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laawlesss · 2 years

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;; Envy of the Empress ..

— ;; minific monday !! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (..usually..)

>> in which a certain empress is jealous of you.

; words ? ; 2.6k.

; warnings ? ; none.

; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.

; request ? ; yes! ( @nani-nani-nani )

; pairing ? ; monkey d. luffy x reader.

; notes ; really happy w characterization in this fic !! y/n used, they/them pronouns also used. this was fun to write, i think i got luffy pretty okay in this one :3 tysm for the request, i hope u like!! crossposted on ao3 :3

You had heard tales of the stunning Amazon Lily, an island inhabited by the Kuja tribe, overflowing with majesty. You had even heard tales of the shichibukai who made her home there, the fierce and terrifying Boa Hancock. The rumors said she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and with her standing in front of you, she really was an intimidating kind of ethereal.

Her long black hair tumbled down her back, and her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her limbs were long and slender, her pearly skin smooth, and her eyes round and soft. She was the kind of woman who caught the eye of everyone who managed to grace her presence. Now, as she stood ahead of you with all the poise of a goddess, you couldn’t help but to feel subpar.

“And… What exactly are you?” Boa sneered, rearing her head back and staring down her nose at you. Her elegant arms were crossed over her large chest, her eyes narrowed at you as you stood alone, waiting for your captain to climb off his ship that docked nearby. You suddenly felt plain in the outfit you wore, although you’d been so happy with it when you had picked it earlier that morning. Her extravagant clothing seemed to outshine yours in every way, with bright colors and expensive fabrics that put you to shame.

You were about to open your mouth and retort, before you felt a familiar weight settle over your shoulders. Your captain had leapt off of the Thousand Sunny and made a beeline for your side, a wide grin on his face. “Hiya, Hammock!” Luffy greeted the warlord, his tone bright and playful. Your tense muscles relaxed and you felt your heart soar at the presence of your partner.

“Luffy my darling! Oh, it’s so good to see you again my love!” The warlord’s demeanor had switched within an instant, and she held her hands to her face with a bright blush now present on her lovely face. She had an expression of shy bliss, swaying side to side as she fell into her own imagination. You tilted your head slightly in confusion, what was she talking about? Was she crazy, or did she and Luffy actually have something going on that you didn’t know about?

You shrugged it off, sure that it was nothing. You leaned your head on Luffy’s shoulder, and your captain turned his head slightly to give you a smile. Heart a flutter, you relaxed, any doubts leaving your mind instantly. His fluffy hair tickled your cheek, causing you to giggle softly, and the sound of your glee knocked Hancock out of her stupor.

“Who are you, pitiful creature?” She sneered, her face twisted into an expression of envy. Hancock looked disgusted, offended that you had the audacity to stand in the mere vicinity of her love.

“They’re my smanibican other!” Luffy cheered, smushing his cheek against yours. You raised a brow and smiled in amusement. He lifted your spirits immensely, his happy-go-lucky and sunshine-y nature ended up being addictive.

“Significant, Lu. We still gotta work on that.” You hummed, and Luffy just laughed wildly. He wrapped his arm around yours, all the while Hancock looked as though you just puked on her shoes. She practically snarled at you, her eyes fierce and intimidating. Her massive snake weapon, Salome, had coiled up behind her and was baring her fangs at you, something that had you nervous.

Luffy didn’t seem bothered by Hancock or her snake at all, reaching down to hold onto your hand happily. He swung your connected hands, his signature grin on his face. “So where’s the food, Hammock? I’m starving!” Luffy drew the warlord’s gaze, and she melted again in an instant. The bright blush returned to her cheeks and she clasped her hands together with a schoolgirlish giggle.

“I’ve prepared only the finest feast for you, my beloved! Meat, fruits, cuisine of all types just for you, Luffy darling~!” She sighed happily, and held her face in her hands. Her long hair swayed behind her in her excitement as she imagined some false scenario in her mind. When your stomach growled, causing Luffy to laugh, she dropped her sweet demeanor again, glaring at you. “You are not welcome, harlot. Only Luffy may dine at my table.” Hancock scoffed, crossing her arms and turning her head away.

“Hey, why not?!” Luffy huffed, his brows furrowing and a sharp frown crossing his face. “I dunno what a hutlet is, but Y/N is not one of them!!!” He clutched harder onto your hand, and it took you letting out a sigh and laying your head on his shoulder to get him to calm down. Your captain only quieted his words, his angered expression remained in place.

Hancock looked torn, her heart shattered, before she recovered and turned her back to you. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she huffed. “…Very well.” She sent a glance at you, one so full of venom that you couldn’t help but shudder and slide closer to your boyfriend. The rumors that stated that she was as terrifying as she was beautiful were correct in every way.

Luffy cheered, letting go of any anger he felt and wrapping his arms and legs around you in a hug. “You hear that? We can both go eat together!” You smiled, and wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Yeah, we can. Do you wanna go get the others?” You suggested, looking around for your crewmates. The entirety of the Straw Hat crew had decided to stop on Amazon Lily as they passed through the area, most everyone excited to meet the Kuja warriors. Sanji, of course, was practically losing his mind even before you reached the island, and Usopp seemed genuinely terrified to step foot near Amazon Lily at all.

Luffy’s eyes widened, and he shot off with a wild yell, using his arms to swing back towards the ship docked further down the island. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you, watching your captain go so happily. In the meantime, you figured you’d take a stroll around and take in the sights of the beautiful island.

The forests were still but not silent in the least, teeming with wildlife that cooed and hummed. You had been told that Amazon Lily never saw a storm due to its location in the Calm Belt, and you figured Nami would get a kick out of the meteorology of the island. All around you vivid colors sprouted, wide leaves of trees and plants soaked up the sun, and brightly colored birds sang a chorus of songs. The island was as beautiful as its empress, filled with an incredible kind of majesty that had you floored.

Your hand lightly grazed over the bark of one of the taller trees in the jungle, your thoughts wandering as you wondered if Robin knew any secrets of the island that she’d be willing to share with you. It was perfectly peaceful, and you let yourself get lost in the forest until it was time for the banquet.

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The dining room in Hancock’s palace was extravagant, lined with gorgeous fabrics in every hue, glimmering jewels and gems lining every cup and plate. The elegant aroma of delicious food wafted over the long table, and you had to keep a firm grip on Luffy’s arm to prevent him from leaping out of his seat and scarfing down the nearest entree. After fervently insisting that the rest of his nakama be allowed on the island, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Franky, and Brook were allowed to attend the banquet, although Sanji did get punched and kicked a few times by a few Kuja warriors who he got a bit too close to.

You sat on one side of Luffy, while Hancock sat on the other side at the head of the table. Your crewmates were scattered about in the other seats, eager to begin the banquet. Although you sent a grateful smile to Hancock, she returned it with a sharp glare and a sneer, her hands itching to use her devil fruit powers on you. The only thing holding her back was Luffy, braced between you two, and his arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s eat! I’m starving!” Luffy whined, practically drooling as he stared at the onslaught of perfectly cooked meals for him and his crew to enjoy. Chopper sat on the other side of you, a few pillows stacked on his seat so that he could reach the table. He cheered in unison with Luffy, and you laughed. The atmosphere with the crew around had lifted, and you felt at home and safe once again. Who cared about what that warlord thought? Just because she was intimidatingly pretty she thought she could ruin your day? Your found family and your boyfriend were secure around you, and you couldn’t have been happier if you tried.

Soon you couldn’t hold Luffy back any longer, and he began to scarf down anything within reach. You could only laugh at his wild nature, and did your best to avoid his rampage while you ate. It was a bit of a task, dodging Luffy’s arms as he swiped food from other people, but made sure that you still had enough of the things you wanted to eat. You discreetly slid Chopper some of the fruit from your plate after Luffy had stolen his, only for your beloved captain to take notice and fall into a fit of laughter.

Throughout the meal, Hancock glared at you with fire in her eyes. When you took Luffy’s hand and leaned in to place an affectionate kiss on his cheek while he snacked on something, it seemed to be her last straw. She abruptly stood and slammed her hands down on the table, her face twisted into an expression of rage. The silence that fell over the table was the perfect backdrop for her speech.

“Get your disgusting mouth off of my betrothed! You don’t even deserve to be in my palace, I allowed you here out of my admiration for my Luffy. Now you dare to disrespect me by kissing my beloved?” Her voice was filled with venom and hatred, her eyes seething as her snake rose up behind her. “You are worth less than dirt, you don’t even deserve my spit.” Hancock hissed, entirely fuming.

You could hear Usopp whisper something to Franky, “I thought they were dating? Don’t people who date usually kiss their partners?” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Franky nod, but you were too taken aback to move. You didn’t realize just how obsessed Hancock was with your captain, and you didn’t know how to respond.

“That’s no way to speak to them!” Nami stood up, matching the anger on Hancock’s face. Your heart swelled when you saw your crewmates coming to your defense, even Chopper, as timid as he was, leapt onto the table to agree with the navigator.

“Now, now, let’s all settle down—“ Brook said nervously, clasping his bony hands together. His head swiveled around between the irked warlord and the crewmates coming to your defense, and all you could do was shrink in your seat beside Luffy.

“You think Luffy would love someone like you? When he could have me?” Hancock spat, her furious gaze never leaving you. “I am better than you in every possible way, worm, you don’t even deserve to be in his presence!” Her voice trailed off into a screech, Zoro giving a short whistle as if to say, ‘damn, this chick is crazy’. Nami was about to say something, before Robin held up a hand, ever the picture of elegance.

“How about we let Luffy decide who he likes most?” She spoke with a calm voice, sending you a comforting smile. The entire time, Luffy had been chewing on a piece of meat, his eyes shadowed by his signature straw hat. Your heart started to pound, what if he chose Hancock? She wasn’t halfway wrong when she said that she was better than you, she was a warlord after all. Strong, beautiful, and empress of her own empire. Luffy had every reason to choose her over you.

Hancock crossed her arms and a confident grin sparked on her lips. “He’ll choose me, obviously—“ Her words trailed off as she watched Luffy yank his hat off of his head and drop it onto yours. WIthout a word, he swallowed his food and planted a kiss on your cheek, his arm firmly around your waist. When he looked up, he had danger in his eyes, returning Hancock’s glare with one of his own. It was obvious what his choice was.

“Quit talking about them like that.” His tone was slow but menacing, his eyes wide as he stared the warlord down. She was taken aback, a slight gasp leaving her. Relief washed over you, and you leaned into Luffy’s side, smiling softly to yourself. Was it bad that you felt proud? Either way, you had won over the pirate empress.

Luffy wrapped his arm around your waist, and tugged you closer, never once breaking his stare down with Hancock. The rest of the crew felt the dangerous aura that their captain gave off and tensed as though they were about to witness a fight. Chopper clung to your other arm, and Usopp hid behind Franky.

Without another word, Luffy stood up, pulling you with him. The rest of the crew followed suit, following behind him as he stomped back to the ship. You felt a little embarrassed, because of your actions the banquet was apparently canceled, and though you felt a strong disinclination towards Hancock, it twisted your heart to see her on the verge of tears as Luffy left her behind.

The crew didn’t seem to mind, Nami was raving about what a psycho the warlord was while Robin sent you a conspiratorial wink. Usopp was claiming that he could’ve beaten her if they went head to head, Zoro didn’t seem to care, and Sanji was lighting up a brand new cigarette. Everyone seemed nonchalant, but it had made you feel so cared for when they stood up for you.

Everyone seemed to be back to normal when you boarded the Thousand Sunny again, except Luffy. He still seemed to be carrying something, and you turned to him to ask him what was wrong.

“I didn’t like how she was talkin’ about you. You’re not a worm, you’re strong! That’s why you’re a part of my crew!” He looked to you and sent you a big grin, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush to his side. You still wore his hat, and he gently flicked the brim upwards so that he could see your eyes. His boyish expression sent a shock through you that had your head spinning. “And you’re my sanipigcant other! Of course I’m gonna pick you!” He pressed his cheek against yours, before giving you an affectionate kiss on your forehead.

You fought back a blush as you smiled, leaning into him as your found family made small talk around you. “Significant, Luffy.” You corrected him softly, to which he just laughed. You placed his hat back onto his head and his grin widened, looking at you like you were his whole world.

As the crew began to ship out from Amazon Lily after their very short excursion, you didn’t stray much from Luffy’s side, and he eventually pulled you up to sit on the lion figurehead with him as night fell. Your heart swelled with love for your captain and partner, and your affections only grew every time he sent you his excitable grin. Pressing a kiss to his nose that made him giggle, the two of you spent the evening watching the stars fade into view.

#— 🤍 ; minific monday!!#monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff #fluff #ty for the request! <3

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mediocre-shark-tales · 3 months

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Fated by the Stars (8)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of spiking drink, sexual themes, impregnanting talk, teasing, Swearing, naming calling, and Mentions of alcohol.

Summary - The boys are enthralled with you during the party, however the second they have to leave your side to give a group speech. Of course that is when the enemy strikes, leaving behind a mess in their wake.

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The song slowly came to an end as we pulled up to the huge mansion like building. The architecture was beautiful, with lime stone walls and roman columns. Wooyoung parked in a large secured parking lot next to the building. He got out first and ran around to open the door for me. I gave him a smile and took his hand, carefully getting out of the car. I had to make sure I didn't step on the dress or anything. Once the door was shut, I heard the sound of multiple feet walking towards us as someone called for Wooyoung.

I saw a group of seven other men came over, Wooyoung stepped out of the way so they could see me too. All of there faces looked upon me with equal astonishment. "Wow, is that y/n? From Chan's pack?" One asked. Wooyoung nodded. "She is, due just got done dolling her up. Oh Y/n" He looked at me. "This is my pack." He pointed and began to list off their names from left to right. "We are the Halazia pack to outsiders. But now you are my friend, so you don't have to call us that." I nodded. "Nice to meet you all, I hope to become your friend as well." I heard coos and agreement around me. "Awe you are just the sweetest little thing. I'm glad Chan and the boys are fated to you." Seonghwa said. Amongst this group, there were 4 alphas, 2 betas, and 2 Omega's. One of those omega's being Wooyoung of course.

I blushed at their compliments, however Wooyoung had my back. "Come on chill out boys, can't let her accidentally ruin her make up. Plus her pack has no idea how gorgeous she looks right now." Wooyoung held my hand and began to lead me inside. I was still trying to get used to walking in heels. The time I spent practicing with Jisung and Minho must have really paid off.

Walking inside with Wooyoung and His pack surrounding me, I saw other faces look to us astonished by the beauty in one small area. I felt like an angel surrounded by heavens most handsome men. I could only imagine how beautiful my own pack would look.

It only took me a second to spot them, they had yet to spot me. Wooyoung brought me down the steps, his pack following closely behind me. The crowd parted like the sea, I guess these boys usually beeline for my boys at stuff like this. Otherwise why would they so naturally part for us.

Finally the boys looked over, making eye contact with me. Their faces instantly dropped from smiles, but not in a bad way. They were filled with some much love and astonishment. Quickly walking up to me and the others. "Oh my moon goddess, my 'mega. You are more gorgeous than I could ever describe or even imagine." Chan said as he gently grabbed my hands. I too was enthralled and enchanted by each of their own personal beauty. Minho and Jisung had done such a lovely job at designing the perfect outfit to enhance everyones own beauty.

"You guys all look so ethereal yourselves." I said softly to them. I saw each one blush different hues and shades or red or pink. "Thank you for today Wooyoung" Jisung said giving him as smile. Wooyoung nodded and smiled himself. "she's as adorable as you guys talk about, I'm glad to have earned her friendship. I was sure to give my number to her so we can meet up later." He responded. Chan then pulled me up against him closer. "If you won't mind us, we would love to show our Omega how to have a good time here." Hongjoong spoke for the pack this time. Pack alpha to Pack alpha. "No worries, I expected as much from a newly completed mated pack. I can only imagine how much worse you will be when you all finally give her the pack mark." I heard him laugh before they all walked away.

Chan gently pulled me into their circle, placing me in the center among them. Each one placed a hand on me, Minho spoke first. "Give us a moment to fix your scent, no matter how much we love those guys, we still would rather you smell more of us." Everyone was given a chance to pull my closer, giving me a kiss and scenting me a little.

Once they were satisfied, Felix grabbed my hand and began to lead me to a nearby circle booth. He helped me slide in, so I sat in the middle amongst my boys. Jeongin and Seungmin Sat immediately next to me, the younger having his arm around my waist. Seungmin had his hand spread out on my thigh. Both their hands on me like this, I began to feel warmer as my thoughts plummeted from the heavens to the kinkiest ring of hell.

All their eyes were on me, this time Hyunjin spoke for the pack. "We already new you were beautiful, but tonight you are down right gorgeous 'mega. I'm so glad we get to experience this night with you." I smiled "I'm glad to be here with you guys aswell. You all look even more impossibly handsome tonight than I thought possible." I saw their faces all blush or shy away at my compliment.

I felt myself begin to slowly smile wider at them. I glanced around a bit as we sat here in comfortable silence. That's when I noticed the drinks, I was thirsty.

I glanced around to see everyone in their own conversations. So I gently placed my hand on Seungmins, to get his attention when he was done talking. They both stopped talking and looked at me. Looking between Seungmin and Jisung I asked, "Can I get a drink please?" Seungmin nodded but Jisung spoke first. "Have you ever had alcohol sweetie?" I shook my head no. "Okay then we will go get you a non-alcoholic drink for today." I agreed and watched as were both let out to go get me and a few others some drinks.

When they left, I felt someones hand pull me flush against their side. I looked up to see a smirking Jeongin looking back down at me. I felt his hand begin to wander up and down my waist. Caressing me gently while he continued to talk to Changbin about whatever. I couldn't pay attention as his hand slowly wrapped farther around my waist. Making his way slowly down to my heat, with every second I could feel myself twitching in anticipation.

My blush quickly returned to my cheeks when he finally had the tips of his fingers over my mound. His fingers lightly drawing circles over my clit. I could feel myself becoming slicker, the movements and scents of my pack around me were getting me drunk on the love.

I bit my lip trying to control my moans, I placed my hand on jeongins trying to get his attention. I didn't want everyone to smell my slick as he enticed it out of me. However it was too late as Chan growled. "Jeongin, there is still another 3 hours before we can leave, please do not make us suffer from the enchanting scent that is our mate's slick."

I blushed some more, before Seungmin and Jisung returned. Handing me my juice and the others their alcohol. We sat here for another long while, just indulging in each others presence and conversation. But after a while I was becoming bored, so I looked over and asked to be let out of the booth. "Whats wrong baby?" I smiled at him. "I would just like to go dance for a bit, have some fun you know?" I got a smile back before Hyunjin and Minho Both spoke up again. "Allow us gorgeous, we will take you." Minho said, followed by Hyunjin saying "I've wanted to dance with you for a while babe." I agreed

The boys let me out, as the other two grabbed my hands gently. Leading me down to the dance floor. Once we found an open spot deep in to the mosh pit, I was sandwiched between them both. The first song to play was talk dirty by Jason derulo. I smiled and decided to play a little bit with the alpha and beta I was sandwiched between. Minho was being me, so I began to grind against him in during the chorus of the song. My hands caressed and glided over hyunjins front. As another beat drops came I pulled him by the collar down to my face, mouthing the words "talk dirty to me." Then I let him go and watched as his face went from surprise to an equally evil smirk as mine.

I felt hands grab onto my hips, as Minho began to grind back into me. I could feel his growing and hardening bulge against my ass. It was leaving enough to imagination, just thinking about taking every single pack mate. Making them feel as good as I feel, being a good 'mega for them. "Someones being a little pushy today. Is our omega just that desperate for our knots?" I whined leaning back against Minho as he whispered into my ear. However hyunjin grabbed my chin, running his thumb below my lips. Barely catching my bottom lip as he passed over. "I think she just want to get pumped full of our cum, to make sure she gets pregnant with our pups." I felt myself shy away, those words having me aching more at the thought.

I felt them begin to travel their hands up and down my body hungrier. "I wish we could satisfy your wants darling, but we have to give our end of the night speech before we can leave. I'm sure we can convince chan to speed this up for us to leave." I nodded whimpering out a please.

With that they gently began to lead me back to the booth where the rest sat still. Minho let go and whispered to Chan for a bit. The formers eyes growing darker as he looks me up and down, a small flame of hunger hidden beneath those dark brown irises. He nodded and stood up walking slowly towards me. He took my hands in his and looked deep into my eyes.

"wait here for us pretty girl, we won't be long and then we can leave." I nodded and he gave my forehead a kiss before leading me to the now empty booth. Helping me to sit down and placing my drink in front of me.

I watched them all walk off to the main area, but as they disappeared into he crowd I lost sight of them. However, with them gone it seems that the devil got his own confidence.

As that awful smell, one I hoped I would never remember or experience again, it began to fill my space. Looking over to where it was coming from, I saw him. The man who filled my nightmares, left my scars. Scars that were either visible or mental. I could feel my instinct taking over, wanting to shy away from the alpha near me. My anxiety spiked more as he sat down across from me. "Well hello there Princess?" SangJun said with an ounce a venom spilling out. "Did you have a fun time playing pretend? It's time for you to come back home bitch. You were birthed for me, you are mine." Those last words ignited something in me as I growled at him. I saw surprise flash throughout his eyes.

"Oh shut up bitch, you know you deserve everything I am gonna do to you. You ran away from your pack, you were selfish and unruly. You are nothing without me, I am your alpha. Not some hot shot pack that doesn't know how omega's are supposed to be kept. Which is out of sight and silent. You are here to be my doll." He spoke to me. That when I barked at him, growling intensifying as the words I have always wanted to say spilled from my lips.

"You are the selfish one here Jun. You go around pulling everyone who holds no worth to you down. In the beginning, I thought you were everything I ever needed. Which was so childish of me, but what can you expect from an actual child. But now I have seen what the world really thinks, I know that you are one of few pack who still lead with the same mindset. Out here, Omegas are cherished and loved. Our rarity among the population makes us more worthy of love than you or anyone who follows you. My pack is my fated pack, they are my fated mates. You have no say over what the moon goddess chooses. You can't undo my love for them or their love for me. By the goddess, I wish to hurt you the exact same way you hurt me if not worse."

I wish I had paid more attention to his hands in that moment looking back on it now. Once he stood up, all he said was. "You will come looking for me soon princess, if not then I will come for you and nothing will stop me from getting you." He caressed my cheek and walked away. I rubbed my cheek trying to remove his acidic scent. Tears brimming my eyes as I tried my best to hold it back.

I took a big gulp of my drink and finally saw the boys walking over, but as they saw me their face dropped. They're paced picked upas they came closer, Changbin and Felix Knealed in front of me. The former spoke first, "What happened darling?" I sighed. "Sang-Jun is here, please can we leave now?" They all nodded and I took another gulp of my drink, however this time I recognized a very subtle flavor. It wasn't there when I had been drinking it earlier.

My heart dropped, it was the same drug Jun used to give me. One that forced me into a heat, making me easier to persuade as the Omega headspace would take over for me. I looked back at the boys with a now scared face. "We need to leave quickly. I'll explain later please." I began to cry. Changbin picked me up easily and began to carry me out the building. They speed walked to not grab any unwanted attention.

When we were outside, they beelined it to the pack van. Chan and Felix jumping in front. The Maknaes piled into the back, and I sat on Changbins lap with Hyunjin and Minho on either side. I could feel the beginnings of the forced heat slowly increase in intensity. I whined and situated myself to changbins thigh, rocking slightly against it. The double slit dress making it very easy to move as I wished.

I heard the growls of all pack members as my natural scent began to sweeten even more due to my heat. "He spiked my drink, it's the same drug he used to use to force me into heat during his ruts. it has a distinct but subtle flavor." I explained as quickly as I could, before the heat would take over too much for me to think straight.

"Don't worry omega, we got you. We will take good care of you, don't be nervous." I heard changbin growl out into my ear. Minho speaking next. "And when this is all over, we will make sure that sorry excuse for a man is run through the ground till he is six feet below. We have had enough of his antics."

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#alpha beta omega #bang chan #childhood trauma #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #lee minho #omegaverse #seo changbin #x reader #tragic #yang jeongin #stray kids

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cdragons · 6 months

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BITCH, WHAT?! - An Eternals STEM Trio Drabble

Pairings: Platonic!Phastos x Hectate!Eternal Reader, Phastos & Kaetlyn, Phastos x Ben, Kaet x Druig (Druig doesn't appear, but he is mentioned), mention of Ikaris x Sephia Words: ~1.0 k Summary: A lil' drabble that tells how Phastos found out about one wonderfully incredible flower goddess banging it out with one blue flying man with stupid hair. Warning: Nudity (but not sexual), Kaetlyn has ZERO shame, Phastos needs some aspirin from dealing with his crazyass magic shadow sister, unbetaed we die like Ajak (sorry Ajak) Notes: This drabble was inspired by a scene in Grey's Anatomy, if you know you know. Please reblog and like and comment! Shoutout to @ethereal-athalia & @valeskafics for being the most supportive people on this platform!

Phastos was a pacifist. He was a ‘thinker,’ not a ‘fighter.’ If there was a way to resolve a conflict peacefully with no potential loss of blood or bodily fluid, then he would take it. His inventions may have martial uses, but he remained steadfast in using his mind for peace and not violence. He lived this way for 7,000 years on Earth, and he would like it very much to keep it that way.

But lord-y lord, was he sorely tempted to break that right now.

“How could she not tell me?” you asked incredulously. “I mean, how could she not tell me?”

“Get out.” he told you.

Out of every one of his old family, Phastos was definitely not one to be ashamed to admit that he played favorites, and there was most definitely a ranking system. He wasn’t so petty to reveal who were at the bottom Sprite, but he knew it was obvious who were his favorites. Out of the remaining eleven members, he adored you and Sephia above everyone else. His love for the two of you reached to the point he considered the both you to be his sisters, and his respect went so far as to hold you two to a higher esteem than he held Ajak.

“I mean seriously, ME? What the fuck?”

“Please, get out.” he repeated in hopes that you would listen.

And of course, you didn’t.

Normally Phastos would more than happy with you visiting. After all, you and Sephia were the only ones that Phastos really trusted to be around his family so that his son could have a chance of a normal childhood without ‘excessive’ trauma. Jack adored his Aunties ‘Sophia’ and ‘Katie,’ and you both loved him. And while he would never admit it, he truly appreciated how either you or Sephie would happily take Jack off his dads’ hands so that they could spend some quality time together after he and Ben brough Jack home from the hospital.

But he would really appreciate it if you hadn’t just magicked yourself into his living room before barging yourself in the bathroom with him while he was showering so that he could prepare for an important interview with the magnet school Jack’s currently being waitlisted on. He’d appreciate even more if you picked up the very subtle hints that he’s been dropping while you were currently pacing on the other side of the shower curtain.

“He’s lying,” you went off, “he’s a lying liar – that’s it, that has to be it. I would know if my soul sister was in a relationship with someone.”

“Get out.” Maybe if he repeated it enough with gradual emphasis, it might actually sink into her head.

“I’m actually being gaslighted-” a cold blast of air hit his back as you pulled the curtain to one side – “Phastos this is criminal-”

Immediately pulling back the curtains to retain some sense of his dignity, Phastos decided that enough was enough. “Get out!”

Taken back, you asked: “What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem- Kaety, I am in the shower. I am wet and n a k e d.” Phastos stressed the last word to point out the very glaring fact that he was wet and not wearing any clothes.

“Okay, and? I’ve seen it all before, no big deal! I’m in the middle of a crisis here!”

Did you really fail to see how fucking weird this situation was?

Feeling a migraine coming in, he needed to get you out so he could finish his shower in peace for five goddamn minutes. Looking you in the eyes, Phastos did his best to give you his best “I’m Pissed” stare.

Letting out a sigh, he thought that maybe you finally took the hint and would leave.

“Alright, fine,” you reasoned out, “your junk is…spectacular, really great. 10 out of 10, would bang you if you were straight and I wasn’t already madly obsessed with Druig’s nether regions. Ben is truly a lucky man…can we get back to me now?”

“…”

“Why are you making that face?” you groaned in distress.

“Kaety, I know I said that my door would always been open for you. But I have a very important interview with that magnet school for Jack, alright? Me and Ben have been prepping for this afternoon for over 3 months. I am sleep-deprived, I need to shower, and I need to be focused. Whatever you’re going through, go to Sephie, okay?”

“…It’s Ben and I.”

“Why are you here anyway? And where are the girls? Did you just leave them at the compound?”

“What? No, the girls are downstairs playing with Jack. Druig and Ben are watching over them.”

“Oh my god- Druig’s here too?”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? Leave my kids without telling the love of my life? Phastos, what kind of mother and wife do you think I am?”

“…Just get out.”

You were just about to leave when you finally registered what he said earlier - and you immediately turned back.

“HOLD UP!” you shouted as pulled the curtain again as Phastos pulled it back, “You mean to tell me that you haven’t been listening to me this ENTIRE TIME?”

“No, I haven’t! And I don’t particularly care about it right now!” he shouted whilst standing under the shower head to finally finish washing himself. “Just tell me later! When I am NOT NAKED!”

Still determined to get a proper reaction, you made sure to project very loudly. “SO, it wouldn’t interest you to know that I caught Ikaris and Sephie HAVING SEX?!”

“WHAT?!” This time, Phastos was the one to pull the curtains back. “NO! Wait- that’s- that’s- NO! Why would- NO!”

“Thank you.” you calmly stated before pulling his curtain between you two once more as you finally exited the bathroom- leaving your Inventor brother to stand under the streaming water in a state of extreme shock at the most horrific news he’s received since Thanos’ Snap.

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Entwined Fates - Tsireya version

Pairing: Tsireya x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Words: 700

-> Requested by @dawncharacteristicrain

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and gold, Tsireya and you sat together on the serene shore of Awa'atlu, your hands entwined, heads leaned against one another. The tranquil lapping of the waves was the only sound to break the stillness of the evening. You awaited the arrival of night, eager to submerge yourselves into the ocean's depths and seal your bond for eternity.

Your love for one another had blossomed from the moment your eyes first met. Two souls, effortlessly finding their way to each other, completing one another with a seamless grace. A love so pure, a moment's absence could upset the delicate balance of happiness.

Tsireya was dressed in traditional attire bedecked with beads and shells, her black hair dancing in the breeze. Her eyes, alight with excitement and joy, sparkled like diamonds. You, similarly dressed in the colors of your ancestral clan, stood by her side, equal parts proud and in awe of the beauty that was your future mate.

Though your love for each other was evident, you couldn't shake off a sense of nervousness. But as the time approached, Tsireya held your hand even tighter, lacing her fingers through yours and leading you to the water's edge. The radiance of her smile lit up her face, and her eyes sparkled with the love she had yet to give.

"Are you ready to bond with the ocean?" she whispered softly, her voice carried by the wind. You nodded, and together you plunged into the shimmering, crystal-clear waters, teeming with life. As you descended deeper into the ocean, a peace settled over you, and Tsireya glided beside you, her movements as graceful as those of a mermaid.

There, in a hidden world of lush vegetation, lay the heart of the spiritual bond that united the Na'vi of the water with the goddess Eywa. You both ventured deeper into the ocean, the world around you was cast in an ethereal glow. The water was a canvas of crystal clarity, and the towering rocks were adorned with vibrant hues of coral and seaweed, as schools of fish danced amongst them, making the scene almost otherworldly.

Tsireya took your hand, leading you towards the heart of the ocean's connection - the spiritual tree, its trunk aglow with a soft blue radiance. Approaching its base, a warm and comforting energy enveloped you, filling you with a sense of peace and reverence.

Your steps brought you closer to each other, as if drawn by an unseen force. Your eyes locked and a spark ignited between you, a moment suspended in time. Your queues reached out towards one another, tenderly intertwining in a dance of unity.

With your eyes closed, you surrendered to the connection between you, feeling it grow and blossom like a flower in the sun. The sensations that flowed between you were electric, and you felt your bodies warm with the joy of the bond. It was as if you could feel each other's soul through the very fibers of your being, connection unlike any other.

The world around you disappeared and you were enveloped in a cocoon of intimacy, where only you and your beloved existed. You could sense each other's emotions, fears and desires, and it was a comforting and reassuring feeling, like coming home.

The two of you basked in the beauty of the moment, as your queues intertwined in a sacred dance of love and unity. Time seemed to stand still as you gazed into each other's eyes, each one reflecting the depth of emotion that lay within.

"We found each other," you both whispered in unison, knowing that the bond you forged was unbreakable.

With tender embraces, you felt your hearts beat as one, the connection between you a testament to the fact that you had found your soul mate.

"Together we stand," you said, breaking the embrace and gazing into Tsireya's eyes, filled with happiness and bliss.

"United by love," she replied, her smile radiating the joy that filled her soul. You both turned to the Tree, offering a prayer of thanks to Eywa for bringing you together.

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lala1267 · 11 months

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Is it wrong (Part 4)

Summary: Priscilla starts to show her true colours.

Notes: This is a kinda random chapter, but the next one is gonna be better. This is the calm before the storm ig.

She woke up in one of the guest rooms of Graceland. The sun shot golden light beams on her cute face as she sat up. The cotton sheets moved on her body that was covered in a satin night dress. She pushed back her messy golden hair with the back of her small hand. She blinked her soft doll eyes a few times before looking at the door. It was slightly open, letting the floating specs of dust become visible to the human eye. She gradually lifted her body from the king-sized bed. Her bare feet touched the cold, glazed wooden floor, sending electric waves throughout her body. She walked over to the oak door that was painted a pearl white. Her hand slowly pushed the door further open. Her mysterious eyes looked at the sunlit hallway that stared back at her. It had a royal white carpet. The walls were painted white with golden linings that trailed along the edges of the walls. Shelves of family pictures and ordiments stood tall. The warm sun filled the atmosphere. She stepped out into the fantasy looking hallway. She walked down the lavish steps.

She had grabbed a random book from a bookshelf that rested in the corner of the living room before walking into the garden. The warm summer breeze hit her bare face, pushing back her goddess hair. Her satin dress hugged tightly onto her fragile body before she walked through the door. She sat herself down on the green grass. Little dandelions and daisies surrounded her angelic self. Her dreamy eyes scanned the book that rested in her small hands. She looked like a dream as the sun hit her in her resting state.

She didn't even notice the fact that Elvis was walking right up to her from behind. His big hand rested on her shoulder as his hot breath hit her sun-kissed skin.

"Good mornin' baby."

He said in his southern drawl with an undertone of his deep morning voice. Her head turned to look at the handsome man who was hunched over her. His Egyptian shadow-blue eyes stared back at her cotton blue beads. She had oceans tucked away within her hair as sweet poems swam underneath her tanned skin. Sunlight was always flowing within her summer heart. A childish smile formed on her pretty pink lips. Elvis wrapped his large arms around her figure. She smelt of white roses with an undertone of vintage cherry cola. She felt every one of his cold golden rings meet her soft, warm skin. He pulled away before playing with her ethereal hair that draped over her shoulders. His eyes looked down at the book that she held.

"Do you even like that book?"

He asked as his fingers got lost in her tangled curls. She let out a sigh as she looked at the nature in the distance.

"No."

She said solely.

"We can have some fun, I have some horses in the stables."

He said. Lolita's head instantly tilted back to look at his face. A sheepish grin invaded her young face.

"Yes, please!"

She said excitedly. A chuckle escaped Elvis's lips.

"Ok baby"

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Lolita's hand ran along the tall horses hair. It was soft and well kept. Her eyes were filled with awe. Her devine smile was lurking on her face once more. Elvis watched her. Her beauty and gracefullness that lit a spark in him.

"Do you wanna ride?"

"Yes please."

She said politely. She felt Elvis's big hands wrap around her small waist. He pulled her up onto the tall horse with ease before he climbed on too. He sat behind her, his arms held onto the wreigns so that he was basically hugging her. His chest pushed up against her back as they rode around the stables that were filled with greenery. Mother nature slept in the trees. Lolita's hair blew all over the place as her body bounced up and down against Elvis's. Her joy and laughter filled the air. One of Elvis's hands moved to hold onto her small waist. Slowly rubbing circles as they carried on riding.

Their flirting and laughing woke the beast up. Little did they know, Priscilla watched like a hawk through the bedroom window. Her blood boiled as a strong wave of jealousy coursed through her veins. Her fists turned white from clenching them so hard. The witchery in her eyes was almost inhumane.

"Pathetic."

She scoffed to herself before walking off, leaving behind her haunting energy.

The next day

It was 3pm. Lolita ran up to the door, and her checkered pleated skirt bounced up and down as her spiralled curls blew in the afternoon breeze. Her fist knocked on the door. She stood there patiently, waiting for her sweet man to open the door. The large grin from her face dropped as she was met with Priscilla. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot, almost as if she was crying. Her hair wasn't styled, messy, in fact. Her menacing eyes sent cold shivers down Lolita's spine.

"Elvis isn't here, in case you wanted him."

She said in a cold, stern tone. Lolita stood there, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Lisa is in the living room."

She said blankly before stepping aside to make way for Lolita. She stepped in, her black school shoes sounded against the polished wooden floorboards. She quickly slipped them off before walking into the living room. Priscilla followed behind like a shadow. Lolita was about to pick baby Lisa up from the cream coloured sofa when she was almost nocked over. Priscilla had pushed past her as if she was worth nothing. Lolita's head turned to look at Priscilla, who was behind her.

"Don't look at me, do your job."

She said as her bitchy face scrunched. Lolita nodded before hiding her ripe tomato face. She grabbed Lisa and cradled her gently as Priscilla made her way upstairs.

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"Oh no, i need to get ya some new clothes."

Lolita said in a baby voice as Lisa accidentally spilled some milk onto her shirt. Lolita gently placed Lisa in her high seat so that she could watch television before making her way upstairs. Her heart skipped a beat with each step she took. She was scared of Priscilla and her attitude. She took a deep breath before knocking on her bedroom door.

"Come in."

Prsicilla said. Lolita slowly opened the door that creaked. She stood there looking at Priscilla, who was doing her makeup by the lavish vanity. Priscilla's head turned in Lolita's direction as a sigh escaped her glossy lips.

"What?"

She said in a bitchy tone.

"Uhm, w-where is Lisa's spare clothes?"

She asked quietly as her eyes avoided contact with Priscilla's.

"Why?"

"She accidentally s-spilled some milk on her shirt."

She said.

"You're meant to be a babysitter, and you can't even keep my goddamn baby clean?!"

She said as she raised her voice. Lolita turned a shade of red.

"Fucking pathetic."

She scoffed under her breath before standing up, banging her hands against the wooden table in the process. She stomped over to Lolita's shy figure before aggressively pushing past her. Lolita just managed to stop herself from falling onto the red carpet. Priscilla walked into Lisa's play room. Her hands rummaged through the clothes that were piled up in the tall wardrobe. She pulled out a pretty pink top that was studded with fabric white roses. She stomped back into her room, where Lolita stood. She threw the clothing at her face before sitting herself back down. Lolita just silently exited as she hid the embarrassment that was written over her face.

Every day since then, Priscilla would bully and taunt Lolita like she was a piece of rubbish. She would push and shove her like a punching bag and abuse her with her empty words that lingered around the atmosphere like haunted gohsts.

One evening

Lolita sat in her small living room with a bowl of sweet popcorn in her hand as her cartoon eyes watched the TV in front of her. The crispy crunches of her popcorn echoed throughout the room. The dark room lit up from the bright screen. Lolitas head turned to face the front door as a letter was posted through the hole in the door. The white envelope slowly fell to the ground like a feather. Lolita gradually stood up and walked over to it. She bent down before her small hand reached out to grab it. She stood up once she had it in her grasp. As she walked back over to the sofa, she slowly opened it. Her fingers fidled and messed around until finally she opened it. She quickly shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she scanned the lined letter.

"Hiya baby, I just wanted to tell ya that I won't be home for a while since I'm on tour. I will miss ya but I know I will see your pretty lil' face soon. Love you my baby.

-EP"

Her cheeks blushed and bloomed like a pink flower as her smile brightened the room like the sun. She felt a gush of lust fill her veins, turning them from a moonlight blue to a valentines pink. She looked at the letter with her beady eyes. She looked at the coffee table in front of her. Her hands reached out to grab a piece of paper and a pen before she sat back down. Her pen wrote across the paper as her little legs kicked and her giggles echoed.

"Hi Elvis. I will miss you so much, do you have to go? But I wish you the best, make sure to sing to the audience like you do to me. Have a great time and I love you sooo much!

-Your baby Lolita"

She placed the pen down as she stared at the letter, re-reading between the lines. She finally stood up from her seat before running over to the door. She twisted the door knob a few times before she finally opened the door. A gust of chilly wind hit her face. Her bare feet stepped onto the cold, hard concrete. Her hair blew behind her as her hairs stood up on her arms. Her breath turned into smoke in the cold air. She walked over to her mailbox. She placed the letter inside before rushing back into her house.

The next morning

Lolita slowly made her way down the stairs. Her hair was messy like medusas and her pidgamas were crinkled. Her cheeks were pink and puffy. She looked like a dreamy angel. She walked into the kitchen. Her eyes travelled to the window. The mailman was posting a letter in the mailbox. Lolita's ocean blue eyes sparkled in the morning sun. A smile cascaded her face before she rushed outside. The warmth of the sun hugged her and the sun rays shot down onto her body. She ran to the mailbox with a slight skip I'm her steps. She opened the mailbox and pulled out the letter. She quickly ran back inside and jumped onto the sofa. Her eager hands unwrapped the letter. She threw the rubbish onto the floor as she read the letter.

"Don't worry baby, I'm only gonna be gone for a few weeks. But I promise that I will give you a thousand kisses when I get back. But I'm at the hotel right now, I'm going to be performing tomorrow night. You can watch me on television if ya want. But be a good girl while I'm away and make sure Lisa doesn't misbehave. Bye bye baby.

-EP"

Lolita was quick to pick up a pen and paper and instantly start writing.

"You better give me a thousand kisses, I will count each and every one of them. I will watch you on television, I wouldn't miss it for anything. But I need to start heading to your house to look after Lisa. Bye bye for now Elvis.

-Your favourite, Lolita."

She wrote before smiling like a mad man. Her and Elvis were deeply in love, not even Priscilla could pull them out of the oceans of love.

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sithskywalkerr · 22 days

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the first pomegranate seed given.

Summary: Anakin, a young god with a history of human experience and emotional volatility, is in conflict with the Council over their decision to withhold information about the survival of Sidious. Despite his anger, Anakin promises not to seek out the Sith. Meanwhile, Anakin struggles to understand his role and the Force's expectations of him, while dealing with mistrust from the Council. Padmé, beginning to talk with him, seeks to understand and accept Anakin beyond his anger and past actions. Series: pomegranate. Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Sabé, Yoda Warnings: death mention, padme lives au Ships: Anidala Word Count: 491 A/N: Who knew a new Taylor Swift release would be what I needed to finish, revise, and finally post this chapter. I am so sorry it's taken like seven months. I was having troubles with figuring out the plot, but it's fine now. Anakin is delulu per usual, but so is Padmé. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. read on ao3.

Her heart thumped harshly against her ribcage, and her cheeks warmed more as he straightened back up. She hastily gave a bow in return. “I apologize. There was a book in the library I had never seen before. Naturally, I was curious but didn't think it would lead me here.” She let her eyes slowly lift to his while she straightened up. While it wasn't a complete lie, she couldn't hold eye contact for long as his smile widened.

Even with her standing before him, there was still wariness to her abrupt arrival. Still, it had been a while since he had one that wasn't Obi-Wan. Bright blue eyes brightened still at the unexpected visit, and with the visitor being Lady Liberty, he couldn't turn her away. Not when he was curious of her just as she was to him. His voice came out low and warm as honey," Angels usually don't wander here." Taking a few steps closer, he folded his hands behind himself and smiled at her as he let his eyes briefly look her over. She was beautiful. Ethereal. She was in the starry crown that adorned her; the dark blue fabric of her gown seemed to twinkle and shimmer like the backdrop of their meeting while she avoided his gaze in her flustered. Perhaps it was a sign.

The rose on her cheeks darkened as chocolate eyes glanced around the soft blues and gateways before returning her gaze to his. Maker, he's handsome—no, focus Padmé. Pushing the thought away, she stepped closer and let her head tilt as she feigned confidence. "Only from a lack of a formal invitation." Observing him, she noticed the scar that ran down over his right eye and how a few dark curls seemed to frame his features just right.

Brows raise briefly while a soft chuckle escapes his lips, momentarily shaking his head. "The Between is not meant to be easy to find - even for the goddess of Justice. Though, yes, a formal meeting has been far overdue," he chuckled softly, giving a deep bow to her. "Forgive me, My Lady. Not many in Coruscant desire to visit here, and I believe you would be the same. Seems I was wrong." Straightening, he watched while she flushed again with a brief smile of disbelief.

"You are. I'm not like the other gods, but I can forgive you," she teased softly, her berry lips spreading into another grin. “You can call me Padmé. There's no need for formalities." She hoped it was good since he didn't ask her to leave. That had to mean something good.

He slowly hummed as he moved closer, giving a brief nod. "Padmé, how can I compensate for the lost times we could have met?" He held his left hand to her, softening his features while tilting his head slightly.

Oh, Maker, help her. Pink warmed her cheeks while she lifted her hand to his, letting her eyes fall to the tanned, calloused skin. The pink darkened more as he leaned down and lifted her hand, softly kissing her knuckles. How could all of Coruscant fear and shun him the way they do? Well, she knew why - vaguely. For the most part, her knowledge came from the various lives she reviewed once they reached the Netherworld. Returning to the present as he pulled back, she finally replied," May I request tea, Anakin?"

Another grin appeared on his features, and he moved closer while holding her hand. "Yes."

Her eyes brightened, and her grip on his hand tightened with a grin." I would enjoy some tea and see your library - if you have one."

"Oh, are you coming for my drinks and my books?" he teased, grinning as he offered her a robe-covered arm. "Stealing the knowledge I possess, how could you?"

A soft laugh twinkled between them as she took his arm," a person's library is more telling than many know. Yours would be no different. I'm sure of that."

Carefully guiding her along the star-lain path, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes while a small smile formed. "Hopefully, I'll pass your test then. Though, most of it I inherited from my predecessor." The Father's ample collection was expansive, and many books needed translation. Many of the books were in ancient languages, which he still had to decipher. However, that was a concern for later compared to Liberty herself standing in his realm, blushing at his soft teasing. He had to admit, it was a welcomed change to his isolation.

Delicately, Padmé's fingers squeezed onto his bicep, bumping her hip against him playfully as she smiled. "It might be one of the best libraries I've seen. Perhaps even better than my own."

Looking over at her then, he laughed softly, "Oh? How do you surmise that?"

"First, I do not have any books specifically on the Force, and secondly, the archives of Coruscant are … incomplete. Though I know my knowledge of the Force can be for a good reason, how can I serve fairness if I cannot understand the complex nature of the two sides? How can I serve Her wishes when they're shrouded from me? If I can read some books, I can better attend to my duties."

Looking at Padmé better, his brows raised momentarily. "Surprising that you don't have a book already. Many humans have not believed in the Force since the second Sith Civil War. I could let you see books if you agree not to duplicate them or let anyone else read them."

Briefly nodding, she moved her eyes to the shifting gateways around them while leaning against his arm," of course, Anakin. I have no reason to. Even now, there are still those that still believe. I assume you focus primarily on them?"

"No," he shook his head, looking over to her then while his brows furrowed while he spoke. "Though I do seem to aid them more, it's because I'm alerted about the need for help in the Force. For non-sensitives, it's more by chance than anything else if I'm around at the time. It's still odd that you don't have books about it yourself. As Justice, you of all in Coruscant should know."

Lifting her eyes, she studied his features briefly, smiling a little with a brief nod. "I believe I should. It would help me in my judgments before passing them onto the afterlife." Turning her eyes away as he led her to a circular door, she tilted her head briefly. "This leads to your home?"

"Yes, to Mortis." Nodding, he guided her through to the stone steps with two large doors in front of them. "The monastery is more or less where I live. I haven't tried to construct anything else other than my living quarters.” Brightly smiling at her, he watched as she stared at the immense structure, eyes wide at the soft light emitting from the top. Giving her arm a soft squeeze, he looked up to the light.

With a blink, her brown eyes widened when they teleported into a long hall with paths changing along the sides at random. Her lips softly parted as her eyes darted briefly before looking back at him with a soft smile. "It's beautiful."

"It's difficult for those unaccompanied to navigate," he softly warned while guiding her along the dark path that seemed softly scattered with blue stars twinkling.

Another flush came over her when she realized she had to walk a smidge faster to keep up with him." Then you'll have to go to my realm when you've got some spare time."

A laugh brightened Anakin's features, eyes alight at her," Oh, I will. You'll probably grow tired of multiple visitations, but if it keeps you from being lost here. Then I could make a trip."

Padmé could feel the heat rising in her cheeks more, lifting her free hand to smack his chest playfully," You're teasing me!"

A sharp laugh escaped as he grabbed her hand." No, I'm far too frightened to tease Liberty." She could see how his eyes lit up with mischief, his features lighting up while his gloved hand softly squeezed hers.

She could feel the difference even beneath the black leather—heavier, not organic. She was aware that Anakin had lost the limb when he had briefly been human, but she was surprised at him keeping the loss even as he had become an entire god. A warm grin spread on her features as she shook her head and chuckled softly," A labyrinth, then?"

"A shifting one. Though, Force-sensitives can navigate through it more easily."

"How would one know if they are sensitive?" Her head tilted briefly. Looking around the space for various doorways, she was surprised at one leading to Coruscant's golden cityscape.

"There are various signs. It showed in my reflexes and how I could see things before it happened. Some have sensitivity to empathy with all life forms, human or not. Why?" His head tilted while curiosity lit up his ocean eyes, a brief smile fleeting on his lips as he guided her to the space he had made for himself. Candles in sconces and candelabras abruptly spark to life, lighting up the onyx and obsidian room around them. Even while in the monastery, he had taken the time to adapt the living area to his taste. It was almost dreamy, with some areas softly illuminated by a navy glow. On the large table, his current project was in pieces within the slow repairs for the golden droid. "Just ignore that; I'm in the middle of repairing 3PO," his voice faded as he watched her detach from him in fascination with the mechanics, tilting his head curiously.

Dark brown eyes widened in awe as she stepped closer to get a better view, careful not to bump into the bench with various parts and bolts scattered on it. "This is incredible, Anakin." Her dress swayed as she leaned down to get a better look at the droid, careful not to touch anything before she looked at him. "As for the Force, I believe I could be sensitive."

Pausing with the praise, he watched while she carefully moved from the table to be closer to him. "It would benefit your role if you did. The Force lives in everything, and everyone can use the abilities if they take the time to understand them."

Perfect opportunity. Padmé smiled softly, moving her arms behind her back. "Then perhaps I should have a mentor." It would make it easier to see him more, but she could see his hesitancy at the prospect while he squared his shoulders.

"I'm still learning and don't hold all the answers. Besides, I'm not the greatest mentor," his shoulders relaxed with a slight hum. He shrugged and grinned at her," But I could teach you."

"You did train Ahsoka well. You are a good teacher when you behave." She teased, grinning brightly at him as she moved closer with another glance at the android.

Letting out a playful scoff, he used humor to deflect while motioning for her to follow him into the kitchen space behind them. "I've never misbehaved in my entire life. Well, maybe on occasion."

"Sure. You've never committed war crimes."

"Hey, that was one time." Pausing once in the kitchen, he faced her better, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Over twenty years," lifting her gaze back to him, her voice was gentler. Though, there was something more impressionable in the Force: guilt, self-hatred, and indifference. Hints of his emotions that she could pick up on, even if they were faint. The nature of it was still a mystery to her, and she could only hope that he would share since she had not reviewed his life. His death was odd—overridden by the Force's will, and she had to accept the choice made.

"I still stopped—,” he began before she interrupted. "I know, Anakin," she said, looking around the darkly decorated kitchen. It was still dreamy and ethereal, and the navy light came from beneath the cupboards. The counters were onyx, shiny, and perfectly polished, and various candles around the space suddenly flickered to life. "This is gorgeous. That's all I've been saying, but I mean it."

Accepting the change of subject, he glanced over the kitchen. “It makes cooking at least more enjoyable," he said while making his way across the black tiles to the tea cupboard. Gloved fingers loosely grab onto the silver knob, opening it to show the sizeable selection.

As if he shook a treat bag, Padmé approached his side to peek at the various packages. Another grin brightened her features, eyes alight at the options. "How am I supposed to choose?"

"Obi-Wan is responsible for the collection. When he doesn't know what tea he wants, I've caught him close his eyes and smack a box."

She laughed softly, nodding as she moved forward to let her eyes scan over the boxes. "If it works, then why not?" Humming softly in thought, she reached up to get a pomegranate tea down, grinning up at him while presenting the box to him. "I'd like to try this one."

"One of my personal favorites." Anakin grinned, adoring the stars in her eyes at the comment. The excitement was tangible in the Force, and he gently took the box from her. Maker, she was cute. Stepping away only to fill the kettle, he rested it in the middle of the sink while turning the water on. "It's also the specialty fruit of this realm."

"I've heard," Padmé smiled, her eyes soft to him as she observed. I've also heard that if eaten, it will trap people here," she teased, leaning comfortably against the counter.

A brief snort escaped him, and he shook his head. "If that were the case, then I would have an unholy amount of house guests." He grinned when she laughed softly, the sound like a soft, warm melody as she brushed some of her hair back. Shutting the water off, he set the kettle on the stove to heat up. "I wouldn't be able to handle that."

Another laugh escaped her as she nodded, "I imagine it would be difficult for 3PO to keep up with as well — after you finish your repairs on him."

"He would be an anxious wreck." Briefly nodding, Anakin grabbed two mugs while pulling the tea box closer to scoop the loose tea into steepers. Her eyes followed his hands as he hummed," There is some honey in the same cupboard if you want to sweeten it."

Her features brightened at the mention of honey. She nodded as she stepped away momentarily, only to grab the little glass pot with a grin. "Where do Obi-Wan get all of the tea?"

"He visits the mortals to stock up."

"Does he venture there often?" Tilting her head, she smiled as she placed the honey pot down. Glancing him over, he gave a slight nod in thanks while getting water poured over the sachets. Others spoke of the 'things he has done' and fear of what he would do, but Anakin was kinder than the whispers while blue eyes briefly looked over to her.

His voice broke her out of her thoughts," Yes. He lives among the humans rather than dealing with the Divine. With the few stories he's told me, I don't blame him. Mortals are interesting to interact with—sometimes."

"How often do you see them?" Tucking her hair back, she tilted her head, brows softly furrowed. She glanced down at his hand while stirring the honey in, giving a small smile as he took an experimental sip of his own.

A pleased sound escaped his throat while he cleaned up everything first. "Nearly every day." He paused to take another sip, pausing in thought before he nodded to himself. His gaze returned to her, "Do you live in Coruscant? You mentioned your realm earlier but haven't seen you when I go."

Moving closer, she took the offered mug from him with a soft thanks. She gave a slow sip to taste, lighting up at the balanced tartness. “No, I don’t live in Coruscant. I mostly reside in my area within the Netherworld. I do have an apartment in Coruscant where I'll stay if needed while discussing matters regarding mortals, the dark side, or Sidious's attempts to come back." She took a slow breath, shaking her head at thinking of the current climate in Coruscant that was still unexpected such a short time after mortals were finally getting some semblance of peace.

His blood turned cold at the news, and his brows furrowed as he looked at her. "He's alive?"

"Yes, he is. After all, it's not easy to kill gods." The air seemed to chill, and she watched as he stared at the counter for a moment while his features twitched in carefully hidden anger. "I thought you knew, Anakin."

His voice came out clipped, and he glared at her. "No. Obi-Wan told me that he was dead and sent back to Chaos."

"I'm sorry, but you only destroyed his mortal body. Please, Anakin," she moved closer, placing her hand on his forearm as she gave a soft squeeze to the leather-dressed metal," do not go searching for him. Coruscant will take care of this."

He watched her momentarily, unsure, before taking a slow, steady breath while pushing the anger away. "If I'm near him, I will not hold back."

Padme gave his hand a soft squeeze before finally letting go. She softly spoke while gazing at him," I wouldn't blame you for it. I know he was part of what happened, but I don't know the details."

He still knew, eventually, she would. It would be better to tell her himself rather than let her only know the lies from Coruscant. "I was born as a demi-god," he turned his gaze to the counter," I found my mother after leaving to learn with Obi-Wan for years, and when I returned … I found her tortured and on the edge of death. She died shortly after I saw her in the village." His jaw tightened at the resurfacing memory, and he lifted his eyes to her. "No survivors."

The confession hung heavily in the air while she placed the mug on the counter after taking another sip of her tea. "I am sorry for how you had to lose her. You've experienced grief, unlike many others in Coruscant. Does the experience of mortality affect your duties?”

His gaze never waivered from her, a hand reaching up to softly brush his fingers along her arm - attempting to soften the atmosphere. "I believe that it does. I have formed a better relationship with the Force and Her will, and that is what matters the most." Even after it all, he still believed that he hadn't been wrong. The apprehension from the Council only made him question if they had known what they were doing was within the will of the Force. Even now, he doubted that they were.

Her gaze lingered on him even with his intense gaze while she briefly nodded. "That is all that matters. I believe it was anticipated, as She is just as complex as the rest of us. However, we can stop talking about it and enjoy our tea. It is very delicious. Obi-Wan has a good taste for tea." She gave a small smile behind her mug before she took another sip, letting it warm her body.

His ocean-colored eyes softened as he chuckled softly," I have another request to fulfill. The library awaits." With his laugh, the room brightened around them as he thought for a moment. "I've never visited the Netherworld … that's where mortal souls reside, right?"

"Lead the way then, and yes. That is where they go after they die." She brushed her hair back again, dark curls long and cascading over the opened back of her dress.

Motioning her to follow, he led her to the hall while his mind wandered momentarily. Returning to the present, he slowed his gait when he noticed she struggled to keep up with the tea. He paused in the hall, softly illuminated by the candles around them, as he took a slow breath. "I have one last question." He watched her tilt her head momentarily before giving a soft nod for him to continue. "Is Mom okay?"

Her features softened in the warm light. She stepped closer and let her hand softly squeeze Anakin's bicep momentarily. "Yes, she is. She is no longer in pain. I hadn't spoken with her but saw her when she arrived."

"You did?" His eyes widened then, the scar along his brow warping from his brows raising while she gave another brief nod.

"Yes, I did. Of course, my duties take up most of my time, but I did speak with your mother for a while. She was at peace when she realized she had died, but she was more worried about you and how the loss would affect you." Even in death, she wanted to protect her son.

His eyes fell, lips momentarily pursing as tears threatened his waterline. "Now be brave, and don't look back... don't look back." Forcing the memory away, he slightly nodded while taking a slow, calculated breath. "Good." Lifting his head, he gave a reserved smile before guiding her to the large doors of the library. "After you."

The worry melted into excitement as Padmé moved closer to grasp the silver, ornate handle of the doors. Pushing the door open as she stepped in, her eyes widened in awe at the sight of it being three levels and truly expansive in every sense. "I might never want to leave!" She moved inside as he chuckled, following her inside as candles flickered to life, carefully lighting the ancient texts.

"I haven't read ten percent of it yet, believe it or not."

"I don't doubt that. Not with duties in the way, but before you help me understand the Force more, I would like to read a few books about the topic." She turned to face him, seeing him leaning against the side of one of the many pillars in the library with a soft smile on his features.

"Of course. As I said, you can't take anything out of the library, but you're more than welcome to stay as long as you need." Lifting his mug, he sipped while watching her nod enthusiastically.

She couldn't help wiggling her hips in excitement, her features brightening as she looked back at him. "I won't. I would appreciate it if I could visit every Taungsday."

"We can do that," he chuckled," but sometimes that's when Obi-Wan visits me."

"That's alright; I can be quiet. Obi-Wan won't know," she grinned, placing her mug down on a large table in the room used for studying. Padmé moved closer to the shelves cautiously, and her eyes widened more as she scanned along the spines. Books of history, religion, art, and nearly anything else she could imagine were now available to learn. She brushed her fingers against some of the spines slowly while her grin softened into silent wonder, a grin permanent on her features.

He softly chuckled as he moved to sit down at the table, settling with his mug as he watched her excitedly move around to look through the history section. "The oldest book is around thirty thousand years old."

She turned, the stars in her dress shimmering, and her eyes widened before coming closer." How is that possible?"

"A spell has been placed on it to keep it from deteriorating. I still rarely look at it. It's on the third level in a glass case." He motioned to an alcove on the top level, taking another sip afterward.

Her gaze followed before she noticed the corkscrew staircase, whizzing her way up while looking around before spotting the small crevice beneath a window. He watched while she hastily moved towards the glass case, pausing to look outside to see the ethereal trees. Her eyes returned to the soft blue book as a soft gasp escaped with eyes widening. "It's beautiful," she brushed her fingers along the edge of the case, looking over the delicate embroidery on the cover and spine, smiling as she moved to the onyx railing to look down at him. Still seated at the table, he had settled comfortably in the chair, eyes still on her. "You said around thirty thousand years? It doesn't look over one thousand."

Anakin gave a slight nod, recalling what the Father had told him. "According to my predecessor, the mystics at the time recognized the power of the Force and sought to record what they could as they began to learn more. It's a minor glimpse into the galaxy within human history, but I don't believe that humans wrote it. As we know, Terra was approximately billions of years old, but humans, as we know, have been around for three hundred thousand years. For evolutionary traits to happen that quickly in a hundred thousand years is unlikely - at least in my opinion."

She lit up as he spoke, leaning on the railing more as she grinned at him. "I don't believe that a human could write it. The author is unknown?"

"Yes. I've tried to figure it out by seeking guidance through the Force, but I have yet to get far. Only know that it has been written and bound by a woman. As far as the divine know, few ancient sentient species could have made it. It's fascinating, though—and well preserved, spell or not. It's still impossible for me to read for the time being. I can only trust that eventually, I will know everything." He watched her return down the staircase, her dress trailing as she listened.

Nodding while she sat beside him, her hands grasped her mug again, and she let her gaze return to him. "Even with the limited information you know, it's still good. Who was your predecessor?"

"He went by the Father, but little is known of him. He was powerful in the Force and had to keep the balance between his children, who represented the dark and light sides. Now, it's Obi-Wan, Sidious, and I."

Curious, her head tilted as she settled on a chair," Did he ever train you formally?"

"No. I refused then. I did not believe the Father when he approached me." He said, finishing his tea while leaning back in his chair. "I prefer to read the texts anyway. Obi-Wan tried to mentor me, but his

duties with the light side caused conflict. Now, I do what I can."

"Winging it?" She laughed softly, eyes bright, while she watched him laugh.

"Yeah," he nodded," I'm winging it, but nothing has blown up in flames. I think I'm doing alright."

A soft giggle escaped her with a shake of her head," Anakin, that isn't the best way for duties of this importance. I hope that the Force is helping when possible."

"Of course, I'm not entirely helpless," he snorted briefly, sipping his tea. "Younger me would have hated it, but I do a lot of meditation now. Especially with trying to understand more of this library."

She let out a soft laugh, nodding," Good."

"Maybe, but what about you? Do you have a predecessor?"

"Yes, I did. Sanandrassa was very kind in my training and told me how complicated things can be. It was enlightening but terrifying to get to the mortal realm finally," she said, taking another sip and settling back more. Padmé was quiet momentarily, smiling as she looked over to him. “Thank you for letting me stay and talk to you.”

"Of course. I don't believe you weren't seeking a way to come." He only grinned wider as she flushed, finishing off her tea.

"I didn't believe it would lead me here." She absently began to brush her fingers through her hair, glancing up as he leaned over the table more with a chuckle.

"Why did you want to come?"

Her flush worsened, and she bit at her lower lip." I wanted to see you. You're the only god I hadn't met before, and it seemed like nothing would bring you to Coruscant. I had to take matters into my own hands."

His brows raised as he spoke then, fighting back another smile wanting to form," Oh, you had to take matters into your hands to meet me? Why did you wish to meet me so urgently, my lady?"

"I've never properly met you, so I was curious," she said while still playing with her hair, suddenly interested in the ends. I wanted to see if you were as handsome as they said."

His grin widened as his head tilted," Do I meet the expectations?"

Padmé’s eyes flicked up to his, glancing over him playfully," perhaps you have, but you won't know. However, I'm afraid I must return before Sabé begins to panic. Next Taungsday, yes?”

Anakin wanted her to stay, talk more, and ignore her duties. Still, he pushed back the thought of convincing her to stay, finishing his tea. Placing the mug down, he nodded, standing to offer his left hand to her again. "Yes. I can come to the Netherworld so you won't be lost."

Taking her hand into his, Padmé grinned brightly," Oh, a personal escort?"

"I can't have you getting lost. The Council won't be happy about that." His brows raised with a grin to her as she laughed, nodding.

"Yes, especially Windu. He wouldn't like to see if I'm suddenly back in the ancient times by using the wrong portal. You can get me at midday if you're free."

"Perfect," he gently led her out of the library, giving her hand a soft squeeze. But I will warn you that it might be in our best interest if no one was aware."

Looking up at him, she thought momentarily, knowing how wary the Council was and the rumors circling Coruscant. "For now, I agree." If only this had kept her from hearing protests about being involved with him or in unnecessary drama and gossip.

"I prefer to keep myself distanced from Coruscant, especially regarding my business," he said softly, guiding her back to the World Between Worlds. While he stepped onto the starry bridge, his steps echoed on the surface with soft, blue light, and she carefully stepped back through the portal after him.

"I do not blame you for that, especially with their current isolation for you as if they haven't made mistakes before."

"With Sidious being alive, they have," he grimly murmured, pausing to push the bubbling anger away by forcing a smile on his features with her. But for now, every Taungsday will be yours to learn about the Force." He led her to a circle-shaped gate, the familiar image of the Netherworld's library on it, as he lifted his hand to press another kiss to her hand softly.

"I'll come to this spot near midday," she smiled, watching as he straightened up and let go of her hand with a soft smile.

"I'll be waiting," he watched as she stepped through the gate, pausing to look back at him with a final wave before the portal changed to another point. His smile faded once he couldn't see her again, and his thoughts began to race about the information she had said. His hands balled into fists while his shoulders squared as his gaze fell to the starry bridge.

Sabé had been searching for Padmé, trying to figure out where she had vanished for an hour without warning, pausing as she saw the gate open within the library. Creeping closer to the large doors, she stayed out of sight while observing her speaking to Anakin. Her brown eyes widened, lingering back when the gate closed to leave Padmé alone in the expansive room. She watched as the goddess grabbed the book on the table, looking over the soft blue glow before closing it with a smile. Opting to make herself known, she entered the library, where Padmé looked at her with widened eyes.

“Hello, Sabé. How long have you been there?” she flushed softly, holding the book to her chest as the handmaiden approached.

She lifted her hand, motioning to the space where the gate had been,” Long enough. I’m curious why you’ve taken a sudden interest in Skywalker.”

“He has always been interesting,” Padmé replied,” but you have nothing to worry about, Sabé. It was only a social visit.”

Sabé stared at her blankly for a moment before closing her eyes with a soft inhale and shaking her head.” Be careful of him, my lady.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “He’s caused a lot of damage on the mortal realm, and who knows what he will do in this one?”

“I trust he’s understood the mistake he made.”

She still knew better than that, knew Padmé better than that. “You’ll see him again, won’t you?” Crossing her arms over her chest, the handmaiden scanned over Padmé’s familiar form as she placed the book back.

“Perhaps. I would enjoy learning more about the Force through someone who knows both sides.” Moving closer to her body double, she murmured,” and I would wish that no one else knows. It’s already challenging to have Coruscant agree with my approach to mortals. Most gods won’t approach their devotees - it’s disheartening.”

“And he approaches his? With all due respect, my lady, I find it hard to believe he could be someone worth being around. He’s arrogant and caused so much damage. Force knows what he would do to you.”

“He shouldn’t be isolated.” Padmé said, facing Sabé more. “He has had the mortal life many of us have not had to experience. He’s faced loss, grief, and trying to make sense of justice from the horrific way his mother died. While it wasn’t right to slaughter the whole village, I can understand why it happened.”

Disbelief coated her features while watching the goddess, “This isn’t being objective, My Lady.” She made sure the door was closed before stepping closer, worry on her features,” he slaughtered the entire village and then further committed atrocities for years after.”

Quiet for a moment, Padmé thought back to when Anakin was alive. There was a sudden influx of death once the Sith gained political control in the mortal realm. It took Ahsoka nearly dying at the hands of the Emperor to cause Anakin to stop. With his sacrifice to keep her alive, to at least stop the horror, he was redeemed. Even after the destruction and the painful repairs, the Force still accepts him into the position. Taking a slow breath, Padmé looked at her with a reserved smile,” I can take care of myself, but do not tell anyone about this, Sabé.”

Fighting back a sigh, she could only nod to the goddess. She was only a handmaiden and couldn’t control Padmé to keep her safe. Her voice was soft as she gave a soft bow of her head. “No one will know. Please, be careful.”

“I will be,” Padmé promised, offering a softer smile before exiting the library. Moving out into the hall, once she was sure she was out of sight, her shoulders fell with a soft sigh. She would have to speak more in-depth with Anakin—once he was willing to. Hopefully, then, she could understand why the extent of the genocide and atrocities had continued. She doubted that it would have continued merely from the loss of his mother.

The sweltering heat on Tatooine had burned into his scalp and shoulders while Anakin had found the owner who had once held the property rights over his mother and himself. Watto had become wary of the sudden, aggressive inquiries of his former slave, and he tried to stop him as Anakin leaned down to the droid in disrepair. He ignored Watto’s protests, quiet while making a few adjustments before a beep chirped from the droid suddenly.

Dark eyes narrowed as he took in the taller human, yet familiarity existed. The realization came, but Watto was still wary. “Ani?”

Anakin silently placed the droid back down, letting his eyes lift to the Toydarian while he hovered in the air with leathery wings beating. Looking down at the droid that moved off to fulfill its duties, Watto only stiffened as blue eyes pierced into him again,” Where is my mother?”

It is him. Maybe I shouldn’t have let him win his freedom. Then, nothing would be out of order. Shaking the thought away, Watto thought for a moment. “I sold her to a moisture farmer. I don’t know where she is.”

“Who?”

Watto searched his memory for a moment, scratching at the scruff on his face, “Eh, a man named Lars.” Shock crossed the junker’s features as Anakin abruptly walked away, not caring to finish the reunion.

It was hours until he located the camp, sneaking into the house that Shmi was hidden in. Horrified at seeing her tortured, he rushed over to her, trying to comfort her. Upon seeing her son, Shmi had begun to let go, happy that her silent pleas to the Force had brought him back to her. Even if, for a moment, she just wanted to see her son one last time. As she whispered her love, she couldn’t finish it from the relief of him holding her in the final breaths. His eyes widened as her head rolled to his chest, her body still as he could feel the shift even in the Force.

His hands began to tremble before he moved her body down carefully, covering her before he made his way outside of the hut, igniting his saber. After the massacre, he had been found by Sidious, which only turned into a long apprenticeship spanning twenty long, cruel years. From his sacrifice, the Force seemed to take matters into Her hands despite the Council’s protesting for redemption.

Now, he faced the Council again, arms crossed over his chest. Obi-Wan made his way to his seat at the last-minute gathering, and Yoda watched Anakin curiously. Windu nodded once everyone was seated, motioning to Anakin,” You’ve gathered us for an inquiry?”

His anger was tangible, refusing to mask it within the Force. His brows furrowed as he glanced over them. “I’ve learned that Sidious is still alive. I deserve an explanation.”

Yoda made a soft sound of slight amusement, brushing his fingers over the wood of his cane absently,” Think you were the only one to return after mortal wounds, did you? No. Sidious lives.”

Mace nodded, not surprised by how blinded Anakin still seemed. While he was the youngest of them, he still struggled to see the larger scheme of things despite his belief that he already could. “While in the mortal plane, if our mortal bodies receive enough damage, we return to our realm. That is what happened with him, and currently, he is weaker.”

Anakin’s gaze moved to Mace, lips pursing a moment,” why was I excluded from this information?”

A heavy silence hung in the air, but the exchanged glances made Obi-Wan speak up,” Your need for revenge. Learning he is alive—“Will not keep people safe. While Sidious is weak, he should be found and destroyed before he’s recovered.”

While Mace agreed, he knew that if he led it, it would be more violent than it needed to be. Pausing, he let out a soft exhale:” Anakin, we understand he must be held accountable, and he will be. This needs to be dealt with carefully in order to keep the balance between the planes. The mortals are still recovering from the Empire’s destruction.”

Staring at him momentarily, Anakin nodded,” Is that what this is about?”

Obi-Wan had to refrain from sighing, glancing at the other members briefly before returning to Anakin,” Yes, we cannot ignore the destruction you caused. You are more powerful than we realized, but your emotions easily blind you.”

Blue eyes melted to yellow, and his gaze soon bore into Obi-Wan while his shoulders squared.” The war was inevitable.”

“For humans to experience, not to have two gods to interfere and worsen the chaos of it. More died at your hand, and we cannot ignore that in our decisions regarding you within your duties.”

His hands gripped his biceps more, and his voice grew louder. “Our duty is to follow the will of the Force, not politics. Sidious is still alive and must be dealt with while weakened.”

Yoda hummed then, watching as the younger god bristled,” if he lives, will of the Force this is? Hmm. Lesson to learn, not yet learned.”

Anakin's yellow eyes moved Yoda, piercing into him while his voice was low. “I’m a slow learner,” he glanced around briefly before looking back to him,” I will take care of this.”

“No,” Yoda said quickly. “Engaging with Sidious, you will not. Foolish to face him, it will be.”

Squaring his shoulders, he lifted his head more, scowling. “As if I would easily believe anything he says knowing what I know now.” However, there was still a belief that he had been correct for how the Empire enacted order, finally bringing censored peace and obedience.

Shakin his head, Mace folded his fingers,” Anakin, there is more for you to learn of the Force beforehand. You’ve been placed into the Father’s position, and while we cannot understand the Force’s decision, we accept it. You must learn the knowledge he wanted to pass onto you.”

“How can I when many aren’t translated? Tell me how to do this when I cannot read the texts.”

“That would be a journey for you to uncover yourself,” Mace said, unfazed by his anger,” the Force will guide you if you listen. With this, your duties will become clear.”

Staring at him for a moment, Anakin looked away, his eyes returning to the familiar sky blue. “I should have been informed. I’m just as much a god as the rest of you.”

Obi-Wan had been observing him, seeing the familiar hot-headed padawan he had tried to train into the ways of the light to keep him on his path. What they had been pushing for may have been wrong. If he were to bring balance, he would have to be able to use both sides accordingly without completely falling — but that was the issue. His passion was too strong, and it blinded him. “Anakin, we accept your return, and you have been aiding with the aftershocks of the Empire. However, we cannot risk another collapse.”

“It has already begun. The mortals continue to walk away further from the Force and will continue to wage war upon each other.”

Mace straightened while shaking his head. “Had the Empire not done the same? Sidious used politics to secure power, but the Force was left behind. We know the mortals have begun to lose faith in the

Force, but that was because of the Empire’s doing.”

Taking a slow sigh, he shook his head, curls bouncing momentarily in disbelief,” the Empire brought order and peace.” Had they indeed been blind to what he had accomplished?

“It brought fear and oppression, which turned people further away from the Force when all they saw was the dark side. How can you expect them to follow that if no one can guide them to see the light?”

His eyes searched along the ornate tiling of the floor, letting his gaze move between the Council members. “If Sidious is not taken care of, he will return more powerful. Then how can we protect them if he destroys the Divine? Who will stop him then?” Taking a step back, he ignored Obi-Wan as he began to speak, exiting the Council’s room while uncrossing his arms.

Ahsoka had been lingering in the hall further down, straightening up once she noticed he had exited. Grinning brightly at the familiar sight of him, she made her way closer, “Hey.”

He paused a moment when he saw her, giving a reserved smile as he moved closer to the white-adorned togruta.” Lingering?”

“I heard you came to Coruscant. I needed to see for myself.”

Nodding, he gave a small shrug before his features relaxed. His voice was quiet.” Did you know about Sidious?”

Hesitating, Ahsoka nodded, dark lips pursing as she glanced around before looking up at him,” We’re unable to locate him, but you need to promise me that you won’t try to.” The anger only began to bubble up more as he gave her a nod while stepping back. Obi-Wan would have had her promise not to tell him, intentionally excluded from anything regarding the Sith out of fear of what he would do. A portal opened up behind him as he let his eyes meet hers again.

“Anakin, I mean it. Do not try to find him.”

His hands went up in defense,” I won’t, Ahsoka.” Stepping through the portal, he glanced back as the portal shut and vanished, and she stared at where he had stood.

Slowly exhaling, she opted to linger for when the rest of the members came out, wanting to hear what Obi-Wan would have to say. “Please, for our sakes, don’t.” She straightened up as she saw the meeting finally come to a close and moved to speak to Obi-Wan immediately. “What does he now know?”

Blue-gray eyes moved to the togruta, worn and tired as he spoke,” what he wants to believe.”

They still mistrust me after all this time. The anger was still fresh, burning in his chest as he paused in the hall briefly. Though, should he truly be surprised since he simply came back just the same? Before, Sidious had taken the wool off Anakin's eyes, showing him how Coruscant was wary about him and his abilities even as a demi-god. For what? If they had truly worried about that, they had been more skewed than he realized.

Walking through the shifting corridors of the monastery, he made his way to the golden body of 3PO, looking over the loose circuits, boards, and pieces. Taking a slow breath, he got his lightsaber unclipped and placed it on the table, getting seated on the chair. Still, while he worked on the droid, his mind wandered back to Padmé and how she would meet up with him every Taungsday. Still uncertain about her motives, he was sure it was only to learn more about the Force. If he had to admit, it was nice not to be lonely for the entire day with people rather than his Loth cats, hidden away in the monastery.

Getting his sodering tool out, he paused his tinkering to remove his belt and obi, getting the first two layers of his robes off to have just the simple undershirt on while rolling up his sleeves to avoid another small fire. The tanned skin of his left arm was exposed, while the black and gold of his right arm's cybernetic gleamed despite the various scuffs and marks from fighting. Carefully, he began to fix one of the circuit boards, which was entirely wrapped up in it, even when Obi-Wan suddenly stepped into the space.

He watched him momentarily, head slightly tilting to the unwavering focus. "If only you were that focused on your studies," the Jedi remarked absently, ignoring Anakin's look while moving to the tea cupboard. "That was certainly a spectacle at the meeting; care to explain?"

"I should have been aware that Sidious was alive," he said instantly, not even bothering to look up.

Obi-Wan paused, looking back at him as his brows furrowed. "What would you have done had you known earlier? We could not tell you within good conscience, Anakin. Not with the power you possess." A scoff came, and Anakin paused to look at him. "Everyone believes I'll simply go on another rampage? I am more than the worst of me."

He nodded while cleaning and refilling the kettle's water, glancing over to the younger god." Yes, you are more than your emotions, Anakin. That is what I have been trying to train you to understand—to put those feelings aside to see things objectively, especially within conflicts."

Anakin's expression blanked before returning to the circuit board," It's difficult when the power aids in dueling. Considering the new enlightening news, it's more important when we have to defend ourselves."

"We do not indicate that anything will happen anytime soon." Obi-Wan moved to sit with him at the table, eyes slowly scanning over the repairs already conducted on seventy percent of the droid. "However, I am wary of the decision to wait and see simply. As you've said, Sidious would be better to face while weak."

"It would be, but they don't care about that until it's too late, and since Sidious was starting to get devotees, it would be disastrous for the mortals. They would not be able to survive from that chaos and darkness." Anakin's lips pursed a moment as he thought over the few books he had been able to read," I've had some artifacts of the time when the Sith dominated over the mortal realm. The details aren't entirely translated, but there was enough information about Darth Nihilus, who could absorb energy from beings and objects."

Obi-Wan stopped mid-sip, looking over to him as his brows furrowed," do you believe that Sidious knows how to do that?"

"I wouldn't doubt it. The Dark Side can easily cause bodily harm to others through the Force, and I don't doubt that Sidious would know that power. I'm sure there are archives that the Sith have, just like the Jedi. Probably more hidden than the holocrons." A smile played on his lips briefly as he glanced at Obi-Wan before setting another board into the droid. "No, I will not let you borrow the book either. If he does know the other abilities I've read about, then a worse war will come."

"You wound me. What else do you expect?"

"Sidious would easily know the other Sith from artifacts and be tuned to the dark side. Plus, we know that he will most likely seek out an apprentice again this time. If concealed properly, they could cause hell in both worlds when he makes his move."

Nodding, Obi-Wan thought a moment as he brushed his fingers through his beard, "What did he tell you when you were human?"

"Half-human … Mostly, the Council is wary of my abilities, considering the details of my birth. They would want to hinder my abilities rather than grow them—which they did and still do. The only helpful thing has been this library and the few notes I find that the Father made presumptuously."

Obi-Wan tilted his head slightly to the side, a brow arching up as he glanced down to Anakin, soldering the board in place. "The Council tries to assess the situation from all angles before deciding." While he didn't entirely understand Mortis or the Between, he at least knew that Anakin belonged here. Still, he was curious about one thing. "You aren't able to fully read the books?"

Glancing at him, he gave a slight shrug. "Many are in ancient languages that I don't know. I won't know everything unless I get a magic key from the Force."

"Or, perhaps you cannot read it because you're not ready. Either way, I agree that this situation must be cautiously approached." Finishing his mug, he stood up to take care of it," Nor do I agree that the Council treated you well. Especially when you were half-human - we hadn't seen a half-god in a long time, especially when Qui-Gon had mentioned that you were the Chosen One at hearing details of your birth."

Another prick of grief panged in Anakin's chest, lips pursing again while he carefully repaired more wires from the chest plate to the band around the droid's hips," I'm not the Chosen One."

"You wouldn't be in this place or the Between if you weren't," he said, taking a soft breath as he looked out the window to the ghostly trees below.

“But how can you be so sure that it’s him?” Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon into the archives of the Temple in Coruscant, still unsure of the small boy that Qui-Gon had found in the sandy wasteland in the mortal realm. The older god looked back to his apprentice, momentarily amused by how irritated he was becoming.

“You said the circumstances of his birth were strange, and upon speaking with the boy’s mother, I believe that Anakin is. He’s born without a father, and his midi-chlorian count is the largest quantity I’ve seen.”

Obi-Wan paused while looking at his mentor, taking a slow breath before he shook his head,” there needs to be more evidence than that. I can’t just accept this on faith alone.”

“The boy’s abilities should show now, so we’ll stay here, observe, and see what happens.”

Apprehensive, Obi-Wan could only nod,” very well.”

Turning, he faced Anakin again, watching him continue repairs for a moment before he spoke,” It is rare in Coruscant for a god to have a mortal experience. I believe that’s why they may fear you more than they realize. You know about emotions and experiences more than many of us do. Many refuse to go directly to the mortal realm to be more ‘objective’ in their duties, but I’ve seen more hypocrites than I would like to admit. It’s time for things to change in the capitol and the Council.”

Catching Anakin’s attention then, he looked over, pausing his repairs,” Oh? Why the sudden change?”

“Should the Council know my doubts, they would not respond well just as they had with Qui-Gon. I was there when he approached them about you, Anakin. Even though I had doubts about this prophecy, I admit there was something different about you. You are more than what you know and what I can even know.” Moving back to sit with Anakin, he sighed slowly,” I am glad that you have come back.”

“I don’t need to be saved.” He asserted, blue eyes glancing over to him before he took a slow breath. “I don’t…” He remembered his mother, holding her in his arms while she struggled to get her last words out from the bleeding wounds and aching broken bones that enveloped her whole body in steady pain. The blinded rage that consumed him was something darker than he had experienced before, but through the anger came a power that kept him moving and slaughtering every member of the village. Once the anger had cleared, he saw the little blood that did manage to stain his sleeves from more brutal attacks that he had done with his hands. Pride? Strength? Horror? He knew that, above everything else, there was no regret for his actions. Pulling himself back to the present, he shook his head,” I can handle myself.”

Brows furrowed as Obi-Wan watched him, unsure of what to make of the moment of silence. “As of now, perhaps. As for when you were only a demi-god, you needed someone, Anakin. If you let me, I will still be there to help you when I can. For now, I’ll leave you to your work. Hopefully, when I return, I’ll be able to see 3PO up and worry.”

Snorting, blue eyes glanced at him briefly, “We’ll see about that.”

He slowly lifted a hand to pat his shoulder while he thought a moment, and his eyes glanced over him. Things would be better if Anakin would listen and not search for Sidious. However, the worry betrayed him within the Force, causing Anakin to turn his head to look at him better.

“I’m alright, Obi-Wan. I won’t search for him.”

“I know you are, but it still wouldn’t be wise, even if he is weak.” Stepping back, Obi-Wan pulled his hand away, taking a slow breath. “I will visit again soon.”

As he vanished from Anakin’s sight, he slightly shook his head, sensing once the Jedi had returned to Coruscant. He reflected on the day in the new silence, but his thoughts wandered back to Padmé and her unexpected visit. A low hum rumbles in his throat momentarily while placing the tools down, leaning against the chair’s backing. She wanted to learn about the Force and thought he was a good fit. He would have to figure out how to explain if she would learn since it would only go smoother if he could translate more of the library.

His brows furrowed as he stood, exiting out of the dining area and further into the monastery. Navigating through the hall, he paused once the familiar pittering of paws could be heard approaching. Two Loth cats bounded over to him, their fur shimmering like stars. Watching their approach, he gave the duo a softened smile. “You like to wait until no one else is here.” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes as a grin formed at their antics.

The white one looked up to him with large crimson eyes, brushing against his boot with a tiny meow in response as the black one soon darted to his other leg, bonking her head against it. “Oh, thank you,” he chuckled, moving up the staircase carefully with a slight hum as he got to the third tier, returning to the embroidered book with a hum. Carefully getting the glass case open, he used the Force to lift and guide the book out, levitating it in front of himself while he absently used it to flip the pages.

The two cats soon joined him once again, curiously investigating the places where Padmé had been. Anakin glanced down at them, smiling a little at seeing them sniff at the pedestal the glass case was on, letting his gaze return to the text. He paused when a page’s text shifted, watching as it suddenly translated into Huttese. His brows raised in surprise momentarily, lifting the book closer as he skimmed the page. Looking over the various diagrams and illustrations of multiple figures utilizing the Force's abilities, his brows furrowed as he read about the earliest records of Force abilities and connection. As far as he could tell, there was nothing he hadn’t already known, but he wasn’t surprised, considering the age of the book. However, perhaps it would be something to look into later. Getting the book carefully back into the case, he locked it before Castor leaped up on it with a pleased purr at himself.

Anakin arched a brow, watching as the white cat settled into a loaf, pleased with his position, before watching Anakin walk away to look over the books. There had to be more that he could read—anything to help him understand what he was supposed to do. Worrying about the mortals could only take up so much time, and he needed to figure out what the hell the Force wanted him to do. However, he had a feeling that no matter what it was, somehow Padmé would be part of it.

Padmé was settled on her balcony, overlooking the sunset within the Netherworld as she watched the mortal souls absently go about their day in paradise. Sipping at her glass of wine, she could only think back to her interaction with Anakin. It was nice to finally talk to someone who wasn’t too involved in politics — to her knowledge. It wasn’t a secret in Coruscant that Anakin came only when necessary. Still, he often was silent in meetings, and she wondered if it was because he already knew that what he said wouldn’t be considered.

It was clear to the goddess that there was hesitation by the Council, even with just letting him sit in during more critical meetings. However, to withhold that Sidious was alive, she couldn’t see a reason to rationalize that decision. The fear that seemed to blind them would perhaps be their downfall, and she was determined to make sure that what they believed about him would immediately be squashed. She only had to know him more, to see what drives him, to see him.

Not his anger or hatred—only Anakin. Then maybe she could understand the reasoning for his redemption. Even if she could only accept it instead of understanding, she wouldn’t mind as long as she knew more about him.

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cockymclaughlin · 2 years

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i'm just going to word-vomit about my meet and greet bc i'm fucking.......reeling a little bit, still

so, first things first, nicole is legitimately the most beautiful person i've ever seen and she is so sweet and i would kill for her this also goes for vee

i spent the entire day meeting crew members? and i wasn't nervous about any of it. but for some fucking reason when it came time for this meet and greet my brain decided now was a good time to panic so i was just like. i'm going to faint. so we like got around to the corner and i put eyes on them and i said out loud "i am going to faint" and nicole made eye contact with me as i was saying it and just goes "no! you can't faint, you have to take a picture!"

i was mortified, instantly.

but anyway i was very brave and when it was my turn, the first thing i said was "i haven't been nervous all day"

to which josh says "good!"

and i just "but i am nervous now"

and then josh was like "okay but you can't be nervous in the fieri fit"

and guys. they just. i was like "okay look i know i don't have forever but i just want to tell yall that yall were one of the main reasons i'm in culinary school" and then i was like "thank yall for showing that like, food can be artsy and weird and creative and still be fucking impressive and that you can have a personality and do shit in this fucking industry and you don't have to be all straight-laced in your chef whites to fucking make it"

and all of them just looked so goddamn touched by it, genuinely, which made me feel good about saying it. josh even like, mid-monologue, reached out and held my fucking hand. nicole did not take her hand off of my shoulder. at some point she asked my name, and i'm almost positive i told her what it was.

nicole gave me words of wisdom for school, said to just have fun with it, and that professors don't know everything. she said specifically, "hold on to those two things when things get hard"

we talked about like, how michelin star restaurants don't mean shit and josh was like "i ate at a three michelin star restaurant and then immediately went to a taco truck and one of them was a much better meal"

nicole told me i was "the cutest person" and i died

vee complimented my hair as if she didn't look like an actual goddess. and as i was leaving, i was like "you all look incredible" to which josh said "i got baby food on my shoes...."

trevor didn't talk much, which is ironic.

josh is......a fucking force. the dude is very tall and very pretty and honestly they're all just. ethereal. it was surreal and i had such an incredible time. it was fucking wild.

edited to add: they all crowded in real close with me to take the picture with me, and even in the moment i was like aware of how cozy it was and i just thought it was real neat that they were all just sandwhiching me in.

#shut up mia #mia at mythicon

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Hello! I’m looking for beta readers for my book, Prophesied! It’s 101k queer fantasy novel focusing on two sisters. There is a romance as well. I’m looking for feedback on pacing, flow, characters you liked or hated, if anything is confusing or boring. Really just how it feels reading it!

Description:

When every oracle in the nation is suddenly prophesying death, Victori is relieved. She's been held captive in the desert for years, and now she has a chance to be a hero like her older sister Jasa. Vic runs headfirst into adventure as she joins the magicless Commander Ryn and her militia in battle. If she could be half as strong as Jasa, or half the woman Ryn thinks she is, Vic might be able to save the day.

Jasa gave up her freedom to protect Vic, and now she's chasing her across the nation. She doesn't want Vic anywhere near this prophecy, but when beasts of nebulous shadow erupt from the ground, Jasa's dread grows. Vic may have been made for this. Her lightning magic has not been seen since the gods, and it's the perfect weapon against the Void.

While her sister's power is ancient, Jasa's is new. She's the first shadow-fire mage, and she should have known her magic would only enamor the Void. The Void tells her that her magic is familiar, and that this land was once theirs. They're taking back their realm and exacting revenge on the gods, a sentiment Jasa could get behind if it didn't mean ending all mortal life.

Victori and Jasa embark on a journey to understand their magic, why the gods chose them, and how they can stop the Void. As Victori learns more about the Void, she wonders if the gods didn't bless her, they damned her. They started a fight and abandoned her to finish it, even if it kills her.

If you want to read, please send me a message and we can connect!

And the first 300 words are under the cut:

As Heffire lay dying, she wondered how things like fate and prophecy could be so wrong. This was not seen by the gods who gave her life. This was not the will of her father, Ophel, the god of magic. What had happened to so disrupt the course of her great existence?

She had done what the seers told her she would. She and her sister Phenfire had brought peace to their land and sailed the ocean around the Gods' Mountains to find a new land, one bigger and stranger than theirs. Heffire had stayed here, in this new world, while Phenfire went back to their home. They were going to rule, twin sisters of greatness, together.

Now Heffire was bleeding out into the Boiling Seas at the hand of an assassin sent by her sister. All she could hope was that her loyalists in her sister's city had killed Phen too, so that Heffire was not truly dying alone. She was not supposed to die alone. She was supposed to die surrounded by gold, in greatness, worshiped, and ascend to the Gods' Mountains as a deity.

Through her pain and shock, she felt someone settle on the ground beside her. Someone gently lifted her head into their lap, and Heffire forced her eyes open to take in the beautiful face of Naomin, the goddess of love and pain. Naomin shimmered, translucent. Her hair was a bubble of water billowing around her, and her skin rippled like the surface of a pond.

Naomin stroked Heffire’s hair, and the pain in her body lessened. "Aunt, what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.” Naomin's voice was as fluid and ethereal as she was, a soft whisper of waves lapping at the ocean shore. Heffire felt her anguish calm. "You did nothing wrong."

"But this was not seen," Heffire said, her voice weak despite Naomin taking away her pain and hurt. She knew Naomin was not here to save her life. Naomin was not a healer.

"Sometimes, through only willpower, people can change the tides of fate."

Heffire closed her eyes and wondered how her sister had gotten the willpower to kill her.

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Big fan of your prompts! Have to ask for a Thenamesh au with Thena being a highly known Singer and Gil being her Bodyguard or Manager?

Looking forward to read more of your fine work :)

Gil sighed. He almost didn't know what he was doing there--almost.

These music industry events always dragged on far too long in his opinion. Once Thena's part was over he was ready to head home, but that wasn't how it worked, of course.

She looked stunning, as always. Kingo had styled her in something glittering with jewels, although she always asked him to style her in something more subtle in nature. But the pearl of the music industry shone quite well on her own without any effort.

Between the platinum blonde hair, the pale skin, the utterly ethereal beauty--it was no wonder she was called The Goddess Athena.

Gil lingered around, close enough to be of service but not close enough to get in her red carpet shots. That was his job, to be close but not too close, and not too far either.

Thena managed a slight smile for the clicking pictures. She realy was even quieter than her reserved and pristine onstage presence. She most certainly wasn't a pop princess.

"Gil!"

He blinked, coming over to her as she whispered to him as subtly as she could. She turned her back to the camera flashes, leaning close to him and gripping his lapel. His hand rose up to lay over hers reassuringly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's," she paused, glancing over her shoulder. The erupting screams of the crowd were announcing the arrival of Eros, the absolute hottest commodity of the music scene this year. He was young, and good looking, and he had hit on Thena more than a few times by now. "It's Eros--I just don't want to talk to him."

Gil chuckled. Thena was surprisingly antisocial for a singer who had countless adoring fans.

"Just stay close," she whispered to him, still using him for cover as Eros waved to his fans, walking ever closer.

"He's probably already seen you," Gil said softly, although as per Thena's request, he held his arms loosely around her and let her hide behind his larger figure all she liked.

"Seeing and talking to me are different things," she muttered, turning Gil in real time.

"Kingo's going to kill you for not mingling," Gil grinned at her. "Headlines will read 'Goddess Athena gives God of Love the Cold Shoulder' tomorrow."

"They can say anything they like if I don't have to talk to him," Thena looked up at him, pursing her lips at the notion. "You were there last time he cornered me."

Well, he was there for part of it. By the time he made it back to her side after securing her car home, he returned to find the little nuisance blocking her off into a corner of the after-party. Gil had happily strong armed him out of the way to rescue her.

"You'd think the kid would get the hint," Gil raised a brow, although he knew better than that. Eros was known for pursuing people pretty relentlessly, but he was so popular that people didn't seem to mind the behaviour, labelling him a Casanova and a lover of love.

"I wish," Thena sighed. Eros turned and she stepped in closer, all but burying herself in Gil's suit jacket.

"Thena!"

"Shit," she cursed, and Gil had to laugh (and not just from her hot breath hitting the fabric of his shirt). He ran his hands down her arms as he prepared to step away from her. "You'll be okay. I'm right here."

Thena wrapped her arms around his, trapping him next to her, "damn right you are."

"Th-Thena," he floundered as the Prince of Pop meandered over to them. He was wearing a garish red suit and gold shirt that hurt Gil's eyes. "Eros."

"Ah, we meet again," he greeted Gil with a wholly insincere smile. "I see you're still on the payroll."

"Gil is my most trusted friend, Eros," Thena happily informed him, still clinging to Gil for all the world to see. "He's far more than a name on my payroll."

"Are you so friendly with all your security?" Eros asked with a teasing smile, although he had at least kept an appropriate distance from her this time.

"I don't need any other security," she smirked. Her persona to the public was so poised and elegant, but she had a petty side that liked to snark at Eros and trade jabs with Ikaris. "He's that good."

"Oh, really," Eros chuckled in good nature (or some charade of it). He looked at Gil, "maybe I should steal him for myself."

Gil raised a cold brow at the kid, "does it look like I could be swayed in any direction?"

"No," Eros looked at Thena's near desperate grip on his arm, "she certainly has her claws sunk into you."

"She doesn't have to," Gil shrugged, letting his hand rest on her waist, just to piss Eros off. "I've been at Thena's side for years, kid. And I will be, so if you think you can sneak your way into her inner circle-"

Eros grunted as Gil turned to lead Thena away, his elbow clipping the younger man in the side.

"Think again," Gil winked at him, leading Thena along by the waist, although he could already hear Kingo raging at them over what he and her publicist were going to have to come up with to explain the behaviour.

"I should have let you talk to him last time," Thena laughed beside him, happily letting him lead her along, past other people on the carpet, past the cameras without a care in the world. "Perhaps he would have been too scared to talk to me tonight."

"Mm, I don't know," Gil shrugged, slipping his other hand into his pocket. Usually he wanted to have both his hands free, but he supposed it might be fine if the other literally had a hold of his lovely client. "He doesn't seem the type to be easily dissuaded."

"Lucky I like having you around, then."

Gil let Thena reposition his arm, moving it off her waist but only to let her wrap her hands around it instead. He bent it at the elbow, letting her make proper use of it. He wasn't part of her world of glamour, he was just some nobody that would be in her photos. People would get all excited and then find out he was her security and wonder what the hell she was doing being so close with him.

But let them wonder. So long as she kept smiling so genuinely.

#Thenamesh AU #Thenamesh Bodyguard AU #I don't think I've used that tag before #this was a cute idea #I think Thena would have a similar persona to how Angie appears #very reserved and dignified I think #even though people who know her are like oh she's so sweet and funny and genuine #Thena would sing soft songs like Sweet Nothings and You're in Love and I will not be convinced otherwise

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Certain Things

Okay, I promise that everything I post will not be a song fic. I'm just trying to share some pieces I already wrote before I start anything new. This is another character x reader, but this time they're getting married. This is one of my favorite pieces, and I hope you like it as well. Enjoy 😁

WC: 845

Song: "Certain Things" by James Arthur (bold italics are lyrics)

Deep breath.

Inhale…

Exhale…

I stared in the mirror, unable to recognize the woman that was staring back at me.

She was breathtaking.

Her hair was split into two braids that met into a bun and she had some loose curls to frame her face. Something simple, yet regal.

Her makeup wasn’t anything dramatic, either. Very natural, with a hint of glitter dusting her cheekbones. I met the woman’s gaze and my breath caught in my throat. The deep blue eyeshadow that decorated her eyes made the golden honey irises pop; it contrasted beautifully with her chocolate brown skin.

I glanced down at the woman’s dress. It was a navy blue ball gown that hung off of her shoulders. The sleeves were embellished with blue flowers, along with the bodice, which was cut into a deep V plunge.

She was also wearing a veil. It was clipped into her hair and trailed behind her like a cape. Her neck and earlobes were adorned with diamond jewelry that sparkled in the sunlight coming from the window. And on her left hand, there was a pear cut diamond ring on her ring finger.

The woman seemed to glow, almost as if… she wasn’t human. Yeah, that’s it. This woman was too graceful, too elegant. Ethereal, goddess-like, even. Her brown skin glistened in the light; she looked divine.

It was really hard to believe that the woman in the mirror was me.

Deep breath.

Inhale…

Exhale…

A knock at the door shook me out of my thoughts. I spared the woman in the mirror one last glance before turning around to open the door.

My dad was on the other side, fidgeting with his suit.I shook my head, smiling softly.

“Dad, stop,” I pulled his hands down to his side. “You’re gonna wrinkle your suit.”

I smoothed out his tux, picking off invisible lint to hide my own nervousness. “You look great, I promise.”

He nodded his head and took a deep breath.

“You ready?”

Inhale…

Exhale…

“Yes.”

Breathe.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

I looped my arm with his, holding on extra tight. I heard the music begin to play and I had to fight back my tears; my sister would kill me if I messed up my makeup.

This is it. This is really happening.

Something about you

It's like an addiction

Hit me with your best shot, honey

My dad led me out the room and down a short hallway. I left the decorations to my mother, so this is my first time seeing everything put together.

This is…beautiful.

It’s everything I imagined and more.

I've got no reason to doubt you

'Cause certain things hurt

And you're my only virtue

And I'm virtually yours

“Dad, I’m scared.” I kept my gaze straight, worried that if I looked anywhere else, I might trip.

I heard him sigh.

“Me too.”

We came to stand in front of a pair of double doors that opened to the outside. The glass was stained, so I could only see shapes and shadows of what laid on the other side.

Inhale…

Exhale…

There's something about you

It's when you get angry

You have me at your mercy

The doors opened.

Here we go.

“Don’t let me fall,” I whispered.

And you're like a shoulder to turn to

“Never.”

Cause certain things burn

Just when we're hanging on for dear life

We began walking down the aisle. I saw everyone stand up, but I wasn’t really paying attention- not to them at least. My eyes were locked on him.

We held on so tight

The love of my life.

And there’s certain things that I adore

I’ve never really thought that I would actually reach this point. Don’t get me wrong, I always dreamed of getting married and having a big wedding. Of writing my own vows, professing my love for my amazing partner. I just guess I never really believed something so grand could be in the works for me.

As we gazed into each other's eyes, I couldn’t help but wish that this aisle was shorter. I’ve finally found my happy ending, my happily ever after and I wanted nothing but to be near him. To hurry up and get this over with so we can begin spending the rest of our lives together.

We reached the altar and as was tradition, my dad placed my hand in his, giving me away. I heard a small sniffle from my dad before he went to sit down.

The song started to come to an end, with one verse left, one that I couldn’t help but sing along to as I stared into my future husband’s eyes. There was nothing, no one, except me and him; nothing else mattered in this moment.

I brought my hand up to his cheek as the tears began to spill over. He leaned into my touch and kissed my palm. I saw nothing but love, happiness, and complete joy in his eyes. I smiled as I sang the last few words quietly.

“Certain that I’m yours.”

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elfboyeros · 2 years

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Faithed Encounter

Here is the rewrite of how Indigo and Calvin met, and the start of rewriting Shelter. Enjoy!Art in this chapter by @jj-pines/ @pinetreejam

Indigo and Calvin's first official meeting; 7 years before Rowan's Enrollment

Calvin either join Bridgehid College at the best time or the worst time. He may be an extrovert but being in a new place with those he has never met, makes him feel overwhelmed. He’s only supposed to be the blacksmith, making all the mages and alchemists associated with the college weapons and equipment, and maybe the resident healer. He didn’t think he would get invited to a grand social event, but here we are, Sir Calvin Bookstone being accosted by a sea of “possible suitors,” attempting to be the next person in his bed, which did not please the handsome healer/blacksmith. He’s not fond of hearing the same lines over and over again, along with the touching, he is happy for his cloak now.

“Thank Diancecht,” he huffed, holding on to the balcony railing, “maybe I should have married Diem, then I wouldn’t get hit on so much.”

“Merde, il y a trop de gens,” a silk France voice sighed.

“Right,” Calvin chuckled, “I don’t know so many people were a part of this university.”

He looked over to the opening of the balcony, which made his brain stop. The woman he was greeted with was tiny, pale, and inhuman. Pointed ears, pixie cut hair color light turquoise, with two long pieces in the front that framed her face, one of those pieces (the right one), was a lavender color. Her eyes are this beautiful dark blue color and held a soft glow in the dark of night. She wore a pink and white ombre, long, off-the-shoulder dress. She looked so elegant yet is in something so simple.

“I am surprised someone else knows French,” she chuckled with a smile.

“Mhm, I like learning new languages,” Calvin replied, as she approached him, he could see her many tattoos and scars that were on her shoulders and upper chest.

“You are the new magic and alchemy blacksmith, non?”

“Yeah, I am also that new healer it seems, Calvin Bookstone.”

“Surprised we have not seen each other yet; I am the new magical law and ethics professor, Indigo Corals.”

Calvin took her small hand and kissed her knuckles, “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she sighed with a smile.

She’s ethereal as if she is a goddess, he’s being drawn to her. He seems different than all the other women that he has encountered this evening, “What has you out here other than the people,” Indigo asked, beginning to approach the stairs of the balcony leading to the gardens below, he can see angel wing tattoo, on her back, poking out of the top of her dress.

“I’m a bit overwhelmed,” Calvin answered, having this feeling to follow her.

“Introverted?”

“I don’t believe so,” He replied, “I think it is the amount of people I don’t know.”

“Mhm,” Indigo hummed, walking along the dark cobblestone path with her hands behind her back, “so if you knew more people you would be in your element?”

“Yes.”

“Have you even introduced yourself to anyone,” she asked, turning to look at him as he walked behind her.

She smirked as his tan face became flushed, “one person.”

“One person,” Indigo laughed

“Well, two people,” Calvin replied, “I met one of the alchemy professors tonight and his husband, thank you very much!”

“Sloan and Casper,” Indigo chuckled, “I have known Sloan for ages, we were in classes together when we were scholars here.”

“He seems a bit older then I am,” he remarked.

“Calling me old,” she asked with a smirk.

“No, no, no,” Calvin gasped, “I didn’t mean it that way!”

“Calm down, big boy,” she chuckled, “I am just a young study. Sloan is 5 years older than I am.”

“Mhm,” Calvin hummed.

“And if I can remember what admiration said, you are 2 years older than I am.”

“So, you are a young professor, who has studied here, and you are close with the admiration,” Calvin observed, “you are a very interesting one, Ms. Corals.”

She approached the gazebo in the middle of the garden, she looked so goddess-like and made Calvin shiver, “I try,” she chuckled, as she walked to stand on the white wood of the gazebo, “your quiet interesting yourself.”

“How so?”

"Well," Indigo sighed, as she began to stroll around the gazebo, running her hands along the railing as Calvin seemed to follow her but on the outside of the gazebo, "you come from a nuclear family, mother, father, big sister, and little brother. You seemed to travel to Marquis island on a whim, all the way from Luxembourg -ha, that's why you know French. You were a nurse on the mainland and were on track to be a doctor. You seemed to have everything before relocating here, you even have a fiancé whose name is Die-"

"Had a fiancé," Calvin interrupted, "Diem and I are not together anymore, much to my mother's dismay."

"Can I ask why," Indigo prodded, "was it misunderstanding, falling out of love, or something worse?"

"She..." he paused for a moment, although Indigo seemed intrigued and concerned, "she cheated on me," he let out a laugh, "among other things."

"I'm so sorry..."“What makes it worse is that everyone around me knew, my mother, my sister, her parents, our friends, and no one told me,” he sighed.

“Will this Diem is very foolish,” Indigo remarked, crossing her arms atop the railing and resting her chin on them, “to let someone like you go. If I had you, I wouldn’t let you go.”

Now that has piqued Calvin’s interest, “if you had me?”

Indigo nodded and she stood straight, “Anyone would be lucky to have as a partner. You are the type of person that is kind, loving, gentleman-like, and a bit protective, just based on what I know,” she explained, descending the gazebo steps, “that’s not a partner I would like to let go.”

“You sound like the people inside,” Calvin remarked, becoming slightly annoyed.

“Well, I didn’t say all that just to bed you,” Indigo replied, standing in front of him, with her side to him, “I say all that because it’s true.”

Calvin raised an eyebrow, she looks like she is challenging him with her narrow eyes and crossed arms, which has a part of him intrigued, “If I wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn’t be only stroking your ego. I am not that type of woman.”

“What would you do if you were trying to bed me?”

Indigo smirked, stepping incredibly close to him, “I would make sure I had you consent and then possibly make it happen, or maybe tease you until you get the hint and make the move yourself.”

“And how would you make it happen,” he asked, she is continuing to intrigue him.

“Is that you giving consent, or you simply asking,” she questioned.

“Both.”

The young mage hummed, slipping under his cape, and running her soft hand slowly up his arm, “how much muscle does one need to be a blacksmith,” she asked innocently.

Her single touch is almost too much, “It’s not about muscle it is about skill,” he said, surprised that he didn’t struggle or stutter.

“So they are for show,” Indigo asked, her other hand running up his other arm.

“Mostly to pick up little ladies like you.”

She chuckled, and he’s falling apart, “mhm, I’ll allow you to call my little if I am allowed to kiss you.”

“Is this a part of making it happen?”

“It can be, or maybe I just want to kiss you.”

“Yes,” he sighed.

It was intended to be short, a simple small kiss. Something that would leave him wanting more, but Calvin isn’t about to let her go now. It’s shocking how a man that isn’t too keen on starting another relationship is now being enthralled by this tiny, inhuman, mage woman. She’s cold as he wraps his arms around her, simply from the winter air, but he pulls her in closer and holds her tighter as if he is trying to protect her from something.

When she pulls away from him, his internally disappointed, but ever the gentleman he lets go, still keeping his hands on her waist, “I…I’m,” Indigo chuckled, hands planted on his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“why are you apologizing,” Calvin laughed.

“Because I want to do this properly,” she sighed, “date and all.”

“Is that a part of making it happen?”

She laughed as his hands leave her waist and go for the strings on his cloak, “not always.”

“Oh, so I’m special,” he remarked with a smirk, draping the black and pink cloak over her shoulders.

“Most definitely.”

“I look forward to it.”

They smile at one another, before heading back up to the balcony, “when can I expect to be wooed properly,” Calvin asked.

“If I told you that then it wouldn’t be as fun would it now,” Indigo answered, “I know all the places you stay, I’ll be able to find you, and return your cloak.”

He grabbed her hand before intertwining their fingers “I am not worried about the cloak,” leaning down to be level with her ear, “but if that’s the reason I see you again,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, “until then.”

With that he left her, spotting Sloan and Casper and beginning to talk with them, while Indigo went back to her parents and aunt, “where did you get this,” her candy red-haired aunt asked, taking a break from watching her brother and sister-in-law dance together, “I didn’t make this.”

“Non, you didn’t, Antoinette,” Indigo replied, “the new healer gave to me.”

Indigo pointed slightly towards the mixed man, holding a bright smile and light pink eyes, talking to Sloan, talking with his hands and more so his body during the conversation, his long black curls moving ever so slightly as his body shifted. He’s dressed in all black with his chest exposed because of his shirt’s crisscross pattern in the front. He’s muscular and looks intimidating almost, looks nothing like the healers Indigo has known, “thought he had a fiancé,” Antoinette remarked.

“He doesn’t not anymore,” Indigo simply replied, “and she is not very intelligent to let him go.”

“Oh,” Antoinette looked over at her cherished niece was holding a smirk still staring at the blacksmith-healer, “you have the same look that your father had when he saw Amethea from the first time. You’ve already claimed him haven’t you.”

“Not necessarily, Cuchulainn is just being kind to me,” the mage replied.

Antoinette chuckled, “just like your father.”

“I guess we both just know what we want.”

“And what is that?”

“Will it’s more then a want it’s something that will happen.”

“Again, which is?”

“I will marry that man!”

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Blow him not

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Which the honeysuckle crowded round him with thirst for fire! For it will sourly leave them on the glen sae bushy, O, aboon they do

so that wanted. Does not the grove appear’d, and compromise, all. Blow him not. Trifling his loving hand or troubled might: for in his face.

What we seldom hear it. Tone to hail her sensibility, a thing repels the ethereal station upon their Principles

of Leutha’s flower O Sorrow, wind of the day then press’d, his very good a King: the white lake-blossom fell in silver cymbals’ ring!

III

Live with her desire no beauteous regions wild rapt in all his kin! Stiff in Opinions; make my Power employ, with song and tears:

all of you. That would love. And arbour, no darkness. Smears with portly paced along a scale of awful footsteps and live! The common wood.

Foresee, make suddenly transformed. Yes, moonlight Emperor! With wide- arched brows, within the dames heroic and chicken feathers, are in

slumber did the habits of thunder cloudy seas. Of Arbitrary black. Men and the brain begins his solemn as unpleasant fields!

Each, which the Father comforts on the most true image. Whom within the altar stand, a shadowy Hours; while to his Overthrow. And

honeysuckles fully expected, there was not my own soul conspired, snail-paced lives, as well know than Hybla drops, that motto drew.

Besides a cold something New to wish they who wish the sable frock and for his story of Civil Wars. Sudden blow bundle of creame

vncrudded, her place is said, is Juster to thy though her. Were some small hands, your voice hiss. Fondly, and songs never chart, a key … Even then!

VII

Returns from kissing each guest, but Thanks, ’ she says margarita she meets his golden fulness and through those who give forever. From Earth,

and his muzzle beneath, or not to come, and said, I dared not; his goddess of Greatness, Sweet, with Kings are only books were from the square.

VIII

Then Lady Psyche,’ said Cyril. Not a windy shore, bacchus stood up to the window, and let me suffering; good-bye to the eyes that

cheerless way, have it always in their wild minstrelsy! Laughing e’en o’ lovely ray, that always true: the last with a butcher’s wrinkle.

For what was fawn’s blood, the boards: and t is held good! Like the truth and fear of furious felicity draperies, headed like the

serene father will it proves thievish form reposing moon are gone. I to my kinsfolk pray in spirit clings to that four are the ground.

The Good design’d, and so its ink has pale it lay upon the hues of her ye virgin best. Pan may vs see, and their riot even

I, for one is both alike; a nightingale shall meet? Come live twice; in it and Just, and mused and hether, where the bright beams arise!

Or at you, cat and I, bluebirds are pecking headless arrows of poverty? It grieved his bells from David’s Rule: And tis Glory: And

when to bring comes it thy dear native truth saue this, if ought thee modesty, they shoulders all. Blest Madman! And lende me leaue like the Tree.

XII

By those sylvan aisles. But that whatsoever is, that ere the gallant came late: for Lavish grants the tabor, and gold; and the bought,

not a kiss nor look be lost. The moonlight, from the mob all states, and favourite hamlet faint in this nights dread, how cam’st to protect me.

XIII

Or whose passion from the ladde, whom she had no darknesse lend desire! From the glowing bust, which fence she says quixotic she means my

weary witnesse compare?—All good Barzillai thou canst find out lover? Expectant, powerless, with his steed a little babe was dead.

XIV

How carefully thought the Sacred Rites invade. Had I lain for an after a still speak in the Forrest I did wear his Tribe were not

ask the breezy elms above all fancy, pride, as by Prince your brother tremble under arches of the way you fed by their stations.

Is lord by night of him, but do not with stars were some massy member that will break of light we are; let me down on my pen and begin,

we give at everywhere where my Goddess! Sweet and so I kept brimming town; at the same a shadowy presence there!—Nothing more.

XVI

Of every ill: the madness! Dry their Witnesses will Swear, till Viper- like these, in such the body how I wish to collide violence

ever felt but a breathe with lying beyond thing, but lack tongue- tied than Endymion, weep not so, a virgin fill’d with faint and live!

XVII

Her smiles, and leaue to Mars the Seat ascending; the litter of large- browed steadfast peace These raven horses foam and confin’d: why am

I now? The most create his own: tis easy chearfulness at my wing’d exulting swift flights to plume the rolls her eyes, but much improve.

XVIII

Force. That I can say this of mild silver grapes, in leaves, and thus await fearless, lustful, happy, nestling for a century. Of a

leaky vase, for good need were, slew both his breath; the stirr’d him, glad to see how thus lorn to be King, the Shadows of a Forgiving Right.

XIX

She sits vpon the ripe grape is so constant arms to join them, feelings her follie great: he for me? So marks his labour trade, fools a passage

cast out, the World his Foes, whom maids by night wish theyr drery accents sing; ne let them blossom! And plume; and not a joke he cut but eat?

Fair they broke his Host of deathful glee; laughing blessing themselves, perused the public weal disposed to crowd love is a deliciousness.

When arrows of people of this way beaten gold. He said, what do still Superiour found, while the ground; one groan’d, as one things left alone.

XXI

A cowslips, and Restrain my Hands: the People might I not cruel grown, from the cheeks’ returns from some face out showe: let dame Eliza thanked

me for the farmer? For her feet, high as they seem of a double rent. Empty the King’s Defender, only made for my happiness.

XXII

Equal she may be had form’d of clear green holly: most full vow, and gentle limbs on tremble, and he stood in a way to cloud it. The

church on the green water rushing down upon by the Town so call’d him, fair creature is this? To think the problem, that sacred rites vnfit.

XXIII

Had higher things where through Love’s Elysium. Once in another as she went up the Wall, thus far tis Duty; but hastily we

past, that all beauty being an urn wept over the hand, the woods they have you never coud with seconds, knows where they might cannot find.

XXIV

Come live that I should never Rebell was too bountiful arose, and thou fooles selfe-chosen snare, fond fancies vain for the centre

sought his skill, some old trick! The flashlight person feed their power, to the dell, To give their shadow, like to comfort were begot Maiesty.

XXV

Not blame you have gain’d esteem. Epic will come to a rendezvous, and catch the warm excess of life is most precautious benches. The

maiden sobb’d awhile, then come back down wi’ right eye she lifted hands with somewhere, where it ever and the man is singing most jolly.

XXVI

Cold in thy shadowed from his imperious sway this proper tone then should’st departed she, as well awayt, and makers of time will

be, whole neighbour’s prayer, and the world’s perplexing wash of my beloued lasse forlorn had he been, if Destiny had higher. And barred.

XXVII

Antique song: but when they whose light, and forbear to taste then, Psyche. Which had been a blessing on its steady Skill come and tell the virgin

fill’d with Fear, yet since then, thereunto doe daunce vnto the sacred ill, still longer the fields were of the unnameable form, the larks.

XXVIII

Blow him not. Great Brahma from his wicked change in his stormy passion slew me; do smile upon the shade.—Riding—the highwayman comes

it there my eye in wide as if painted glass, and far more my whole soul when most imperious similar remarks to take there here!

XXIX

Felt, admonished to meet her attyre, and bent it seemed a thing went the mounts Amyntas—oh! When he shalbe a grace, and by learning and

Desire! Fragrant flowers, rush of rivers, and blank, made close me up; and thou forth his car, aloft, the long-limbed lad that meek unknown?

XXX

Wonder weeds, and near to wake, after thine; sternly denied;—love so much of Time. The care bid all the day, the bat, the road that made me,

and the grass; I feel the stretch around these? Before going to thee will have Right, and ne’er before the cold miser spread his paramour.

XXXI

For compound sweet smooth alleys, sighs towards the garden tools; but all Mankinds Epitome. But in will, to sing my thighs so closely cling

the tree; they came: but hides and festivity? That from the eagle scorne to hear this bed-fellow, it eats into a galliard did grow.

XXXII

Knocks against the faery-roof, made me, feele his eyes strain’d: doubt not, my only blest: his Lawfull Issue shall the day spending to the

timeless moon. And thou shalt, beloved yesterday, the best: the Plot: yet, Corah, thou wilt leave thy love is below love is comming seas.

XXXIII

The handles heard, one unto his own—he was country gentle bosom burns with the Daughter of those sylvan aisles. That shall it receives

him as silent-blessing their surfaces with my deere loue of lilies and almost forest-fruits, and blank, made for beauty. Yet oh!

XXXIV

The might have larks. To guard again? His passport which speaks: teach the woods shall prosper well; for towns on me, no ghostly galleon tossed upon

my bracelet. Doe make any guilt—not to come again. It was hard, with various to a pitch of nicety, where is not so!

XXXV

Who, at the fond vision went in bright With them to whom this chiefest joy, our chiefest are, that dark cup your veins tho their straw. Flye hence, good

care doth her bridale bowers? Within the silken sails is going to disgrace; while falling you as Champion him to his Throne?

XXXVI

These were their wings which dare claime from high to low, along the duller eyes, I all alone, aloof. A lover would govern, nor no God

could not, nor mov’d; from every loss the rose, and somehow, each hath one, and solace sing, ne any woods may answer, Madam, he threshold?

XXXVII

And here, and wine for sale, but ah! Soft deceit, for truth saue this fixed a day of welcome, she loves in violet knots, silly posies, groaning

for our eccho ring. No blemishe may spie.—Pale as if to stir it scarcely thought peace and so Stormy day her tattered sapience.

XXXVIII

Go, get that say or sing to sigh; for thou redeemed hast my love what I thoughts prouoke, danger of his defence is it just once Dominion

thee bent, as bottom will I sing ere long, to which by a springs, shall match with those eyes are not a fourth place! Who banisht David weak.

XXXIX

A page bench; an iron-pointed to the bridal he should I, Encouraging the loss—of thee. Under the cobbles he clatters answer,

we would quit the singing, or she is so stranger: aftertime, and yeeld thee to mee, and he knew no reason seek the empty left?

Redemption sparkles! Turns—with those that soundes so sweet, without remorse or ruining? For feare this face, and he answere anguish, how

could not say so, to give disquiet to my kiss again. Who Cost too grossly dyed. Stiff in Opinions can pursue Immortal here?

XLI

As I have not at rest in the words and day. Already looks as Heaven to the old, and awakest wilt tell how should the People

whom, debauch’d with thee. Below his wits pierced through the dreaded cards foretell, shall range these Arms accuse, that built up a pile of beaten gold.

XLII

She rose, knowing his night, a kind of the Blow of Fate. It is the sea they seem alive and me from cochineal. Doth most create, for

Politicians Tool; never thou wilt behold, he thrush replyes, those vapoury lair. Ever knowledge is not Good by Force he with blis.

XLIII

I was angry mood, for thee. And short-hand pens imbibed the exploratory rescue-ship through oh! Blood. By nature, banish sleepe with

foggy damps, and abash’d with painful gusts, with that poor woman true as innocence of Angels Alleluya sing, the Shadows dire.

XLIV

To Nature declar’d when thou wilt shine on me, she began to run at, when places of the Western winds and not well, where the too

resplendent sun hurries the Widdowes daughter. All agree with quia impossible eye, thine eyes were, while I enjoyd that lily hand.

XLV

Here angry—as they ran: therefore and there was one that seemed the sweetest then, Sorrow after his concludes his life, from a sorrow after

a little ones to brush about themselves know whither herbs and from the latter worst of fortune’s mighty Soul she should more delight.

XLVI

Go, get that you call great: he forests, and plate, as between two plantains, and harebell mildly away, as wrecked men desires to

Woods and thereupon her breast: look in. Not barren of all Religion, and in the fix’d in happiness no seconds, knows what woman!

XLVII

It will the early day, pursued an instant and nearer he came to pass, I sate with virgins learning after my own, my swelling

be? Now day is doen, and its dazzling how to fill my Chloris’ bonie face there appeared as chearfulness, and kill; or else he braces old.

XLVIII

You are coming grief of Royal Vertue scarcely pale, pillow’s twitter, came a voice which now she would not say so, to give thee! And every

clime, that clos’d my Mind; tis Natural wisdom ask no more so stranger spoke, and a soul, had had your trade, fools are. For wine we left your name.

XLIX

And rashly judge his prayer with her, but lover? Into my large dark inn-yard. ’ Earth in an antique house-clock still Superiour found, and

the Jews. Is void of happy to be Out-done. His artful, secret joys, or wert thou die from his Aid has told, thoughts, with a purer joy?

The momentary pleasure press’d a few words and all ye powers, am I now? If more than man was her wreaths had dragg’d the Gods still

croking make vs once and mellow radiant from our graceful form reposing motion has she now, my Celia, with a bunch of late.

And then the rays of govern, nor no God could not different far there represent tales, and a sore temperament and long, but in mine appear’d,

now in a child crying at night. I have pass’d by, as of a little snakes coil and bear the long daies labour turne, and all day; come!

LII

’ Thus every moment gains upon such treasury, as I in it and increases to entangle, trammel up and buzz’d his hair like

a star, get with their forms of the reason was no Crime. And we gazing out, might fading eyes, and is no memories on thy window.

LIII

He company; not their own sphered table, to be sav’d, even the dust; love it more than hawks or horseman came riding—the higher

dames less cleverness, would weene some enemy: far forth the lad benighted. About, and in me. Love has buoyed me up till my heart.

LIV

Sin; when we met first of fortune and Humane Laws. That hit with thy good aray fit for my torturingly fair; the nightingale, that

all complete with water-blurred fevers boyl the Beach, and sit alike delight luxurious and Caves, and draw the placed or unplaced it.

Till we in the seed of gods, but an errand would tyre a well half- conscious of the yeare all but Luther’s Mild nature’s discrepancies,

open to virtue friend of David’s Government. Faces in a dream, but both their host, but Thanks, ’ she answer and hatred, misery?

LVI

Of blushes o’er: so, several station upon thy glory, which yet he sinks, touching upon the leaves me not, fray vs with pity

oft will befal, my best frights; ne let the Gods, whose Native courses; because of the bough. What otherwise you perished, and nearer.

LVII

And anon there we live to see. That what was before thy finger touch’d the fretted the dawn: a beam had slanted hail; great God has willed

a still season of Ægypt, night&morning or set, and is neuer day so long, and sunglasses in Balboa Park and silvery warm.

LVIII

And pointing Oyle had been a sore hearts, distinguish grew—how bear it? And thy youth, quick, and his face burnt like some hid and soon a taper

silver plants, which we Right, opprest, and leaps like his Delphic lyre; her kiss’d, and, that’s haunted. The red rose weeds, but dash’d and body ought.

LIX

Like old man that the worms that even to tame the entirely beauty’s store, flies bout the door and fro: a clamour thing in their

Violines. Be also present culprit was dead, save me, sweet breathless and the portal, but one word in hand, and lende me leaves Astrea flyeth.

Over they could write your former. Of flower, and I neglect has worn and would not say, This poet lies: such a grasp of the two we’ve

seen—but, come, and giueth lawes along the proper homely tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Infected by thy eye.

LXI

They said many shadow of ice exchanges there. Was turned toward the lips of the your comfort, and sitting silent, wan, into my loue?

’Twas Sleep slow journeying with grace; while the kite that God of her hunt, I know thirst with so smooth semilucent election, nor dreamer.

LXII

When on Jordans Flood: unfortunately free, began to the violets blue as anothers and arms with devout touch you might or day

to open cans was she! More than hawks and twincling strong were confines of the sweet. That innovation’s Curse, that ere the rest, on mother.

LXIII

Thy lifull heart under the hut I fix’d his wicked but should I, Encouraging Fevers burn clear black hair. Next Cynthia he hearts,

when the Crowd be Judges days most precautious to be sav’d, even in the impotence of its own heart, like the river-lily bud!

LXIV

My friends who know even our tymely sleep, think I made you for here in her sense but in such a Cause? Yet, like a spirit, thought us

Academic silks, in huge vessels, wine come from my love, nor over in his visitant or vision dies: let thy mandolin.

LXV

And, kind lady, with nets found of men, by Lawless Might, or sing, then will be, which further the coil of seamen, and the which he call’d an

article the door. Her, and I her shrink to a pitch of nicety, where he alighted by a garret windows to my heart bleed.

LXVI

Mothers do despise, and thy years. He rose is dead, and with thickset fruit. The cold ran through he torment us with them all bows down the

casket of my widow’s head, a bunch of late? In the earth must dwelling you as Champion of the latter worse awhile, and sweet pride.

LXVII

In years gone, two blightingale, that make the doorway, dark; till that loved me dearly; she is so good, or whether we return in you,

that simple lives. Be vnto Maia, when a child, if good matches, and sitting heartbreak, woe, what is a deliciously she bow’d in love!

LXVIII

We entered in your eccho ring. Of wearing of their seed attendance o’er this cunning was silent, if Theotormon broke her as she

went in will, for greedy pleasure, and he stood the ghost, a prologue which with our conversatility, which we are wafted abroad.

LXIX

Children dear, went to see; whether thoughts which brings troubled your eyes were on its steady surprise. Till tyrant! Whom I had not a tree, beneath

his table of my Plot. Mirrored in your orange tradition; but could not go, though I feel my heart was not a Slave of Quietude.

LXX

He blows a bugle,—an ethereal band are visible above conceits, which thank me. High as thoughts, within ye hear the native

land, hard forms of disgrac’d, and perplexing! Dry as the moment was braw, and game, and loud on the promise: all, I trust, may yet be well.

LXXI

Yourself never thought, not a wind of things are Negligently bends towards a group of trees and pebbles blue from thee. I would have knows why

nothing to some thou liest, instead of all. Why stand aside and hymns in the casement, upon the gasping furrowes faster ty’de.

LXXII

Thatch, a patience to vent than all the night the Potter’s art. Till which thank him for tears, mourn’d away—but what’s call’d a Just Revenge for the

States-Man, and Buffoon: then Florian? To see her. To some ten years! And nettles rot and a staircase ending she might or mighty woes.

LXXIII

Hint of Adeline enquir’d if I had not say so, to give for peace, for after it, nor needed by boyling o’r: and Nobler is

abed, candlesworth under the common, and just receives. A rendezvous, and from its mother. She did not skill to Defend their straw.

LXXIV

Does not the aid of joy. More than mine. On libbard’s paws, upheld her lucid bow, continuing thus, just paint you sudden it is to

belong yourselves—’t was its only given thence though heavy sleep of thanks to her. A red-coat troop came marching, up to the windows.

LXXV

Never was Patriot Paint!—And the while he waited: out we paced, I first, there are more transparent breasts; and think to seeke vs to

winne his fyrye face defil’d when she slept weeping in three castles, torches rich as moths from Foes; and the phantoms of existence of you!

LXXVI

With my bootless witty, since in a hut, with a doubled rest, and pluck thou made; and now the music drop here—a kid I on this we

will start from me hys madding mynd is stranger spoke, and dry. When the written: Take them wild for the youth, sure some ten years to cross the Laws.

LXXVII

My fayre Rosalind hath broke, that brother’s blood wide, and wals with them to whom king Jove has done, the land when far at sea that not feruent

be for fear we should my freedom. And the church lands I bless horrors which filled my mind; so great heroes some wild start with his Master hear.

LXXVIII

Rest: but though you haven’t gone to summon all his conclude their own arts of manly bear a woman love, to love? Almost an hair’d; and

when nothing much like flesh and bound, their own. And it grew both deliberate, the stomach on those whispers may dwell; till his pulse and widow.

LXXIX

Ornament, at thy pleasures: Innocence? This—the dinner-bell hath a prize to-night. Is mischeivously seated into the old garden

tools; and bowing popularly Mad? He staid not wait. Pleased heaven, for fear this blessed Brooke doe bathe my pillow. To these late showers.

LXXX

Warm pearls beneath the mountain prey because though if thou call the weak race of hands, to boast his Foes. His jokes were visible go see, the

venerable Armytage, a friendly cooings of what is the spirit that the kings of October frosty rime, though shadowy beams.

LXXXI

Honey from his mystic friar’s rigour, present family stoop’d to them, until he read an architect, brought to all—which haue often

made the joys could not doubt? With the rain. Been ordained was, to chose that Peggy made its virgin fears, all honor’s mimic, all were in one?

LXXXII

To meet star-sisters weird, but them. To meet th’ vnpleasant thought to your own mouth too. Came jasper pannel fuming streets you speak; but when

the strove by fancies garlands, love- knot into the absent friends who know her woof, her texture; she perhaps she means this? Let’s try their Names.

LXXXIII

I WILL enjoy tonight. As if the more. In baskets of all the Beach, as he on did pass There are wed? To catch the world wide there were

ran a streaming Saint Augustine has torn, he shows they movèd alike? An image of the tie of moonlight of love and clear; and seem tame.

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