail

Dragon Wings

Dragon Eggs

Dragon Skulls

Golden Dragons

Dragon Knights

Valyrian Steel

Dance of the Dragons

Maegor the Cruel

Baelor the Blessed

Aegon the Unworthy

Prince Aemon the Dragonknight

Aerys the Mad King

Rhaegar the ast dragon

Bonus: Fiery Hair

1. FIRE AND BLOOD

Sansa slid off her mare, but she was too slow. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince's head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa's horrified eyes. Joffrey staggered and whirled around, roaring curses. Mycah ran for the trees as fast as his legs would take him. Arya swung at the prince again, but this time Joffrey caught the blow on Lion's Tooth and sent her broken stick flying from her hands. The back of his head was all bloody and his eyes were on fire.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

The point of Ser Gregor's lance had snapped off in his neck, and his life's blood flowed out in slow pulses, each weaker than the one before. His armor was shiny new; a bright streak of fire ran down his outstretched arm, as the steel caught the light. Then the sun went behind a cloud, and it was gone. His cloak was blue, the color of the sky on a clear summer's day, trimmed with a border of crescent moons, but as his blood seeped into it, the cloth darkened and the moons turned red, one by one.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

The blood orange had left a blotchy red stain on the silk. "I hate her!" she screamed. She balled up the dress and flung it into the cold hearth, on top of the ashes of last night's fire. When she saw that the stain had bled through onto her underskirt, she began to sob despite herself. She ripped off the rest of her clothes wildly, threw herself into bed, and cried herself back to sleep.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa III

When the king's herald moved forward, Sansa realized the moment was almost at hand. She smoothed down the cloth of her skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful. Her gown was the ivory silk that the queen had given her, the one Arya had ruined, but she'd had them dye it black and you couldn't see the stain at all. She had fretted over her jewelry for hours and finally decided upon the elegant simplicity of a plain silver chain.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa V

Then she realized that the blood had soaked through the sheet into the featherbed, so she bundled that up as well, but it was big and cumbersome, hard to move. Sansa could get only half of it into the fire. She was on her knees, struggling to shove the mattress into the flames as thick grey smoke eddied around her and filled the room, when the door burst open and she heard her maid gasp.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VII

"The dwarf's wife did the murder with him," swore an archer in Lord Rowan's livery. "Afterward, she vanished from the hall in a puff of brimstone, and a ghostly direwolf was seen prowling the Red Keep, blood dripping from his jaws."

—A Storm of Swords - Jaime VII

As the boy's lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

2. BLACK AND RED

The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queen were weeping blood.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions’ heads. But the gash across his face was raw and red, and his nose was a hideous scab. “You are very beautiful, Sansa,” he told her.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

3. SILVER AND PURPLE

Sansa closed the shutters and turned sharply away from the window. "You look very lovely today, my lady," Ser Arys said.

"Thank you, ser." Knowing that Joffrey would require her to attend the tourney in his honor, Sansa had taken special care with her face and clothes. She wore a gown of pale purple silk and a moonstone hair net that had been a gift from Joffrey. The gown had long sleeves to hide the bruises on her arms. Those were Joffrey's gifts as well. When they told him that Robb had been proclaimed King in the North, his rage had been a fearsome thing, and he had sent Ser Boros to beat her.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

"You've waited so long, be patient awhile longer. Here, I have something for you." Ser Dontos fumbled in his pouch and drew out a silvery spiderweb, dangling it between his thick fingers.

It was a hair net of fine-spun silver, the strands so thin and delicate the net seemed to weigh no more than a breath of air when Sansa took it in her fingers. Small gems were set wherever two strands crossed, so dark they drank the moonlight. "What stones are these?"

"Black amethysts from Asshai. The rarest kind, a deep true purple by daylight."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VIII

Sansa wore a gown of silvery satin trimmed in vair, with dagged sleeves that almost touched the floor, lined in soft purple felt. Shae had arranged her hair artfully in a delicate silver net winking with dark purple gemstones. Tyrion had never seen her look more lovely, yet she wore sorrow on those long satin sleeves. "Lady Sansa," he told her, "you shall be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight."

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VIII

4. DRAGON WINGS

Tyrion scarce touched his food, Sansa noticed, though he drank several cups of the wine. For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth. Otherwise she only nibbled at the fruit and fish and honeycakes. Every time Joffrey looked at her, her tummy got so fluttery that she felt as though she'd swallowed a bat.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

"What wife?"

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head."

—A Storm of Swords - Arya XIII

5. DRAGON EGGS

Butterbumps arrived before the food, dressed in a jester’s suit of green and yellow feathers with a floppy coxcomb. An immense round fat man, as big as three Moon Boys, he came cartwheeling into the hall, vaulted onto the table, and laid a gigantic egg right in front of Sansa. “Break it, my lady,” he commanded. When she did, a dozen yellow chicks escaped and began running in all directions. “Catch them!” Butterbumps exclaimed. Little Lady Bulwer snagged one and handed it to him, whereby he tilted back his head, popped it into his huge rubbery mouth, and seemed to swallow it whole. When he belched, tiny yellow feathers flew out his nose. Lady Bulwer began to wail in distress, but her tears turned into a sudden squeal of delight when the chick came squirming out of the sleeve of her gown and ran down her arm.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa I

In the Queen's Ballroom they broke their fast on honeycakes baked with blackberries and nuts, gammon steaks, bacon, fingerfish crisped in breadcrumbs, autumn pears, and a Dornish dish of onions, cheese, and chopped eggs cooked up with fiery peppers.

[…] Tyrion scarce touched his food, Sansa noticed, though he drank several cups of the wine. For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

6. DRAGON’S TAIL

The morning of King Joffrey's name day dawned bright and windy, with the long tail of the great comet visible through the high scuttling clouds. Sansa was watching it from her tower window when Ser Arys Oakheart arrived to escort her down to the tourney grounds. "What do you think it means?" she asked him.

"Glory to your betrothed," Ser Arys answered at once. "See how it flames across the sky today on His Grace's name day, as if the gods themselves had raised a banner in his honor. The smallfolk have named it King Joffrey's Comet."

Doubtless that was what they told Joffrey; Sansa was not so sure. "I've heard servants calling it the Dragon's Tail."

"King Joffrey sits where Aegon the Dragon once sat, in the castle built by his son," Ser Arys said. "He is the dragon's heir—and crimson is the color of House Lannister, another sign. This comet is sent to herald Joffrey's ascent to the throne, I have no doubt. It means that he will triumph over his enemies."

Is it true? she wondered. Would the gods be so cruel? Her mother was one of Joffrey's enemies now, her brother Robb another. Her father had died by the king's command. Must Robb and her lady mother die next? The comet was red, but Joffrey was Baratheon as much as Lannister, and their sigil was a black stag on a golden field. Shouldn't the gods have sent Joff a golden comet?

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

7. DRAGON SKULLS

Within, the dragon skulls were waiting, and so was Shae. “I thought m’lord had forgotten me.” Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon’s jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another.

[...] After, as they lay entwined amongst the dragon skulls, he rested his head against her, inhaling the smooth clean smell of her hair. “We should go back,” he said reluctantly. “It must be near dawn. Sansa will be waking.

[...] The Others can take my guilt, he thought as he slipped his tunic over his head. Why should I be guilty? My wife wants no part of me, and most especially not the part that seems to want her. Perhaps he ought to tell her about Shae. It was not as though he was the first man ever to keep a concubine. Sansa’s own oh-so-honorable father had given her a bastard brother. For all he knew, his wife might be thrilled to learn that he was fucking Shae, so long as it spared her his unwelcome touch.

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VII

8. GOLDEN DRAGONS

"The queen raised her voice. "A hundred golden dragons to the man who brings me its skin!”

“A costly pelt,” Robert grumbled. “I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold.”

[...] Shortly, Jory brought him Ice.

When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”

“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.

“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.”

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard III

"Petyr Baelish put a hand on the rail. "But first you’ll want your payment. Ten thousand dragons, was it?”

“Ten thousand.” Dontos rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. “As you promised, my lord.”

[...] “But he saved me.”

“He sold you for a promise of ten thousand dragons.

[...]“Sansa felt sick. "He said he was my Florian.”

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa V

“Your sister’s had no difficulty finding witnesses to your guilt.” Ser Kevan rolled up the parchment. “Ser Addam has men hunting for your wife. Varys has offered a hundred stags for word of her whereabouts, and a hundred dragons for the girl herself. If the girl can be found she will be found, and I shall bring her to you. I see no harm in husband and wife sharing the same cell and giving comfort to one another.”

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion IX

Someplace no stag ever found … though a dragon might.

—A Feast for Crows - Brienne III

"A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons. And that's not likely, is it?"

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

9. DRAGON KNIGHTS

She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

"True knights would never harm women and children." The words rang hollow in her ears even as she said them.

"True knights." The queen seemed to find that wonderfully amusing. "No doubt you're right. So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I'm sure it won't be very long now."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa V

They continued down the serpentine and across a small sunken courtyard. Ser Dontos shoved open a heavy door and lit a taper. They were inside a long gallery. Along the walls stood empty suits of armor, dark and dusty, their helms crested with rows of scales that continued down their backs. As they hurried past, the taper's light made the shadows of each scale stretch and twist. The hollow knights are turning into dragons, she thought.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa V

10. VALYRIAN STEEL

Lord Tywin waited until last to present the king with his own gift: a longsword. Its scabbard was made of cherrywood, gold, and oiled red leather, studded with golden lions' heads. The lions had ruby eyes, she saw. The ballroom fell silent as Joffrey unsheathed the blade and thrust the sword above his head. Red and black ripples in the steel shimmered in the morning light.

[…] "A great sword must have a great name, my lords! What shall I call it?"

[…] The guests were shouting out names for the new blade. Joff dismissed a dozen before he heard one he liked. "Widow's Wail!" he cried.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

But she had another longsword hidden in her bedroll. She sat on the bed and took it out. Gold glimmered yellow in the candlelight and rubies smoldered red. When she slid Oathkeeper from the ornate scabbard, Brienne's breath caught in her throat. Black and red the ripples ran, deep within the steel. Valyrian steel, spell-forged. It was a sword fit for a hero. When she was small, her nurse had filled her ears with tales of valor, regaling her with the noble exploits of Ser Galladon of Morne, Florian the Fool, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, and other champions. Each man bore a famous sword, and surely Oathkeeper belonged in their company, even if she herself did not. "You'll be defending Ned Stark's daughter with Ned Stark's own steel," Jaime had promised.

—A Feast for Crows - Brienne I

11. DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the "Dance of the Dragons," Ned inspected the bruise himself. "I hope Forel is not being too hard on you," he said.

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII

He sang of the Dance of the Dragons, of fair Jonquil and her fool, of Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. He sang of betrayals, and murders most foul, of hanged men and bloody vengeance. He sang of grief and sadness.

—A Feast for Crows - Sansa I

12. MAEGOR THE CRUEL

The room where Sansa had been confined was at the top of the highest tower of Maegor's Holdfast.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

In the tower room at the heart of Maegor's Holdfast, Sansa gave herself to the darkness.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

13. BAELOR THE BLESSED

"Baelor starved himself to death, fasting," said Tyrion. "His uncle served him loyally as Hand, as he had served the Young Dragon before him. Viserys might only have reigned a year, but he ruled for fifteen, while Daeron warred and Baelor prayed." He made a sour face. "And if he did remove his nephew, can you blame him? Someone had to save the realm from Baelor's follies."

Sansa was shocked. "But Baelor the Blessed was a great king. He walked the Boneway barefoot to make peace with Dorne, and rescued the Dragonknight from a snakepit. The vipers refused to strike him because he was so pure and holy."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

14. AEGON THE UNWORTHY

Aegon the Unworthy had never harmed Queen Naerys, perhaps for fear of their brother the Dragonknight . . . but when another of his Kingsguard fell in love with one of his mistresses, the king had taken both their heads.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

"A king can have other women. Whores. My father did. One of the Aegons did too. The third one, or the fourth. He had lots of whores and lots of bastards." As they whirled to the music, Joff gave her a moist kiss. "My uncle will bring you to my bed whenever I command it."

Sansa shook her head. "He won't."

"He will, or I'll have his head. That King Aegon, he had any woman he wanted, whether they were married or no."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

15. PRINCE AEMON THE DRAGONKNIGHT

He took her by the arm and led her away from the wheelhouse, and Sansa's spirits took flight. A whole day with her prince! She gazed at Joffrey worshipfully. He was so gallant, she thought. The way he had rescued her from Ser Ilyn and the Hound, why, it was almost like the songs, like the time Serwyn of the Mirror Shield saved the Princess Daeryssa from the giants, or Prince Aemon the Dragonknight championing Queen Naerys's honor against evil Ser Morgil's slanders.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"Father, I only just now remembered, I can't go away, I'm to marry Prince Joffrey." She tried to smile bravely for him. "I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian. I want to be his queen and have his babies."

"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa III

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother's queen.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

For those who remained, a singer was brought forth to fill the hall with the sweet music of the high harp. He sang of Jonquil and Florian, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and his love for his brother's queen, of Nymeria's ten thousand ships. They were beautiful songs, but terribly sad. Several of the women began to weep, and Sansa felt her own eyes growing moist.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VI

16. AERYS THE MAD KING

"Ser Ilyn has not been feeling talkative these past fourteen years," Lord Renly commented with a sly smile.

Joffrey gave his uncle a look of pure loathing, then took Sansa's hands in his own. "Aerys Targaryen had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. He smashed in his chest, crunch, right through the armor." Joffrey swung an imaginary warhammer to show her how it was done. "Then my uncle Jaime killed old Aerys, and my father was king."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"You can't talk to me that way. The king can do as he likes."

"Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has your mother ever told you what happened to him?"

Ser Boros Blount harrumphed. "No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa III

17. RHAEGAR THE LAST DRAGON

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"My father told everyone my bedding had caught fire, and our maester gave me ointments. Ointments! Gregor got his ointments too. Four years later, they anointed him with the seven oils and he recited his knightly vows and Rhaegar Targaryen tapped him on the shoulder and said, 'Arise, Ser Gregor.'"

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

18. BONUS: FIERY HAIR

Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya I

"You will be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight, as lovely as your lady mother at your age. I cannot seat you on the dais, but you'll have a place of honor above the salt and underneath a wall sconce. The fire will be shining in your hair, so everyone will see how fair of face you are. Keep a good long spoon on hand to beat the squires off, sweetling. You will not want green boys underfoot when the knights come round to beg you for your favor."

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

#sansa stark #jonsa

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As It Should Be ~ Lucy x Caspian

A/N: Hello lovelies, so this is well out of my wheel house. But thanks to Shadow and Bone I am well and truly back on my Ben Barnes Bullshit. Which included re-watching the Narnia movies and then I had some feels. I'm completely ignoring the books and this is way AU but I couldn't get it out of my head. So if there's any Lucian shippers out there, this ones for you. Spoilers for the movies.

Summary: Lucy had not been ready to leave Narnia. And Caspian had not been ready for her to go. Perhaps fate still had a plan.

Characters/Pairings: Lucy Pevensie/Caspian (everyone is of age, time works funny between the realms); Edmund Pevensie, Aslan

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, pining, spoilers for the movies.

Word count: 5800 (I don't know how it happened. I just had a lot of feels)

Caspian’s voyage on the Dawn Treader had been a success on all counts. But in spite of his resolve to be a great king of Narnia and to treasure the lands and people he had been chosen to rule, the young king was sorrowful on their return journey. His crew had known better than to question him when he returned alone from Aslan’s country. Drinian put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Caspian clasped it for a moment before giving him a meaningful nod. Drinian got the Dawn Treader sailing for home while Caspian ducked below deck for just a moment to mourn the loss of his friends. When he returned, his smile was not quite so bright as it had been when the king and queen of old had been on the ship.

The crew was happy to be going home, but they also felt the loss of their companions quite acutely. It had taken no time at all for them to love Lucy and Edmund. The younger of the Kings and Queens of old were kind and hardworking and had immediately treated them as old friends. Narnia they supposed was their great love. And while Eustace had taken some extraordinary circumstances to warm up to, he too was missed, and they all found the ship far too silent with Reepicheep’s running commentary.

Their return took nearly six months as they returned all those who had been taken by the mist to their home islands. So, while the crew was joyous to be returning home after nearly two years, everyone was weary when they finally docked on the shores beneath Cair Paravel. Drinian directed the landing team, as more sailors came to help them unload. Caspian gazed up at Cair Paravel in all its glory. It had been mostly restored before he departed, but now, it was back to its true grandure, he wished Lucy and Edmund could have seen this.

He had only a moment before his advisors were upon him, welcoming him back and informing him that a feast was already being prepared for his return. They clamored for his attention, luckily with good news. They each were reporting that peace remained and things had grown even more bountiful in the past six months. Caspian listened carefully making notes on what to discuss with them tomorrow, before finally excusing himself to clean up before the feast.

After what could only be described as the most delicious meal he’d ever had, Caspian took his time reacquainting himself with the halls of his castle. During his time away, the team in charge of the interior restoration had finished all of their projects, which included the portraits of the Pevensies at the height of their rule. He inspected each one closely, trying to find the familiar features of his friends in the older faces.

For the most part he could see it. Although it was odd to see them at that age - all older than his 23 years. Well, all but Lucy. She had been just shy of 21 when they tumbled back through the wardrobe. She was the only one who never mentioned how hard it was to go from being an adult back to being an 8 year old. But he suspected that she struggled more than she let on, though she would never tell her siblings while they suffered their own distress. His thoughts lingered on the youngest of the great kings and queens. He couldn’t help but wonder if his dear friend would look the same when she reached 20 again.

Her portrait hung beside her sister’s and one could easily spot the differences. Susan held a quiet beauty, befitting her title of Gentle. But even the stillness of a portrait could not tame Lucy’s wild beauty and adventurous spirit. He knew well the twinkle of excitement the artist had captured. It was one that never failed to bring a smile to his face.

Caspian had been captivated by Lucy during their time on the Dawn Treader. More than he’d been willing to admit, even to himself. Though he suspected Edmund had seen it. He’d even expected a brotherly talk at one point, since Peter was absent. But he merely smiled, and took every opportunity to let them be together. Drinian had also made more than a few subtle comments, but Caspian had chosen to remain silent.

While the young prince had had eyes only for Susan upon their first meeting in terms of amorous intentions, Lucy’s unwavering faith and goodness had endeared her to him. When she stood across the river with only a dagger in her hand, facing down an army with a smile he could see why she of the four was the Valiant. She was amazing, even at age 11.

Her return 3 years later, had only deepened that opinion. She had matured and Caspian found himself lost in her. He’d been telling the truth when he told her that he hadn’t found a queen as beautiful as Susan, but what he left out was that there had been none as fierce as her either.

The pair had spent every possible moment together – stargazing, checking maps, telling stories. He loved her stories. Queen Lucy the Valiant had truly been a queen of her people. While her siblings had often been on the frontlines of battle, Lucy had always been protecting the people – evacuating them, learning from the healers how to dress wounds that didn’t require her cordial. She was the most beloved of the four, even in the stories Caspian had heard before he met them. Though she would refute that claim a thousand times over.

Other stories were filled with tales of dancing with fauns and dryads. Mr. Tumnus was a frequent character, and Caspian could hear the heartache in her voice when she spoke about him. He would often take the opportunity to squeeze her hand in comfort, which she also responded to with a grateful smile. Edmund would often join in, offering tales of his own or teasing Lucy.

One time in particular, he felt the need to remind her of the time a suitor had come to court and she had been so used to dancing with the fauns during their revelries that she panicked when he had offered his hand for a formal dance.

“All you could hear in the ballroom was Tristan grunting and Lucy apologizing,” Edmund chuckled.

Lucy’s cheeks flamed red and she glared at her brother for a moment, before a smirk slid across her features.

“At least I didn’t end up in a fountain after my first kiss,” she shot back.

Edmund’s cheeks tinged ever so slightly, but his expression was wistful.

“She was lovely. And it was worth it. I hope she had a good life.”

“I’m sure she did. But I’m sure she missed you.”

The siblings shared a look, regrets and memories flowing through their minds. Once again, Caspian was struck by how much life and loss these two “children” had experienced.

Later that night, after confirming their course with Drinian, Caspian was ready to retire to the barracks area for a few hours of sleep. But as he passed his quarters which he had given to Lucy, he heard humming. Moving as quietly as he could, he neared the cabin, noting the slightly ajar door. Caspian couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips as he watched Lucy dance to her own tune as she looked in the mirror, the steps somewhat disjointed. He slipped inside, leaning against the doorjamb, making sure she couldn’t see his reflection.

“Would you like a partner?” he finally asked.

Lucy jumped at the unexpected voice, whirling as her cheeks filled with color upon realizing she’d been caught.

“Caspian! I was just… Edmund made me remember and I thought I’d practice.”

“In case we have a ball on the Dawn Treader?” he asked, grinning wildly at her.

“Of course. I’ve been to many balls on ships,” she giggled before sobering slightly. “No, but there’s dances back home. And I’ve never been, but I suspect they don’t much care for the type of dancing the fauns and dryads do.”

The mention of home twisted in Caspian’s gut, but he pushed the thought away. He would enjoy what time he had with her. Each moment was a gift.

“Well, I don’t know how they dance in your world, but it always helps to have a partner. May I?”

She nodded, uncharacteristically shy.

He snapped to attention and made a formal bow, which made her laugh but she curtsied anyway before taking his hand. He pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles, before placing her hand on his shoulder. His right hand fell to her waist, he his left clasped hers firmly.

“’Ready?”

“Absolutely?”

He wasn’t positive, but they both sounded breathless.

He began to hum, counting the beats by gently tapping his fingers against her side. He gave it a count of 8 before he began to move. It was rough at first, they were both out of practice… and nervous if he was being honest. But after a few crushed toes, they found their rhythm and soon they seemed to float. Caspian waltzed her around the room, twin smiles adorning their faces. Before they knew it, they were simply swaying in place gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I wonder if Susan is dancing like this with her naval officer,” Lucy wondered aloud, regretting it the moment it slipped past her lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Caspian. I wasn’t thinking.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Lucy. I’m not upset. I’m happy that your sister is moving on with her life. No one deserves to be alone.”

“But you’re alone,” Lucy pointed out.

Not cruelly, more confused by his logic.

“I’m not alone right now. I’m with you.”

And I will take that, he thought to himself. Just this moment and whatever else I get.

“Susan and I are worlds apart. In more ways than one,” he added slyly.

Lucy gazed up at him, no longer swaying at all.

“Caspian, I-“

At that moment, the ship lurched sending her crashing into his arms. It lurched again and sent them both to the floor. A storm had reached them and they heard the crew members racing about on deck. They shared one more moment before sprinting into action.

“Your majesty.”

His chief advisor’s voice jostled Caspian from his memories.

“Lord Pallburn. How can I help you?”

“You requested updates on the refugees and the five lords.”

“Of course. We shall speak on the way to my chambers.”

Caspian shot one last look at Lucy’s portrait before leading his advisor away.

Lucy sighed quietly as she watched the happy couple spin around the dance floor.

Years ago, on a ship a world away, Lucy had been held like that. Her thoughts strayed to Caspian and his near obsidian eyes. She had thought of him often in the years since. She wondered how long it had been for him.

Was he married by now?

A father?

Dead?

No.

Her heart couldn’t bear that last one. She had to believe Caspian was alive and well and happy or she wouldn’t be able to carry on.

She shook the thoughts away and returned to the view in front of her.

Susan was absolutely radiant in her wedding dress. Her smile lit up the room as Tom held her in his arms, leaning down for a peck as the song ended. They held hands as they exited the dance floor to chat with their friends.

Peter had his younger daughter, Jane, balanced on the top of his shoes as he moved them about in a decent facsimile of a waltz. Lucy smiled as she remembered her oldest brother doing the same with her when she was much younger.

Edmund was sitting with his girlfriend Margaret and their cousin Eustace laughing quite merrily.

With the exception of her cousin, Narnia had taken on the golden tint of a fond memory. But a memory none the less. Her siblings had been content to leave it at that. Lucy could not find it in her to do the same. Narnia had always felt more like home than this world. A fractured childhood would do that to you she supposed. After all she had grown up in Narnia first.

She still knew their customs and constellations better than England’s. But she knew it wasn’t just that. Her heart lay in Narnia, or rather with the King of Narnia. Caspian had a way of making Lucy feel seen when others didn’t.

“Enjoying the party, Lu?”

She nodded as she looked to Edmund who had slipped into the seat beside her.

“It’s wonderful. Everyone is having so much fun.”

“Everyone?”

“I’m having fun,” she insisted, knowing Edmund could see right through her.

“Talk to me.”

She looked again to the dance floor, eyes flitting from couple to couple.

“Do you think that I could ever find that here?”

“Love?”

Lucy nodded again.

“What makes you think you won’t?” he pressed, avoiding her question.

“I can’t imagine finding anyone to share my life with like that. There’s so much I couldn’t tell them. I don’t know how you all do it.”

Edmund hummed in response.

“Narnia meant everything to me. It made me who I am, but the only one who needs to know about it for it to be real is me. And I’m lucky enough that I got to share it with you, and Peter, Susan, and Eustace. Margaret doesn’t need to know what made me the man I am. Only that that man is someone she wants to be with.”

Lucy regarded her brother carefully for a moment. He’d clearly put a lot of thought into this and she appreciated it.

“I guess that makes sense. I guess I’m not ready to admit that Narnia is my past. Even though I have to.”

They were quiet for a moment.

“Is that the only reason you think you won’t find love here?”

Lucy knew where he was going with this, and finally she sighed – more an exhale after holding one’s breath.

“I think I loved him,” she whispered, not needing to specify who “him” was.

“Loved?” he clarified.

“Love,” Lucy corrected.

“He loves you too for what it’s worth. I could see it. Clear as the Northern Sky.”

“I don’t think it matters much. We’re worlds apart now. He’s probably married by now. I’m not sure how I managed it, but it seems I’ve left my heart in Narnia.”

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her into his side. She leaned her head heavily against his shoulder.

“What has been lost, can be found. We just need to have faith about these things. You taught me that.”

Lucy smiled at the reassurance.

“Thank you, Edmund.”

“Anything for you. Would you like to dance? We can even pretend we’re at Tumnus’,” he offered.

Lucy shook her head, but smiled more genuinely than she had all night.

“I think I’m going to take advantage of the gardens, and get some fresh air.”

“It’s not like there isn’t air inside,” he joked making her roll her eyes.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Edmund nodded and squeezed her once more before letting her go.

“Be safe.”

Lucy slipped through the crowd unnoticed, as usual. After a few minutes walking through the gardens she happened upon the entrance to a hedge maze. Looking back at the lights of the reception, she took a deep breath and hurried into the maze, following the turns at random.

It couldn’t possibly be big enough for her to actually get lost.

Caspian perched on the rail of his balcony, one knee up as his back was pressed against the palace wall twirling Lucy’s dagger in his hand. If anyone entered his chambers they wouldn’t be able to see him unless they stepped outside. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the stone enjoying the cool breeze off the Eastern Sea. He had chosen this room specifically for the view of the water. It had always calmed him, and now it held an even more special place in his heart.

In the morning, he would return to his duties as king and this journey would leave the forefront of his mind to make room for diplomacy and logistics. And if his advisors had their way, finding a queen. But for now, as the wind whipped around him, he could imagine that he was back on the Dawn Treader. And if he listened closely enough, he could hear Lucy’s familiar humming. He allowed his mind to run wild with memories.

When the humming only grew louder, even after shaking himself from the sweet memories, Caspian grew concerned. Alert now for possible danger, he scanned the grounds for the source of the sound.

The beach was clear. As were the cliffs to the north. But as he turned his gaze to the south, a flash of auburn hair in the garden maze caught his eyes. She was deep within the heart of the garden without alerting the guards which was no easy feat.

Fastening his sword belt on, he sheathed Lucy’s dagger which she had gifted him on the shores of Aslan’s country.

“I think you’ll need this more than I will.”

“It shall never leave my side.”

You shall never leave my heart had remained unspoken.

Not wishing to alert the guards, Caspian scaled down the side of the castle, jumping from the lowest window and rolling to his feet.

The wind was carrying the humming to his ears quite clearly, as though it was actively helping him find the intruder. At the edge of the maze he took a deep breath before stepping inside. He allowed himself to be led through the turns by the voice, although he was nearly certain it must be a trap. Surely it was a siren or some spell luring him with his heart’s desire. But still he pursued her.

A few times it seemed they were just on the other side of the hedge from each other, but he would round the corner and find only a dead end.

Finally, he caught a flash of lavender fabric whooshing around the corner and he sped up as well as he could while maintaining his stealth. Lucy’s dagger fit comfortably in his hand. Peeking around the corner to ensure she was coming, he waited until she had passed by before leaping out and grabbing her, the dagger pressed against her throat.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

She froze in his arms.

“Caspian?”

The woman squirmed in his grip enough to see his face and in his surprise he let her.

“It is you. How on Earth did you get here?” she asked.

“Lucy?” he mumbled as he released her and she turned to look at him, giving him his first good look at her.

“Yes, it’s me. I know I look a bit different. But goodness, you haven’t aged a day,”

“Lucy,” he repeated before dropping the dagger and pulling her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.

She held him just as fiercely as if he would disappear if she let go for even an instant.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured. “I thought of you every day.”

“As did I. How long has it been for you?” she asked as she lifted her head to look at him, unwilling to break their embrace any further.

“Six months and thirteen days.”

Lucy huffed out a little laugh.

“Is that all?”

Caspian already knew it had been much longer for her. Years, he guessed, given how much she looked like her portrait.

“How long?”

“Six years. Four months. Eleven days.”

She’d been counting. In spite of knowing that Aslan’s plans for Narnia did not include her.

“Oh, Lucy,” Caspian sighed.

Years. She had thought of him every day for years. The knowledge made his heart beat faster.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. How on Earth are you here?” she asked again.

Caspian glanced upward, just to ensure he hadn’t been transported to her world, but sure enough his stars remained, twinkling down at him.

“Lucy, you’re in Narnia.”

Whipping her head around to gain bearings she didn’t know she’d lost, Lucy’s expression clouded with confusion.

“But how? I was at the wedding. I just stepped out for a few minutes –“ She paused and shook her head with a serene smile. “Things never happen the same twice,” she murmured. “Or four times I suppose. I’m not sure how it’s happened, but I am glad to be home.”

Caspian’s heart both clenched and soared at the word home. But he was still stuck on the earlier revelation.

“You were at a wedding?”

His mind raced as he took in her demure dress and artful curls.

Six years, his mind screamed. Even if she had thought of him, of course she would have found someone else in that time.

“Yes,” she affirmed absent-mindedly. “Of Susan will be so cross I’ve left her wedding.”

Elation.

“Susan’s wedding?”

“Yes.” Lucy’s face dropped. “Oh, I’m sorry, Caspian.”

“So you are not married?” he asked, ignoring the apology.

Lucy’s laughter was a balm to his soul.

“Goodness, no. Not even close. The closest I’ve come to marriage was holding hands with Dennis Macmillian when we were 17. And even that was mainly because I was slipping on the ice. I’ve never even gone for a stroll with a boy.”

Caspian smiled, pulling back just enough to offer her his arm.

“Well then, please, allow me. It would be a shame to waste such a lovely Narnian evening.”

“So it would,” she agreed, looping her arms through his. “Tell me everything I’ve missed,” she insisted as they walked deeper into the maze.

“There’s not that much to tell you. We’ve only just arrived back to Cair Paravel this morning. It took us several months to return everyone to their homes before we could return. Beyond that, I’ve just received reports of peace in Narnia.”

“That’s wonderful, Caspian.”

“I’m sure your time has been far more interesting. Tell me everything.”

“Longer doesn’t always mean more interesting.”

Caspian shot her a look of disbelief.

“I’m telling the truth. After the Dawn Treader we stayed with Eustace until the end of the War. After that, once Susan, Peter, and our parents returned, I went back to school. I learned how to become a nurse.”

“Did you now?”

“Mhmm. Top of my class even. It’s been fascinating to learn, although I still think the healers here have a better bedside manner. And goodness have there been days where I wished for my cordial on the job.”

“It sounds intense.”

“It is. But I love it.”

Her smile confirmed it.

“It suits you,” he agreed.

“Besides all that, not much has changed for me. I spend most of my time working or with my family, though that’s been difficult of late.”

“Difficult? Why?” he asked with a furrowed brow.

“They’ve all become convinced I’m doomed to become an old maid. Well, not everyone I suppose. Mainly my parents and Susan. Peter would prefer it that way, over protective as he is. And Edmund, well he just wants me to be happy.”

Despite her comments, the fondness she had for her siblings still shone through.

“I’m sure they all want you to be happy.”

“I know that. I just wish they wouldn’t keep trying to set me up. I think falling in love should happen naturally.”

She glanced up at Caspian who was watching her closely.

“As do I. So it sounds to me that you’re turning suitors down left and right.”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Although I think Susan believes that she’ll have a better chance at marrying me off now that she’s officially taken. They’ll have to settle for the lesser Pevensie sister.”

Caspian narrowed his eyes at the assertion, footsteps coming to a halt as he turned to face her.

“In what way lesser?”

“In every way,” Lucy laughed humorlessly.

“You are Queen Lucy the Valiant. The most beloved Queen Narnia has ever seen,” he reminded her, continuing on before she could argue with him. “You are amazing. You are in no way lesser.”

His words made her smile but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“That may be who I am here. But in my world, I’m just Peter and Susan’s little sister. An afterthought.”

Caspian hated to hear her talk about herself like that.

“Then everyone in your world must be fools. You are valiant and beautiful in every world.”

Lucy found herself unable to hold his intense gaze.

“I’m not beautiful like Susan.”

He lifted her head up with a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Perhaps not. But you’re beautiful like you. And brave. And kind. And loving. And a million other wonderful things.”

“No one’s ever seen me the way you do.”

“It’s an honor to know you this way, Lucy.”

He reached up cradling her cheek before sliding his fingers into her hair.

“I love you.”

It was a relief to finally say it out loud, and her smile was well worth it.

“I love you too, Caspian. I have for a long time.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I was so scared I’d never see you again,” she whispered.

“I was too. I was certain that I’d lost my chance. But you’re here now.”

“I am.” She looked around and somehow he knew she was looking for Aslan. “But I still don’t know why.”

“I’m sure Aslan has his reasons.”

“He usually does,” Lucy agreed with a smile. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out in time. For now…”

“For now, I’m just going to be grateful. And enjoy every second of my time with you.”

“I like that plan.”

They walked through the gardens for a time before Caspian escorted her up to the castle.

Sure enough they spent the next few weeks enjoying their time together. In fact the entire kingdom rejoiced at the return of their queen. But with no indication as to why she was there, soon a quiet anxiety crept in.

Neither Lucy nor Caspian were willing to make too many plans when they didn’t know when she would be returning, so instead they focused on ensuring Narnia was well taken care of. Lucy helped Caspian reinstate the High Council so that every type of creature was represented. Caspian watched in awe as the land flourished and now that everyone had a voice they found it even easier to keep peace. In fact, many days it seemed there wasn’t much ruling to do at all. So he spent more time with his people than ever, which he loved.

And he grew to love Lucy more every day. He knew at some point that she would have to leave, to return to her family, but he also knew that he couldn’t bear to be without her. His decision was made, although he was sure that many would consider it selfish.

Which is why a year after she arrived, Caspian led Lucy into the maze he had found her in.

“This is quite lovely. We haven’t done this in a while. What brought this on?” she asked as they walked.

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. And I have a question for you. And I thought this would be the best place to ask it.”

She tilted her head in question, noting the slight nervousness in his voice.

“What kind of question?”

“An important one.”

They had reached the center of the maze and Caspian led Lucy to sit on the edge of the fountain that contained a stone carving of Aslan. He hoped it would bring them the Great Lion’s blessing.

He took both her hands in his as he sat beside her on the edge of the fountain.

“Lucy, my love, ever since I first met you, you have been a source of strength and someone who I have never failed to believe in. On our first adventure I learned never to overlook you, and I am eternally grateful for learning that lesson. Because it allowed me to see you for who you are on our second adventure. On the Dawn Treader, I fell in love with you. And the day I had to say goodbye to you it felt as if my heart would never be whole again. But by the grace of Aslan, you were returned to me. And I have spent the past year falling more and more in love with you. I’m not sure how long we have left in Narnia, but I don’t want to waste another moment without asking you to be my wife.”

She gasped as Caspian shifted down onto one knee.

“There is no other I would bind myself to. I love you, Lucy Pevensie. And my only wish is to have you by my side for as long as you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

“Of course.”

She tackled Caspian to the ground in a very unladylike move, and kissed him soundly.

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

Caspian’s smile was brilliant as he reached up to cradle her face before pulling her down for another kiss. They reveled in their new engagement alone for a while longer before deciding to return to the castle.

They were nearly out of the maze when they saw a flash of golden fur.

“Aslan?”

Lucy took off after the lion and Caspian was right on her heels. He couldn’t help but wonder at the timing.

They made it back to the fountain and found the lion himself in front of his stone counterpart.

“Aslan, it is you.”

Lucy launched herself at him, burying her face in his fur.

“Hello, dear one.” It came out in a deep rumbling laugh.

Caspian knelt before Aslan, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Rise, King Caspian.”

“Aslan, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to talk to you about your future, dear one.”

Caspian felt unease coil in his stomach.

“My future here or…?”

Lucy took a step back to stand next to Caspian taking his hand in hers.

“That is your decision to make, Lucy. Your heart longed for Narnia when you returned home. You had not been ready to leave it behind. Is that still true?”

She looked to her betrothed and considered her words carefully.

“I could leave Narnia. But I cannot leave my heart. I cannot leave Caspian. Not again.”

Aslan turned his massive head towards the king – looking at him expectantly.

“Caspian?”

The king lifted Lucy’s hand to kiss her knuckles, looking to her as he answered.

“Narnia was the only home I ever knew. But Lucy is the only home I will ever need. I would leave Narnia if she wished me to. If you would allow it,” he added as he finally turned to face Aslan.

“Caspian?” Lucy gasped at him.

Aslan seemed to nod so Caspian continued, looking back to his love.

“Lucy, in the past year we’ve changed Narnia. It is ruled by its people. As it should be. They don’t need a king. But I need you.”

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but there was no mistaking her smile.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” he assured her.

Lucy kissed him for a moment, before turning to Aslan.

“Aslan, is it possible?”

He huffed a laugh and nodded with a shake of his mane.

“Yes, dear one. It is possible. All is as it should be with Narnia thanks to you. But you both must be sure.”

They shared a look before turning back to Aslan.

“We’re sure,” they said in unison.

“But we must not abandon Narnia this time,” Lucy insisted. “I want to say goodbye properly.”

“Of course. You two can stay as long as you like, you have earned that. When you are ready return to this fountain and take the path behind it.”

They both peeked around as the hedge directly behind Aslan’s statue opened up. If she listened closely Lucy could hear the music of the reception.

“You’ll be returned to when you left,” Aslan answered her unspoken question.

Lucy hugged him again and Caspian joined in this time.

“Thank you, Aslan.”

“Thank you, for all you have done for Narnia. It is better for knowing you, dear heart.”

Lucy and Caspian were married after six months on the day before they stepped down and allowed the high council full rule over Narnia. Surprisingly, no one begrudged them their decision. Narnia was happy and they saw that they could rule themselves and be their own heroes.

Two years to the day after Lucy arrived, they said their final goodbyes to the land that had given them so many gifts, the dearest of which was each other.

Hand in hand they entered the maze and followed the turns to the center. With one last look at the great stone lion, they walked through the hedge behind him, coming out into a dark night. Lucy was once again in her lavender bridesmaid dress. Luckily she had had the foresight to have a suit made for Caspian so he would blend in.

“Shall we?” she asked, excited to see her family after so long. Well so long for her. Just moments for them.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t just wait here until after the wedding? How are we going to explain me just turning up?” Caspian asked, daunted by the new world around him.

It was louder than Narnia, and undeniably strange. Lucy cupped his cheek, and kissed him.

“The evening is nearly over. The others will want to see you. You were at the other party and we ran into each other in the garden. You’re an old friend from our time with the professor. And I insisted that you come say hello and congratulate Susan in person.”

“You’ve thought about this,” he teased, considering the plan in his head.

“Of course. It was the first thing I thought when you threatened me with my own dagger,” she reminded him with a mocking look.

“Oh really?” Caspian chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Yes. Right after ‘he’s here. Maybe I get to be loved after all’.”

“You are so loved, my valiant Lucy. And I shall love you forever. In every world.”

She smiled up at him, blissfully happy.

“And I you, Caspian.”

They shared one more kiss before walking hand in hand back to reception. Everything was as it should be.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. I've got loads of Ben Barnes feels lately and this is how I'm dealing with it lol. Thanks for reading!

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