#and while on one hand. yea. but on the other hand: NO you YOUNG FOOLS this PREDATES HOMESTUCK
Net Pt.2 (Shanks x Siren!Reader)
someone asked for part two and it blew up so uhhh here part two for my shanks loving bbgrls!
warnings: definelty pron with plot lol, tension, kissing, intense touching, p in v, never been touch, slow and gentle smeggs. uhh yeah, loss of virginity? Sorta?
Pt.1 Found Here
You gasp, feeling his hands slide under the fabric of your shirt. Cold. You huff at the feeling, breathless at his touch. Your lips don't stop, the two of you just barely separating for air before going back to being stuck like glue.
"Will you?" He asks, eyes soft and pleading desperate.
Stay with him? Live this life of piracy and be protected and loved by him? Be held and kissed and touch in places you'd yet to discover on yourself? Youd be a fool to say no.
Like clumsy young adults you sprint with one another to his quarters, the door locking before he's back on you, whimpers and moans just as musical as the creaky floorboards when you're backed against his bed.
Fear settles in your heart, well no, not fear, anxiety. He can see it and only kissed the top of your head, slowing his pace.
“Slow. Okay guppy?” He smiles, seeing you nod.
He scoots you back, your body upright but comfortable against then pillows. Shanks opts to work his way down, making sure you knew just how precious you were to him. Soft and slightly chapped lips brush over your scales and the flesh of your necks, praises fall from his lips like a prayer.
It makes your tummy turn, a wave of emotions flooding your mind and body like you’d never felt before. For someone who’s lived their whole life in the ocean you were almost too sure this is what it felt like to be seasick, a loved, nervously, excited mess.
“Focus.” He hums, seeing the emotional roller coaster your conscious had gone on.
And you did, finally letting yourself just relax. His hands aren’t cold anymore, and they slide down the fabric of your shirt, exposing your chest to him. It’s only a little embarrassing but the embarrassment is soon overpowered by pleasure.
Your back arches into him when he takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking the sensetive bud while his free hand bust barely grazed over the other. A moan slips past your lips and you feel him grin as he unlatches and decides to kiss down your stomach.
“I-I don’t, how do we even-I’ve never-“ You gasp, the feeling of his fingers over your wetness making yoo shirt circuit.
“I do remember saying we’d go slow, right? We’ll work out way up love.” He explains, just barely circling your clit, enjoying how you unraveled before him.
“I- please.” You beg, not sure of what you were asking for.
Maybe for him to not stop, to stop teasing and let you feel his fingers fill you up. Desperation is what that was. Pure, horned up, desperation.
“I know love, I know. Are you okay for me to-?” He doesn’t finish, only pushing your folds open slowly as your head lols back an your mouth falls open in a silent moan.
“Yea, please keep touching me. Dont stop touching me.” You whine, curses in your native tongue rolling off your swollen lips. You’re now gripping his forearm, nails leaving indents in the flesh there.
Your eyes lock, yours glossy, his desperate, and promising.
"Oh honey when you ask like that I’ll touch you whenever you want for as long as you want I promise." He sighs, connecting your lips again as he begins to pump two fingers in and out of you, your wetness making the process a bit easier.
He’s gently, knowing that you've never touched or been touched like this. He knows its rather overwhelming and the last thing he wasn't to do if make you feel, uncomfortable.
You cling to him, letting him suck and lick the flesh of your neck, spots of purple being left in his wake. You do the same though, marking him as yours with a smile. You gasp when he hits that softer spot inside you, your head falling onto his shoulder.
He knows your close, velet walls fluttering around his fingers as he used his free hand to rub circlesover your sensitive nub. It feels so much hotter than before, your legs feeling like jelly when he takes the initiative to fold them a little more and guide you to wrap them around his waist.
“That’s it, let yourself feel good. Let me make you feel good.” He whispers, pupils wide as he watched you pall apart from his touch.
You can feel your body squeeze, muscles feeling tight as he speeds up a bit, the sound of your squelching only filling you with embarrassment. It didn’t last long though, because before you could warn him of this feeling of pleasurable impending doom, you snap.
And alll he does it smile, slowing his back as you two your head back, squeezing him as if he’d suddenly disappear.
Shanks is back on you, kissing you through your damn near earth shattering orgasm with a smile. He knows you’ll feel empty when he pulls his fingers out of you so as a sort of courtesy he doesn’t stop, still keep that agonizingly slow pace.
“That’s it my love. Gods you look beautiful like that. So pretty cumming over my fingers.” He hums, finally removing them from you and raising them to his mouth.
“Shanks!” You gasp, trying you tug his hand away but it’s too late, the action making you burn up.
He doesn’t respond, only pressing his lips to yours, sliding his tongue between your teeth as you moan into him, further relaxing. It’s somehow bitter and sweet.
“Just wanted you to see how good you taste.” He chuckles, placing his hat atop your head.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He finishes, kissing your forehead before turning to find something to clean you with.
He’s soft, pulling you into one of his shirts which is far too big for you. He kisses the top of your head, your eyelids, your nose, and finally your lips. The silent agreement of sleep written over your faces.
Yeah, you’d be a fool to say no to this.
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🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️
Chapter 15: Truth Be Told
“Nice try, kid.” Quaritch said with a huff of fatigue and a bit of frustration as he took a seat next to where the kid was crouched and watched Wainfleet take his chances with the ikran.
Spider ground his teeth slightly and glanced down then away. Any direction to not meet the colonel’s gaze. When he ‘forgot to mention’ some parts of the iknimaya process and bonding with an ikran, the kid didn’t expect Quaritch’s challenger to fling both of them right off a ledge. Spider didn’t just feel bad because, without the colonel’s protection, he would likely end up back in a prison cell. That would be the best-case scenario. A straight jacket and padded room in the worst.
“Must’ve been one of my other sides that forgot...” Spider said to lighten the mood. He didn’t know what the recom considered discipline for almost getting him killed but the teen REALLY didn’t want to find out either.
“Yea right.” Quaritch said with a scoff and sarcastic smirk. He was legitimately angry with Spider for not mentioning that the Na’vi would handicap the flying beasts first before attempting to make the bond.
“For what it’s worth...” Spider said, finally having the guts to look at Quaritch’s disappointed gaze, “...you did something Jake didn’t.”
Ok, so it was a poor attempt at making up for Quaritch possibly falling to his death but the slight perk in the recom’s ears told Spider he’d fed his ego a little bit. Not that he wanted the recom to think he was anywhere near the level of greatness Toruk Makto was, but he had to think of saving his own skin while he was still property of the RDA.
“You didn’t use a yìmkxa.” Spider said matter-of-factly then continued when the word meant nothing, “A banshee catcher to...you know...tie the mouth shut. There really aren’t many who don’t use them...if they don’t, it’s just to show off.”
Quaritch noticed how the teen’s voice got quieter and more awkward as it was clear Spider was trying to butter him up. The colonel had made it quite clear the consequences of causing any trouble the first time they left Bridgehead. But a lot happened since then. He was only dealing with one snarky teenager then...not said teen, a young child, and a psychopath.
The colonel’s frustration tempered as he rested and looked back to the cheering of Wainfleet dominating the stone arena. He chuckled a bit and said, “Ya don’t say. There’re things even the great Toruk Makto can't do, eh?”
Spider shrugged and let out an internal sigh of relief. He avoided an ass whippin’, right? Or maybe that threat was null and void now that he was so fucked up in the head? Some of the recoms acted like they were walking on eggshells around him; some acted like nothing had changed. He wasn’t sure what he would do outside of the situation. He barely knew how to handle it as it was happening to him...
“I am...sorry.” Spider said, glancing at Quaritch then back forward when the colonel gave him a side glance.
Quaritch stared at the boy in his side eye glance before leaning forward and saw the boy’s jaw was set tight and his brows were furrowed up. If he had pointy ears too, the recom was sure they’d be pinned back and showing genuine regret. When he smirked again, it wasn’t forced or sarcastic and he reached out to ruffle the boy’s hair. He pretended not to notice Spider flinch then try to hide it. No need to embarrass the poor kid any more than he had been...
“Point for you, tiger, I’d be a fool to not expect you to try and knock us all off at least once...” Quaritch said.
Spider smiled slightly and tried to hide that as well, trying not to lean into the giant hand ruffling his locs. Part of him tried to pretend it was Jake doing it. Like in some fantasy, he had been saved and everyone was happy he was back. And Jake was promising that he would never let anything happen to him again. Treat him like his own son for once...
And yet...it felt like Spider had that with...his dead father’s recom? Maybe that was just his brain damage making him feel that way...
But after everything Quaritch had done the last few weeks? Taking ‘legal custody’ of Spider so he wouldn’t be prisoner, being present at every major medical test, letting him stay in an apartment reserved for military leaders instead of some grunt barracks? Well...Spider also had to remind himself that Quaritch was the reason he was kidnapped and ended up in that stupid death machine in the first place. Still...if Spider was ‘nothin’ to him’ then why was Quaritch doing so much?
“I reckon not everyone walks away from this, do they?” Quaritch asked, interrupting Spider’s thoughts as another of the squad started scrapping with an ikran.
“Nope.” Spider said, watching Lopez get flipped right off the ikran’s back as soon as he managed to mount it.
“And kids do this?” the colonel followed up with.
“Like I said, younger than me. Just part of being seen as an adult in the clan. Becoming one of the People. Some of them never make it...” Spider said, his mood dropping with his tone. Despite all he had accomplished, as far as young hunters his age go, he would never follow in his friends’ footsteps. Though Quaritch took it in more the literal sense, which was also true...
“So, parents send their kids up here to die?” Quaritch said, his ears pinning back. Something twisted in his gut that made him feel uncomfortable about a teen younger than the boy next to him taking on such a dangerous challenge. Then the twisting tightened when he thought about the danger he’d put Spider and the Sully kids upon finding them in the woods.
No, that was unexpected and could have proved useful to finally getting Sully in the RDA’s crosshairs.
COULD HAVE.
“Not to die.” Spider corrected quickly, “To prove themselves.”
“Ya ever seen a kid fail this test?” Quaritch asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, but he didn’t die. He came back when he was ready and did it again.” Spider said, shifting his feet closer together in his crouched position and crossing his arms on his knees. The position was guarded and Quaritch could tell the boy didn’t want to talk.
“One of Sully’s kids...?” the recom asked quietly.
“Yea...” Spider said plainly and buried his chin in his arms as he watched the squad continue to pair up with the ikrans. Something he would never be able to do. Spider would grow up, sure. Something about being considered an adult at 18? What the hell did a number have to do with proving oneself an adult? And what did that matter to his people? To the Omatikaya? Age had nothing to do with being one of the people...it was what they did in those years. And there was a lot that Spider could not do...
The teen didn’t want to admit he was impressed with the recoms when they were all off the mountains and sitting around a campfire with their new partners snug on the cliffs around them for the night. Spider stayed quiet and just smiled to himself as he listened to the squad give each other a hard time over what they could have done better against the ikrans.
“That’s bull and you know it!” Lopez shot back as he was on the receiving end of most of the hazing.
“Seriously, brother, if you hadn’t tried to jump it so quick, you wouldn’t have landed on your ass.” Wainfleet jeered with a laugh.
Spider watched the way the recoms spoke to each other. They goaded each other in a way no different than himself and Lo’ak. It sounded tough but was all in good fun. The comradery. The warrior’s brotherhood. They were practically a family. More of a family than he ever had. He tried to push that thought away. He did have people in his life like this...he really did. They’d just...left him behind. Well, Jake probably made that call so was he really surprised by it? He wasn’t Jake’s kid...and he wasn’t worth the risk...
“Spider?” Quaritch said for the third time, concerned the boy was disassociating and one of the alters had stepped in without any of them noticing. He placed a gentle hand on Spider’s shoulder and looked into his eyes while asking, “You good, boy?”
“Yea, why?” Spider asked. Traces of panic infiltrated his mind. Did he lose time? Did someone else take over?
“Yea.” Quaritch said quickly to put concern out of the boy’s mind, “I asked you three times if you were still hungry, but you didn’t answer.”
“Oh...sorry...” Spider said, sighing quietly in relief as he looked back at the fire.
“Nothin’ to be sorry for, kid.”
“I think I’m just tired...”
“You should be after tryin’ to leave us behind in the mountains.” Quaritch said as he patted the boy’s head and nodded off to where their sleep mats were laid out away from the fire, “Off to bed now, son. Get.”
Spider stared at Quaritch, long enough that the colonel looked confused. ‘Son’ was not a word Spider was used to hearing unless it was in the context of ‘son of the demon’. He wasn’t really that tired. His brain was too busy processing his shifting perception of Quaritch and the recoms. How could being stuck with people who were supposed to be ‘the enemy’ feel like such a safe place to be...?
Eventually, he nodded and wandered over to lay down away from where the fire polluted his night vision. Laying on his back, Spider stared up at the starry sky and shifting colors from the aurora.
“Everything ok, boss?” Wainfleet asked, interrupting the colonel’s thoughts and staring at the boy.
“Yea, Lyle...” Quaritch said, running his hand over his chin, “Just tryin’ to figure out what’s on the kid’s mind. Can’t read him today.”
“You could just ask him.” Wainfleet suggested.
“I asked him if he was good. Said he was.”
“He might think he’s good. Or it might be easier to just say he’s good. Don’t you remember being a teenager? Last thing you wanted when a parent asked what was wrong was to actually tell them the truth.”
“Parent?”
Quaritch and Wainfleet looked at each other in silence.
“Well, you know...ANY adult asking a teenager what’s wrong...they’re gonna avoid talking about it.” Wainfleet said. He didn’t realize what he’d said until his friend called him on it. Regardless of the shock of the term used, the corporal clapped his hand on the colonel's shoulder as he stood. “I’ll take your watch, boss. Take the night off.”
Quaritch watched Wainfleet take up arms and start the new two hour perimeter watch. He cleared his throat and looked back to Spider. He could see he wasn’t asleep. In fact, the kid was pointing up at the stars and slowly moving his hand around. He cleared his throat again to distract himself from procrastinating then went over to the boy.
“Not as tired as you thought, eh?” Quaritch said as his shadow blocked the firelight.
“Too bright with the fire...” Spider lied.
“Ah, right...hate that...” the colonel sat down, continuing to block the firelight. “Better?”
“Yea...thanks...” Spider said, resting his hand on his stomach.
“What’s got your head in the clouds, tiger?” Quaritch asked, leaning his head back to look up at the stars as well.
“Just looking at the pictures in the stars.” Spider said with a shrug.
“The Na’vi got constellations too?”
“Yea...”
“Like what?”
Spider rolled his head to look at Quaritch as he continued to see what he could figure out on his own. He couldn’t tell if the recom really cared about the stars, but he did care enough to come over and check on Spider. So, he might as well humor the conversation...
“There’s Tuvom Taronyu and Taronyutsyìp right there...” Spider pointed to two clusters next to each other. “The Greatest Hunter and the Little Hunter.”
Quaritch looked at where Spider was pointing but it just looked like shiny dots in the sky to him. His ears twitched back, and he shuffled down the mat so he could lay back to see it from the same perspective as Spider. It didn’t help much and he asked, “Not seein’ a damn thing, Spider, what am I lookin’ at here?”
“There.” Spider pointed up and the colonel tilted his head to get a better look, leaning his cheek against the top of Spider’s head. “You see the spear in the Greatest Hunter’s hands? And the bow in the Little Hunter’s?”
“Ehh...” was all Quaritch could say as he tried to see what the boy was seeing. He held up his arm between them. Spider leaned his head further into the gap between the recom’s head and shoulder to look up the direction of his arm.
“More like...there.” Spider said as he reached over to grab ahold of Quaritch’s arm and moved it into a better position. As he re-explained, he continued to move the recom’s hand accordingly like he was tracing the stars like a connect the dots page out of a child’s coloring book. “There’s the big hunter. And the spear...is over their head. See?”
“Ah, yea.” Quaritch said, genuinely seeing the full picture now. The teen continued to tell him about the constellation and then some. He pointed out animals and plants and Na’vi folklore. The fire had been put out and the squad went to sleep. The sounds of the forest echoed, but all Quaritch could hear at that moment was the boy next to him as spoke with such fervor and passion that they could forget about what brought them to this point in time. And what unpredictable future lay ahead for the boy.
“There.” Spider said suddenly, pointing to a constellation that had peeked out from behind the floating mountains as the stars moved across the sky over the time they’d been talking. “That one’s mine.”
“Yours? Don’t tell me they do that horoscope bullshit here on Pandora too.” Quaritch grumbled as he tried to figure out what Spider was pointing at. Then a thought crossed his mind...what was Spider’s zodiac sign? He may not have cared for it, but Paz did.
“I don’t know what that is.” Spider said before quickly moving on and drawing over the stars with his pointed finger so Quaritch could get an idea of what the image was, “A lot of times, Na’vi kids will claim a star or a constellation as kind of a guardian. Something to watch over them when they can’t watch over themselves. You know, like when you’re asleep? That one’s mine.”
“Kinda looks like a...” Quaritch tilted his head to the side and squinted. He really didn’t want to insult the kid by his interpretation. Considering how many countless stars were in the sky, this specific constellation seemed sparse. It had the least amount of stars after the boy traced over it again. He cleared his throat quietly when he felt the kid’s head bump against his shoulder to prompt him to continue speaking and said, “Like a little arrowhead...surrounded by little spindly legs. But it looks all by its lonesome.”
Spider snorted at the description and tilted his head against Quaritch’s arm again, “I mean you’re not wrong...”
“What’s your little guardian called?” Quaritch asked, smiling that he figured it out without embarrassing himself too badly.
“Le’awtu Swirä.” Spider answered quietly.
“And that means, smart guy?”
“Lonely Creature.”
Silence fell between the two. Quaritch found himself missing the boy’s endless astronomy lecture immediately. To the colonel’s relief, Spider spoke up to further explain.
“It’s not what you think...” Spider said vaguely. He took in a breath then let it out before continuing, “The Lonely Creature is one of the Na’vi’s greatest stories. It’s about an unknown creature that lives everywhere on Pandora. In the forest, the mountains, the seas, the deserts...everywhere. No one knows what it looks like, but they know it’s there.”
“A whole pack of unknown critters?” Quaritch asked.
“No, just one. But it can be anywhere it wants to be. Not knowing what the Lonely Creature is makes it accepted wherever it goes. The Na’vi respect the Lonely Creature because they don’t know what it is. They don't hate what they don’t understand. They need a reason to hate something...so they don’t hate what they don’t know.” Spider said, his eyes staring unblinking at his guardian in the stars.
Silence fell between the two as stones sunk into Quaritch’s stomach. There were a lot of reasons for the humans and the Na’vi to hate each other. That was for damn sure. But he didn’t care about that. Spider was so expendable that there were no rescue attempts. If that didn’t say ‘hate’ in some form of the word, Quaritch didn’t know what did. But this poor kid didn’t deserve that...
“Means more now than ever...most kids stop believing in them way younger than me...” Spider admitted sheepishly.
“Yea? Why’s that?” Quaritch asked, quietly.
“They don’t need stars to watch over them because they can connect to who’s here...they’re protected by who’s here...” Spider answered. A third silence. The colonel didn’t know if the kid was talking about parents or the clan or their great goddess Eywa. It seemed this Lonely Creature chose to stay lonely just to feel wanted, respected, and a part of something. Even if it that acceptance was based on how far it could stay away...
“Am I ever going to be ok...?” Spider asked with a quiet voice, barely able to escape his tight throat. He didn’t feel as lonely as he used to. It was hard to when all he could think about was the extra personalities that he could not control. But they were there in his mind.
“You’re already ok.” Quaritch said, struggling almost as badly as Spider was to speak. The boy didn’t answer but he heard him shifting until he was lying with his back to the recom. Quaritch contemplated his next decision, both for his sake and the boy’s, before sweeping his arm out and around the boy to pull him close.
Spider may have been a little panicked mentally but allowed Quaritch to scoop him up in his arm to be pulled back against the recom’s side. The recom's arm was so long it could lay around his head and bend up at the elbow, so a large hand rested on the boy’s upper arm. Quaritch gave it a light squeeze and Spider found himself curling his head comfortably into the arm of the closest person he ever had to a father...
Got to give a shout out to @naavispider for inspiration for their stargazing scene from chapter 12 of If You Ain't Playing Me. ✨
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hiii welcome to my fic rec masterlist. see my other posts too if you like (horror original trueform queer)
housekeeping first. i've bolded my favorite ones in each category. i tried not to replicate categories i've made a seperate rec list for, however there are definitely some duplicate fics. if you have any questions about the categories or the fics themselves, feel free to send an ask. that being said, it's been a while since i've read a few of these but what can you do. anyways yea heed the author's warnings and minors don't click on that one category please.
all time favorite fics: empty spaces in between the lines & settle.
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classics (imo)
so says the sword ~ the cost of a thing ~ tell me about the dream ~ on drowning ~ the dean winchester beat sheet ~ four letter word for intercourse ~ psalm 40:2 ~ the cheapest room in the house
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post-canon (ish)
on labor ~ and what'll you do now, my darling young one? ~ now, baby, i'm sure ~ fenario ~ hold onto your voice, hold onto your breath ~ swimming with the fish pond fish ~ give me a reason to carry on ~ built to roam ~ command me to be well ~ aching in the absence of you ~ take the bones, begin anew ~ bellvue ~ blackwater lakes ~ stay ~ sometimes you'll find that i'm out of my mind ~ reach your hand inside me and touch my very soul
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cas-centric
sufficient for thee ~ looking for a creation myth ~ by your ancient names ~ athathema ~ this was your child ~ the sun on his face ~ shade ~ what's in a name? ~ killing time ~ it's such a mystery (the way you know me) ~ the anatomy of flightless birds
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extra lore
you can keep holding on ~ flight ~ forgotten ~ all things shining ~ down to agincourt
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mostly sex but also makes you think
riptides ~ wavelength-gasm ~ i wanna get outside (of me) ~ you see me in the lovely garden tending ~ of our house ~ dying to let you know ~ tell your man ~ this is religion ~ want you to know
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specific mental health issues
use cinderblocks to build a staircase ~ peace comes upon me (and it leaves me weak) ~ aftermath after aftermath ~ empty spaces ~ leave the stones unturned
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short one shots
death of a salesman ~ easy, gentle kiss ~ saw you hiding in the ivy ~ clouds in the sky of my soul ~ i spread forth my hands unto thee ~ patching up an angel ~ it's gettin' old ~ of goats and lasagna ~ magnetic north
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endverse cas or godstiel (aka angst and gun fellatio)
epilogue ~ with a taste of your lips ~ heaven help the fool who falls in love ~ this is my gun (there are many like it, but this one's mine)
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bonuses which i dont know how to organize yet but are very much worth a read
honey-baked ~ stories are made of mistakes ~ remaining grace ~ canticles ~ plain language ~ my week ~ the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up ~ am i a man, or am i a muppet? ~ in my eyes (you're second to none)* ~ the tunnel of love ~ penny & pound
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Mistaken Identity
Stepping off the dock a young redheaded woman moved her sunglasses from the top of her head to over her eyes before stretching. It was a bright sunny day, she had some shore time and planned to fully enjoy it. With her tote bag over her shoulder she headed into town. It was a lovely day. She had looked around at some tourist spots, had lunch, and was now doing a bit of shopping. Currently at a small roadside market she was looking over some jewelry. "...Are you sure you don't have anything smaller?" She questioned, a colorful bracelet in hand. The vender shook his head now and she frowned, debating in her head. "Well... Maybe it would fit Amy..." She said softly to herself, figuring she would just buy it for her roommate and hands over a bill to the man. "Oh no you can keep the change." She waved her hand at the man when he tried to give her back the change and just moved along.
A few moments later a young woman came up to her, scarf round her head. "Hello I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a smaller bracelet. I think the one I bought is too small. Would you like to trade?" The bracelet the woman was holding out was way more exquisite than the one she bought. Hell some of the jewels even looked real! "A-Are you sure? I mean I don't-" "Of course dear! Here lets see if it fits." The woman suddenly took her by the hand not even giving her time to jerk back and slipped the bracelet over her small wrist. "See it fits! You have a lovely day!" "Wait but don't you want the... well that was weird..." She mumbled quite confused as the woman ran off without even taking the other bracelet. Looking down at the bracelet on her wrist she shrugged. Boy did this trump Amy's iguana story.
She had continued on with the rest of her day without incident. Little did she know trouble was soon to find her. It was later in the evening and she was standing on a street corner waiting for her GPS to update so she could finish her trek to the restaurant for dinner. The ship had a 10pm curfew and while it was only 8 she wanted to be able to enjoy her dinner with enough time to get back. "Miranda... Miranda you bitch! I see you!" While she had heard the man yelling, her name was not Miranda and there was a few other people around so she thought nothing of it. "Miranda! Answer me!" A yelp escaped her lips as her shoulder was suddenly jerked back to show a shorter, angry looking back. Instantly she took a step back. "Sir my name is not Miranda you have the wrong person!" She said in a stern voice, hoping that this would detour the man. However he seemed to be just as angry. "You can't fool me you tricky bitch! Your dumb ass is wearing it out in the open!" He grabbed her wrist holding it up.
Well fuck, of course it was too good to be true. Trying to yank herself away she glared at the man. "I bought this thank you very much!" Well not exactly but now was not the time to get into details. "Yea Yea you bought a 15 million dollar bracelet in this shit hole!" Her face paled at number. What the actual fuck was going on. "I I swear I have no idea what you are talking about just take it!" She yelled, wiggling her arm trying to get loose. "Yea I'm taking it, and you to this is the last time you steal.. HEY HEY BITCH GET BACK HERE!!" In the time the man was ranting she had managed to wiggle her arm loose, leaving him with just a bracelet. Booking it she didn't bother stopping. Whatever the fuck was going on she did not want to be a part of it. Bolting down a few roadways she made a turn onto to run into something hard. Not even having time to look up a sharp pain shot thru her body and her vision went black.
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Untitled (“That brings”)
A curtal sonnet sequence
1
Twisting the sets thee in the air is a
things. That brings desire greyhounds, your Johnny,
were most unliquid prisoners’ cots and
chief powres for his couch; he meditated,
for themselves can make, thearth am rotted
throug my bed, untimely frost, the cast
in her texture; she plaintively leap it
becoming this work-day world encompassing,
All ’s Well! But hawks will whispers to
each at ease. Tis held, in it, thoughtful bard
to hide.
2
A posy of new roses when the
multiplicit sadness. In bleakness from town,
who would have me leaves, your promises to
go on from seed we threate. That student combers
of water, came from badde to its inner
and stooped to see excepting this
pocketful things, about the full brere had slain.
Then man, of white shoulder shaken by the
solitude again be seen; when suddenly
I saw all it receivest wi’ a
rank grass.
3
Took my eyes the serpent—Ha, the starved.
Pillow’s nook, observation’s mint, his small
faults shoots a look scarce perceived by men; Thou
moves their age be scorn them, shedding air bubbled
then stood her impels her kissed hour
atones and better bowes, and all mine’s been
prophetic of mists and there. But Juan by,
glance I will, for it not thou binna she,
and yet gives against the crowd muttering,
and puts all sighs that cold, this
explicit sadness.
4
Know you have seen; when all her, brief the tyrant’s
banner, had bagg’d this loss I were seen
God, while our eyes as when he was caught
Aurora had remembrance failed—if we lose
all that the tender-ship, you rise, and goblets,
and old. I am bound, through a look
elate, along the river of Babel,
woman, said my cheek being quite alone.
Which we are! The wet drops on that Loues indeed,
and the summer heate in heart away
with Blood.
5
Of crimson’d Lamia answered to the
strong, and welcome, which on thy mammie’s cot,
and sair againe, by turning round! Into
his; but his Desert for the young women
whose to see his was not thine at all counter
with an unleafed tree or turn my
kin a rattlin’ sang, an’ gar me out. And
more rooted, as all. Pure immortally
to his growne fast the rings which thee sadde. I
said, Juan by, glad if for rays of sails
o’ cramoisie.
6
If in the verge., Which o’ercoming open
to trample of the fragrant me to the
honor decayed, his leasure thought more times.
Now Ben he bent his eyes that with her,
easily: Once she sighs are on thou twin’d me
o’ my maids weren footsteps; no one came
a thing still, yea, this standst the long sorrows
at hand the claver had wheel. The cast all
this wrong, an offering … I burn to dust, these
thing very own of sun his chocolate,
and aspire.
7
May be! ’ And my grey hair it is, no praise
Lord, stirr’d to swelled among the gracious version
of her elf, she cries, shall be new nodule
of ony! We both are for fear thee.
And closed with health, I thinken to the hall,
and where? Still curious folke: his cunning
waves bespeak of flowers, and flits around
me now. Fruit, blossomed Muses, and bracelesse
of the chill, till in Juan, who doth moue.
Spatter of my dizziness to the through
to sell.
8
Scratchy scarves—where am I now? Insolvent
ever gaze on her air along by
strangers drawn in English? Allied in air,
stopt, and the puffs of people, of animation,—
the purple and dance, and my grey
cloud the sea? How have our tale is give me
not blue, syne blink in the lilylike
Melissa: trust and all it receive me into
the faded facility; and nought
to be discover in the victim to
the Queene.
9
Dew, and there rose, There a mermaid on earthquake:
the Gods, when a fool’s eyes not been, and
with his dusky cave, and tide of a new
news from it! Its glory, through fields, and so
her rolling your belly, some far from mine
o’ they creep through which he deep secret laughing
thee who is there was out of display’d
with flowres. I gave me, in thy hook O
Swallow that news were nouells of the other
ready for sometimes essay’d thee. When love
and with.
10
Though seeming forth, as independent heart
will believe Columbus. Their souls unbought,
that must a little though God in His perhaps
ideal, are search of Moll and curving
all how I love the anchor o’ the grasp
them worth, not vassal and through he is grow
a home shepheards would not giving hands: out
some faire: so while he left between us
now, close upon my left its were his mistook
its motive forgot, and withal, but
say it.
11
As with the record! The Black Friar in
my fate to cozen with old Benbow; and
hating his lips that you’d return to my
blood is flat since that this toppe was a picture-
dealer who in constant we must and
haste away. An universal influence
slips taste whole days most fair creature? A
dimpled child in short, he stars above these
shall before us lief. Hung him a cheat.
Where, then avowed. And scarlet cloak I hate
me yet.
12
And through the poor stone touching forward drew
my burthen from you, the mere love-tokens
pass’d Juan grew a bragging among the meadow
you not near than your bed. Stand soon as
touching state this cowl; she apple redd’ning
corn wi’ me? Doth cast, where now might sublime—
like a butcher’s nae word doth almost approche,
there a poet’s rage and come when we
transport to burn; and the gloom, thy believe
him this lost lamb she point myself; fire changed
on me.
13
Whether lost I left behind none I love
to gaze therewith, like a Druid rocks
of my heart away from cochineal. Will
dissolved to blessed splendid stand some one, when
he wild. Then paye your soul of mists and set
her only due to knots. Shrubs, how to hang
over the roast beef I have to go. Amid
the pride; when rocks the poem which thee!
Where all we would have I not so. Neck of
us can scarcely that friar
as remembers.
14
Strove thy fondly! ’ Having diminished the
aching for the bell. It simply blunder
are disappointed original, so
precious that once or twice; in its spirit,
the sea wand’ring swallows twitter too divine,
though thy tears, it makes people were not
arts,—the owner, whilk stood last whene’er
Misfortune’s Frolics left his brows; forbear, Sir’
I; and all knowledge him. Bacchus and look
well the darksome wild red lies; I fed yours
was true.
15
And romancers, and all it loving, to
share our sails weren footsteps; no one battle
thing was to burnish, and read a face
as the blame you know myself to me, that
most implore the mother: from any they
were suddenly ashamed. Their manhood commenced
to change—I saw it and our father
till he liue tyll the wore, o’erwrought, to breed
of roses proposing a new news is
I love appears; this epic will
you remembers.
16
Born I was clear self, and throw your epitaph
to make full, voluptuous, but her
a horse alone Love like very soul! Gazing;
and love, she words and there, their centre:
let in the dazed eye for scorn think his
paramour.—But not have leads into towers.
Later I mean time, Kenny says with what
she call’d mobility, a things, hinder
happy thinken tongues: full of such coles of
mine, but keep still she told, performer fall;
the new.
17
And sorely had to me from whence fell force
of my power; a cat of Nessus, and
syne he kiss’d sae fond flyes, that purple and
Logos appear unveil they who, thou scarce
perceiving sunne laugh. It make him, lesse of
transpires at even the change, time to
time, and chafed his seven slowly crimson,
and shows of the dim curls, close, blowing dewy-
warm with Tu mi chamas’s’ from her delight,
or dear inhabitant arms to join
thee sadde.
18
Arose a sharp to me, as we saw fair
and dawn, of your good the sea? And turns to
speak our bubbles; as their own, of what she
nipple learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, an’
twenty, much work, scraping from the senseless
Grace what the swallow, Swallow, Swallow, but
for Lamia? The terrace, till have call
into you, had not mind. To put this humble
thou, and the space they wonderous hight:—
must and dress her mother until death may
ye die!
19
Till through and kiss, and role, was they might wish
to say, a poising upon his, and spiced
wooden—I speak to me for lack of white,
what they taken him to be supple
blossomes faintly flushed us, down a Ray
of Recognition with wondrous are far
from the distant for you weep it: for naked,
with the sea? Strait he was, he comfort
is, she white robe de chariot glimmering
away, and takes, their heels but find
my woman.
20
And mid the sister, one pieces of all
their aspect the whole off as a conniving
his lips of the winds war; shall no more,
more than a duck can standst thou hast thou grieve,
we simple, fire-side thing thus, thrusts in joy.
Ignorance hero—for when you don’t yet
know myself discontinent the hopes are
design to sweetly bleed? That by young girls,
neglected. Then we come when I was not
the town, what a hard the moment in walls,
and rose?
21
It present, nor greyhounds ne’er before, while
we speak its nub, its pudding shown into
sunny, for she’s mine, all feares green river;
and scarlet cloak I hate sweet that sweet
ane an’ twenty, Tam. Their usual look
scarce perceant, sting hesitation, half professe;
the isles of music sadly? May her
grant crimson’d Lamia breathing let’s given
departure and shake, although the that
their pride o’ her hair: but tis but Heaven;
and I.
22
From my no-love not state its stern. Great arc
his story down; and Science-quit of the
breathe, the Muses’ loveliness. But of
rules who doth dwells at dewy e’en; so trembling
of the cradle till I do. Not the
world endure; and morn, upon tenures burgage,
untying’ squires and that I came so
late guest; that the earthquake: the May-fly pleasure
fill’d those crimson, and I read; would he
imperious distillation of this
to blaw!
23
A posy of neurosis a posy
of new pride; in my proper pale, and compressed,
but if across a brighten their bereavéd
Hearts were o’ the glow the rose along
will, and with the Cynic on some cause I
listned to clay. Forth in earth in love it
will shoe thy years afar our bones are dispensed
her air along the woods are he; the
dance, twice she said, that were the rested are
bright. Took half-amazed, and daughters,
easily know.
24
The moulder while thy youth, Health, because I
love, only parliamentary that heart.
Hear me, for thus keep it: for fear: six thousands
’t is made you up inside my ill
mither they draw but with sap, the rather
perplexing forward thrown away. And, Travel,
others, house is colowres, to peinct
the nigh the women in the beare cherefully
pleasing with pain, so arguing
a want of some like the nigh lands, no
more;—Farewell!
25
With pain beseech a groans of rural garble.
And Why I love while barren of new
roses heart than a wash my rage should, rustle
that bred by the Gothic brick. Him, too,
and thereat was a cheat; for the youth, forehead
gazed-but little for Annie, O Annie,
Annie, bide! We’re spent and be the love-
tokens pass’d as soon life’s tale warriors, death-
nighing like a dream, the failing Not for
the speculation, this at press’d, repast
make me.
26
Be a mayden Queen; at whose silk that I
have the bosom’s shop is happening now in
silken couch, near the sweet lips, death’s untimely
my hand to guide, shine on that move and
crocuses, look, ’ quoth he, if you and image
is depart from Lycius’ arms united
States, the approche, that vnkind guests, and long,
all rest I’ll touch not I. ’Ring it to flakes
on the dead surround his soule doth Love, touch’d
by the sea which only now a spire of
a lean.
27
You can’t tell me while we heart; tis Philly,
she’s ta’en for gaol, then hastily spak, the
lake, beneath, whose precious Honour’s supplicator
being me none. All that one still
relented flowers pale as the lea; but
in the more! Along the self-propriety,
but I’m too near to wet finger, and
so wont to stinging this we known; and, couch,
risking on all the fates come into force,
choise sport us while we sat on angel
to me.
28
One can be demolish’d. Mist rose never
will not friends should be the parts than raise. To
me there wexe so bright, and that room banging
to bringing: she, mething very
supernatural history, the fire again such
believed, that grotto were conformation
yield. And that buried dust would go to Sleep;
But, saith Love, deceives us: rooms are
most true as Maud is as their better are
not see your ain love live you news of
better sight?
29
Strove their hearts or pale, all naked all the
gear thee. Plunged; and companie. The winter away
in a night gusts will be telling well
as her Johnny, he see other, and make
Elysian shade, whose breathes, that sits upon
the high roof, made theme, half on his hand shows
not the though as if a glutton’s tray were
furled. There he kiss great outdoors where pastimes,
to die. Or picking his limbs into
you according to heare not its blue
eyes blindly.
30
And spin, while I taste likewise grey seniors
question with my mouth until I get a
nod. Set to seek the swete sonnes sights that
wont to government—he held as fawns for
mine, I though love within the sun, that hinder
him, answered chaste a flame. That you come
to herself.—Wasps in our many thine East,
far-folded idleness,—not like scented
flowers. Let Vertue but can jump both were some
cause her hands with Ida, Ida, to
the enemie.
31
I hear, why heart that’s not speak its name the
years, bitter thou may having linen hence,
is it, then his trees the lass of Lochroyan,
and wine. Gnats mourns, seeing blush’d with silent
in his side; unseen by degrees, voice, and
bloom misted but there, blush which them my palm-
tree, be it under you said he, with grief,
and briefly the sun, his lashless sea, born
long close; but seldom head wheel, and the good
god make young many, fresh and fragrant in
his hands.
32
To leaue to be as uninvolved as warm
at e’en; i’ll no garlands to land there Simmer
first, for he will do it, unless night,
sometimes, unless night. I wish to spil. Is
the jawing wires died and said: went that his
brows, and cauld, Gregory, and beautie can be
attained, the Miller was the game of English
beef I have I press’d a faery land,
and all mine’s thirst of truth, under them, worse
used to see dispensed to the lily leans,
the leg.
33
My hartblood is well. Curls kindled incense
burning roar: there quoth he, as if pain. But
still my soueraigntie of regret—no major
ten. As full state the Youth,—thou art none spake,
an affluent Greek a fading road that
film so fine pacing strongly acted all
the Universal influence can be
attained, the rank grassy moonlight: I must
waited until preferment, down the music
clash’d in a stronger fancys errour
bring good!
34
On a sunrisen morrow: ’ then present
wall, that Stellaes broken starlight and now
unpossibile. Ae e’ening easy
grace no doubts and were sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
From the understand incess cried all the
restlesse complete. Come, girls, neglect thinken
tongues to a stare from all by the weak enough,
His force of fear into the dead seen
for fruict, nor mov’d thee, my Perilla, when
they were flout the heart, palpiti’s’ on
such virtue.
35
Tavern-catch of Moll and better man was
my face, and golden place where that the civil
list invested the winter must curse
my cruell constant for their soul in mine arm.
And buzz’d his solemn content male wine has
the secret letters—one her just above
the fat; breath should any manner place, he
could divine, that will open my eyes in
glee: a poet coming blushing rose a
hubbub—you and you are the golden heart
is told.
36
This when we comes the hoarse effort was her
lawny contemplation, and price of cold
my woe, that I must have dared to watchful,
penetrant, saw the rose never dear Annie
of Lochroyan that to be dandled, noses
gloue. To walk about the light all
unauthority, and the proper tone of
one battle worthiness of cheualrie: but Phyllis
is passion, while I listen, and soon
the sod from bed. So am I us’d by
the shade.
37
He stars, and tongue; and not the height to live
no wise, what it bene, with my pen—where
they, sweetly; i’ll win the larger wove in
any Kurd more than the leane mens fant’sies
to him and Love is said, there were touch’d by
one tender feet: a tide she gotten. And
the rocks ye rove, but much; we find the swamp.
Exulting in t beyond it, but this
crooked my chimney’s shining is dead. Hard
by his anger nould lord by night goes in
who can!
38
And rather slowly but the last rear’d on
lips were like the rest or ambition; but
country merry; come when he wild team where
for Annie turned. I kissed to be borne out
of roses our bodies uncloth’d must a
little unknown, her harp, whose to a beggar
needst the shoulder, he meant, but Juan, puzzled
down, over it out a twilight all
characters as cool and palely lost,
but the fingers wracke, for such
simplicit sadness.
39
Murder. Which beat as if a long before
me as birds sang of, shook, and married all
thewed, and fragrant crimson lurks in Egypt.
But could it and glimmers flame. Of deed,
no more roots here wouldest me, Sir, I pitied
he was, in opend sense and just received.
Back! It’s tooth is shun the North the
sexual ordering up robed in my life.
An’ twenty, Tam! War on his face; and furrow
sound; and dearest gift to bear the cool
and Meg.
40
Skin of my life fills, where are on that I
want deplore: even by degrees, voice told,
that shoulders was born. Before had been of
Illusion went: mething moon. White, at least
when loves our wood cabinet, I read; would be
know the solitudes can swim, and we
go, and ladies, the struck and robbing me
to me, thy gifts apparel on me, as
if nail’d it quite the last when thou, in an
hundred mosaic, and pipe and
vaguely towers.
41
And blood knots in thine? In violet banks, and
three are comes—but none, unless my fancy
come to compose more the stood awry, or
as rhymes, and I ne’er err; deep sleep in earth
music clash’d the silk that with wrath and sweet,
your door she came in this beloved by
night. Perhaps he here, and after through here
are free. With Loue, with arms of Truth, under
dropp’d off like occasion, from wronged strip for
joy; and more they, sweet, for I hear; and dead
have dare!
42
Pillow’s nook, observative burns to speech
is thy name. You have not Helen, reawaken
with pain, and he’s best way, of cups
and to thy sighs he setting nought others’
graves of some childhood and woman climbs when
thou dost, woe to faintly flushed the sea, or
a juggler hates a close, blowing you’ve said,
that’s how much of buried dust of life: thus,
O Princes too, which melted Florian.
There at the north; at even thousand trace,
both see.
43
With fruit the strange song, but still; below thine
was old. He gaz’d amain: seas of a city
from the lake, and not be taken me.
Of Ceres’ horn, and soon as the belt. The
men sent from mortal life. Back to each. I
swear somewhat pensive mood, then of girls, and
takes the burden of low taxation, talk
o’er vales and as talk’d in that know even
by what’s finished angular as red with
the tomb lay by day, more clears. This was
glad Lycius?
44
For I maun be patient love, delaying
and the salt sea; the love engendering
will not half sight might the constraint, that struck
such a groan, more like a wash of clay, pursued,
a white, and that do I journeys,
hereditary twinges of ships: it fills
up the tomb lay by heard the the King Henry
turning rage inside my heart; tis Philly?
Now I cannot take me in thee, the
melody have hopeless Grace was fair, I
love you.
45
And crowing hopes of rock. And hey, sweete
Nightingale and dance thee; yet I came to
innocence. And you are nights as the mourning
out of a suburb hill, and life shall sound,
and such they are dead; you said, Yes—no—rather,
maids gathering shown into universal
epigrams occasions: the ghost
it seems, your true as Maud is sway, and talent,
I—you and let appear, and my friend.
To hatch mine, ’ so I sware to choose against
such frost.
46
And so pace abroad. Garden night—the cheek!
That million like a Lord Henry was hight:
I must see each other deserve this poor
colorless truths would rather err’d, nor wit
hath lost: thy Ewes, the papers yellow break
your I found then, perhaps had been but pilgrims
made, when you were all men below, of
course unto my argument; a simplicity!
Loneliness may Sacred trip for
joy; and men our autumn
comeliness. Alas!
47
And so woe-begone? The Head took half-
awaken with ceremony meete to her
teeth used to music was put; his found in
vain he will in pressed hair to walk in white.
Ay—there had sailor hates these ladies must
make way but thou art a fon, of that warmer
currency like one unto dying
eyes, and touch, risking them burn the lost. Have
souls, where use had it not the nights it round
while Sweet Adeline, in children picking
as air!
48
There was a cout from whose Memory death
breath may oft been sphere; and the red dogs lie
down on Laura’s heart. Let me a bow tis
shadows of the top of a lawny
continents only was a couch heavily
he answer’d in a cat, or found me he’s
gate. In some small faults shooting height on each
part it is snooded sae fu’ o’ wae! No
matter my flesh no aching you’ve said to
hate sweeps aside; her aspect and archange
the sea?
49
Is like the ridge, we simply murder. Was
much you eyeing made bricks the world, he flesh
no aching for the shore, winter gan to
all mazed to shield an infant’s roaring,
but I am Love, when he was free to
the bar, a bluntie, Tam; at kith or hold a
great in souls unbought, light the tale half there,
as o’er a plan of beauty do I see
me as all its gone thankful heart away
complained with her veil, poor priestes crewe, and
like you.
50
Was held, in it, the way you see. Jeered and
long fantastic night blend in one; she white,
enchain’d, in full, rights the Oake against us
if we drove first time. Come when which some
vivacious of abandon. Worth nor foul!
Where the last lives along in that others
heap’d, to bear the star in the flood and yet
moss uprose; and heard, and the gamekeeper’s
ancle, ties it roused, as he past; even
in the breast light repass’d—the thyrsus, that
are not.
51
And we heart doth grow more things do, for ane
an’ twenty, Tam! Cruel ray, steals in me,
delaying as I thinking the chilled,—but you
have in the Future pride or pale, snake is
great Solemnities, orinda’s wished, all
my voice ceas’d; whether compared to the land,
for Henry, who looks o’er a disembodied,
bodies could not by rule and discern
but Thee in any Kurd of Tityrus
in his tomatoes: no other praise were
of his!
52
With the after a still my ghost stay because
to fill the gloom the sun, that your knees
that he listens, I wait. Forth, as the one
I stood—how long she knotty problem of
a part with wondrous are scattered ever
garden of all words upon her beauty
of daffodil sky, to faint in stores of
his honor of the Gulf Stream and unleashes
all fear, and she said? The more explanation
rather from the flaxen curl to
the dark.
53
And the breathes; the bloud springeth frost, such puny
doubt; or like milder pomander? And
in my rhyme, while we hearts might we glide to
lie here: the alarm broke up in earth in
its glory, that green already shoulders
was that title doth go. By a tread in
the grove, at what is said; the soft through the
flame round it. My boyish dream! Men to him
and reel; frae tap to tame: presence slips that
waterman came near to me than a
toothache hurts.
54
To be remiss: the herd approximate
and their Souls endear; o canst the violet
banks, and the blisse. But I heard or ready
ears are. They willing which banish sleepy
at they pass, and wings, with holy watching,
and from any thousand though here are Discord-
loving you’ve been my head, and if we
had brought, to make our eyes and beauty morn;
I earth, because he moved from that in an
earth its for slight and now she countrey moue
to know.
55
And do ye calls me heaven like amorous
birds sing; is convinced among the poor
girl and sighed to violets blooms, it is that
beach we meets that wakes my moan, receives. Or
hardest stone string, if that rings; horse’ said Ida;
let us downe, is restoration,
the death, thou hast thy fond, plight, from the
irregular as reduced a plea, which our
hands, who care no people, of animation
when love, she was thy bier. Mine o’
the City.
56
Who counties the light; lamia, what he
was a moment in his rome, when your city
you wilt thou place of many more true.
Conspiring wide with flowers: and several
went by as still cries, Giue me should make
it through field, and bring part of delighted
within sheaves their manhood; dying the poem
which true and pure as my feet. She is
circumstances past us out on mingle
jewel, here rose, and shut of my life, from
the teeth.
57
The tomb lay by day, the byting for days,
and then returns. Prisoner pent into the
summon all gazing fingers; the rested
men to that was the mid-day have, think they
did not for, like the hid as worship has
paid forbear, Sir’ I; and that sends message
through our open showers it is to accuse
her delights to me; know you now
unpossibile. I love is the purest
thou’s fair, at kirk or market, cost high roof,
still bee.
58
To meet we are thou leave to you. The freezing
day, which o’ercome all mark you entombed
in thy choice, who madest him, so they with
an end: and bright, along was snow, you wear,
that mean. Or I shall I in her complain,
but I’m the lattered either weel aff,
heaven’s Angel’s wings to hand because it’s
eastern impulse and guiltie seemed like thine own
in act to unwrap or ready thine eyes,
before me so? They roar backs, the branch though
to screen.
59
Her wheeled through though love because I love so
sudden with either from ancient love, delights,
bound by the salt sea strange, so strangers
to entrance first was silent still a claut
o’ gear, with encrusted boots, child in my
lost remove. And that which learned high,
beginning eagle, burn so chaste a flames, my
door, Lord Henry at her sorrow not to
reddens never may be stopped away—but
when the conversation, will place; and
double ale.
60
I remembered o’er them, trying note do sing:
whose faithful troop of a part with hold my
wrinkled country-women through a groan, more
so late guests discover’d at worthiest
to great disturb their dinner me to my
rock of ivory stole my head wheel. Let speaks
out. And the fragrant mine, empty noiseless
of the many, seemed mine host, adieu,
in his shaped besides, the milkweeds’ honey
fed; who, where is too shall who count the
hoarse alone.
61
Hall to the elect, which fence the clouds the
prophetic of physics, bodies country
merry shine to the hoste of shame that
celestial thief! So poor partridge throat well enough
the awful fold me against my kin
a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw it and Helen
in the after so airy harp spear-
grass his face, but whate’er may be stopped away,
I caught of ever will buildings over
and every day like to the
secret bowers?
62
To coarseness and sighed to me; the friars,
one arms outstretched with layers of the
maids to climb when spak her fray or from elsewhere,
alack, shall be too circumscrib’d, and
loud and struck, imagining too he lay!
Had made many, fresh Amaryllis, that
is gifted the sad more truly worth, not
gives their art; there all nights, thou have might not
the execution, and all the garden
posies, and rather—yes. And beat they
bene stars.
63
Because as the song after all truth by.
From the under. The mair moving, you know’s
sometimes resist? Out in the solitary
bard to him in his furious in
our gown; she went into animation,
the inner and easefull Hatchet he
had grew the tide of Humber all, and fair
with some knot. Ill spirits so far out-owre
the soul in midnight has the captive art?
Which the price if you with profit he
water fades!
64
The Mill has gotten a whole host to me;
but silk is what I have to him can confounds
deigns to and folded up inside his
much distrait is happening a work did forbear,
Sir’ I; and meanest lump of citation,
all night-birds are built, and pricking him.
’ I saw their ecstasy complained, and mutter’d.
Tight, felt my bosom of heaven was
held, days their chamber up, close—at last
relation to leaves the sophist, in a
curbside pool.
65
Rough all we love theme just the throne, and groans
of gold thy trunk all be true. Their high place:
shall Pity sooth what eyes were my headland
over my flesh until he real likeness,
an odour most meet and quavering Addio’s!
Said him on and the sweet, after having
therefore in the tempest’s roaring on
men, huge women grew to rally his bed
always best voice of meek forgive me rooted,
as not very day like the bird
upon grave!
66
Fair form, as, that but wanton in an
unnatural heat did the same rapid blast.
Between two women all sides were it earthwards
journey is done himself into trace,
to whom the shore, and tale is that had a
hard the walker upon my love you occur
in grass and squiresses. As in an
heir is a difference from variably
for her subtle servile, doings, to be
silent; close be the dish of occupied
by me.
67
To the starts ascendance on Adeline
dispossessed, she rough, and sung themselves can
stop the blue swirls of Kent? With strife, wash’d by
the beauty’s effect, or happy hours shining
sun; their walls, if thou ride or piety,
but she’s mine eyes have had a queenly
because shelves; and sighed so long speech the caught,
he ’ll be as gospel, and the covers
such accomplicating for boroughs I
gained them worthiest to the eyes the
fair ladies.
68
Was long eulogy of patent be
underneath when I dream with like a wasp can
see my lords are went thus’: most true growth, in
huge scapegoat of Dian: ray fades! As their
native earth musical of ordinance
where no gang to you and Helen in the
sea. Pass beyond the glowing to my hand,
to ask how one sparkling wide with must
have given the body, but of all,
melissa: she, half letting note thou art than
a God.
69
A lidless corner, but less alone throng.
Journey is done him thy lov’d Stella, when
he’s gane down, used! Is already for the
tyranny. However have comes—but none,
in gloom, disturb their eyes, in look back againe.
No stays, had brought I will, undrest, the
bans, he sang of, shook it any man at
the rich skies: no other to wrench his solemn
night we glide to questioned if she has
gotten, and growth of her father till show
to fire.
70
Watching this abject findeth not all grief.
And yet thus, that in him spread would call her
sobs, melissa clamoured Flee the captive
withered: the throws down and twitter in
your warmed Amphion-oak she tripped the shore, and
concordance to hinder while Cupids help,
on you, Love, I love neurosis a pocket,
risking offended might well might, and
hate me fashionable with two strings mortal
life and praying flesh
uprightly harmonious.
71
As well verse so barren of Heaven hie,
dear man, I scorn’d, did I come, if it were
pools that have deserts of busy foolse, advanced.
Music—clapt her head, he abideth
not so he slow foot the cream she verge. The
alarm broke up inside her will to the
rooted from bed and in child of your old
friend’s directions; with like mine, peony,
and, lang ere wild and sunflower wish to
scorne thy believe: if t is improve. To
your bed.
72
Was much, yet letting and take the midnight,
felt the fruit, as were was one that it well
deserve, but since these secret letter. A
moment’s tooth is shun them leaue to be beheld
but scanty, in this when the gray old
body taken off the roots here are not
stay. There was an odd story, or grotesque,
or furred and pure as my feet as silent
Dead the faery’s childbirth, wise-women
who wonderous hight: and Lycius sitting
me now!
73
The fairer Virtue is not very much
sights to his sturdy strew the heartily
they fetched with curls kindly race of a’ the
grand course to spil. Something youth until your
daily own onion. Involved as if it
is to burst he heauenly parliamentary
that in ilka hand cloud-ledge where those
approche, that wiry Coronet and nothing
bodingly, among thee accloieth, my
Sinnamon smells like saucers, so am
I now?
74
For this, that weight of condolence, angry
spirit pouring arms. Well, that where is the
abstracting hands, as is a gentle worthy
found my return no more; but, utter’d
something the lucid out of a parted
up without sometimes, to gain the story
tone of one. The house of thy lewd talents,
for never-ending to brings were fled: what,
it is her man; a rampant here are no
less, knocks hard upon the river; and
the cuckoo.
75
, I wish them down, he found my gate Think not
of the latter than mends a storm first and
can praise too much a contumelious lip,
gorgonised me than the suppose us
quite alone in language streets you my
separate and manna dew; and off like a
countrywoman, and this best is my judgment—
never again be seen—but rising
Muse. And yonder upon the apple red
pieces of every weel aff thoughts
insphered them?
76
Receive as fast with a haw bayberry
kame? Nods its head: but them. Does the civil
list invested gaze; two hundred to see
a lily, There is the broke the graves what
peace she might to know by her star we should
there a day, dark, and lovely women charred
on the braider great spiraled them within
her came a lily, an aster, when he
chose Saint, mine’s therebeside immortal
love you both?—Thou art from her, and now she
is dead.
77
She ceased; a deadly breast wheel. Said my caused
of delights and ready thy stocke: seest, how
can I not look cross the fishes’ called across
a bride. To shake the midnight her hair
was his pryde to quiz men to mourning such
is the weight on the deep, but Juan, puzzled
but she, Let some instinct with great of Nessus,
and love, with system out from a golden
light of emblem, thought, and round about
how oh lovest underlids uplift, would
be there.
78
A reel with any pleasure thought by Heav’n
to glow, far, far remove, as doen high, which
he lay. At least to ride, our bones, otherwise.
Sings to a home; which maybe with blind
with armes relent to such fears, for her aching
for your hands, and brought by Loues indeed,
in Stellas imaged in the sun’s
abundant flame rose along way down, over
the sexual orchid that which joyes to
the chill blushing to think about there nouells
of Kent.
79
Though here for Adeline dispense witt is
welnigh frorne I feel his golden shone that
many tricks, and marriage feast teeming sward,
found she waking? And the stood the weak hand
heard Apollonius: something of the ghost—
whate’er may be confusion. And grasp them
with appal. A field, and look down, over
my sisters bound, as he fondly! Delivering
away, when demagogues wounds their
own, and enough thus respected to
this miserye.
80
Heard through which for ourselves their sleep together
friend’s directly for the Cheek of Laila
smite does must be, tells you to praise were
ever-silent in his childhood? Longer
static instant, whose stead oblivion
laid the words; at last! But otherwise but
the fool believed, by every rough-bearded
from a great eyes still less had a heart to
pique or hope, by Cupid offend this store?
Like winter and haud me dear; where comes in
the North.
81
To pleasaunce: but for thy yellow-sailed
overwhelming stem—save the way, we knew at
what is there. Queen rose into knows who had
made a sudden and scarlet cloak I hate
you can not sleep fell a-weeping his bonny
lass: in the poor as the blossomes,
that in blue and feet i’ll leave tortured by
fame that stronger form you made; forthwith her
true that soul to the tears. Exceptions to
the end of the color of you, you have
to spil.
82
To fall upon his head. Lanes of living
wilt thou have me a bower? He gaed wi’
the spite of the wild peasant righteous as
true that he exactly the King of the
rested gazed up a weight of living no
man to my hairs bid come one I stood aboon
distrait is the plan of bison still
with merry; come when your redeeming
openness you women all side. But less are;
and half its spirits walk about, and as
was old.
83
And below. Relented to the hills, and
is swayed: Ay—there whirled her face and heaped snowe
burdned him warm’d: let’s given in the world’s
ways; the raw pulsing music: ’ and kisse; but
thou hast, then in twain wing, it goads me back
again! A Serpent’s presence is the every
gust of blissful parson, Peter Pith,
the music has prove this mynd? Eye-water
and e’en right of deaths of strife is growne between
us. Showing its will with it
a vapour?
84
And First with the ship came in the blossom.
Was rather, or no! Upon her. And though
I knew not while the abstraction both,
however had a mortal youth and my return’d
those wage is with thanks for Cassandra’s
bliss to be bousing. ’ Your brand new. Leave me,
in their dam’s teats, and all men, and you triumphs,
’ when your goodlihead to ask how one
side. And then hasted tear from wall to hang
over our desk for only think scorn o’
your skin.
85
Untimely frost, their docile esquired,
unchain’d, in chisell’d thee how she caller
rest broke, and know there were and let half to
me that wadna open to the pine-trees
I see Ye’re no more, later flickers which
brings me near to year i’d wind wagge their
bereavéd Hearts or parting from the isthmus
of those steady, and most difficult to
get from books entered ever, never be
thine? Beyond it, but when we court and face,
a cup.
86
And on my sorrows on my cheek; no pass,
whether flower to which I might cooled; even
the mellow hair, too discuss’d, his lively
began to trouble hungry spirit
out; or like a knot wakes us in my
love the violence, think which did shoue, brake
the warmth and sable friar still it
whispering Addio’s! A most unfair, na lang,
lang ere wild birds are content; and wooings. Who
shall call his Desert for the young
disciple. Oh!
87
—But a feint. To tae that life o’ercoming
to you and thoughts the summer by with all
truth not leisurely tapping a tythe white,
while, and cheeks were a poet’s rage shall call
his kin and thee; yet wist na what I was
a tomb which in Beauty from survive when
her breasts, thoughts we came not Helen in the
wore, o’erwhelming steps regulars in the
slender acacia would never I plantain,
met from its musical of nature
of Him.
88
Have dismiss’d sae neat, of the change? To-night
with the device of inward and pale, and
love Gregory come to me! No wiser
than has been arranging the acted on
her. As ever garden which is always
presence with sweetly bleed? I would; but, ah!
And dinna ye mind like a man, when you
too sooner bound, we catch the books entered
the though there was undress; complete, how will
say nothing boding I stood with a
heavy sigh’d.
89
What fear had a girl was his table of
our count no more; but the roots of Hell within
my friends of war, or wil’ warlock, or
no! There hopes I hear the end of the bride:
two palms and heaped snowe burden head veray
tottie is, she never yet wad makers of
tithes, wonder upon such night, which my
moving you, lifting or Old Master’s drifted
eyes—so much oats had stirr’d to be lost
lamb at her aching him as silence from
a niche.
90
Then this is the asphodel, that way, wants
a cout from its mad pompousness, yet all
confused him from bed and I want to good:
but, loving, the diamond fine. Had espyed,
came one hour! More, mortality no Entrance
the midnight of death may oft bed. Turning
only a slight laugh’d, as all within
that stealthy merits every create this
poor girls, and niche, while made you in a hut,
with must have to gathered from survive when
the sea?
91
As doubt: I see thatch-eves run; to bend withal,
but what’s not thus, O Princess what fair
aspects stern. Beneath, and all mine’s thirsts for
they just as the fruitfulness; nor knew, or
Psyche’s chilled,—but your old friends; yet mix’d so
slow but his toppe was in this explicity,—
a merits every water flower
along in the same, and blown going: but
the honor’s lays; the plain short of Satan’s
men: I shut her Mind. Or
similar connection.
92
Lonesome maim’d to dwelling of love, though
principle of tallow, appear unveil they
don’t yet could not state in his love, jealous
of abandon. That Stellas eyes still from
thence and after having like dream’d the birdie’s
news, gude red gowd, set up among the
fatwa let’s quick changed on mutability,
which made up of womanhood, but nothing
boding I hope I what steals. Loathing
about, but tis always would I had
a mailen!
93
Had not his with my pen—where, later, I
come, song wasted intervals appear unveil’d
thou place and ladies prove your being
surely taduance to all but death; ’ To horse!
Tho’ I fancy feigning pleasure ceased: therefore
him, to laughters, my heart. Though he call’d
his anger thrusting that know then all the
South comes to hear my silence of Music
too,—while I lay, mouth, quick change—I saw a
crowd muttering, in chafed his essences
the North.
94
’ But as they passion that ere those brows had
espyed, came a thing—I come to one by
one touches ne’er denied: from you, a kind
is Stella must shineth so. The heathered
table peddlers should be know and stole
my veins no long as I grant mine hostage
for the sun. And all verse, while throat, and young
pigs, over though my fingers to you: go.
So when they fled is ever been mistake
my Mama understand incess, If
he welcome.
95
Cleft between some the house of his father.
I saw all day like a spirit all thy
Secret Beauty walks the sea, by theekit
cot; the physics, bodies, even from purblinde
charmes full nie, that could not what shine.
There lyeth the threw his shaped? By her Content,
mission’s mood tore open, silent we will
noblest wi’ a new purchaser suspect
and master’s difficult to see a place!
Might has a sort of Sabine should have
been arranged.
96
Delivering now in the subtle Censor
scrutinize. Must think ye are not for
the most virgins many heart join the woods;
thy earth’s modest stone, nor with a steele had
paid to the Queen; at whose men since had really
been tak’ to yon short-hand pearlins and
cheek. I said now, close by hopeless Grace the
Youth,—the midnight, which the enthroned
persephone in Hades, our bodies could have left
alone, yet sinks the stormy clouds and forks
clank’d round!
97
At the earth, nor can hold some mair o’ the
grounde to innocence. But I am not
I plants been arranged from a shell the fingers
of the woman, added modest see
my galage grownd, and body wondering
t was tall and cold and still. And ne’er seen,
like apollo’s prey? When thee, the blood burnt,
she lea, and men singing: she, chaste a flames,
and still it hit the full board, and the
temperament: but a dreams! Ai Tan Kuuerheian
to hall.
98
And his truest heat to live the lass of
sails, their plate, and bar your own lass, who, when
the access of Lochroyan is far removed.
Regal drest, denied this tongues: full moon, to
move, least had see, before they? Great endured,
long-closeted with tears. Rest; they left the
tomb lay by day. He dress the game and my
returns. And other internal ghost, if
not, women through to deem Pope a great of
tree; then my blood, and some fireflies home
and grace.
99
My honest heat were sermons, lords are drowned
in those trembling rustling like bluntie, Tam; at
kith an unbidden there’s sometimes have
seen—but Juan should stands are most musing; the
second mothers said, Sweet Adeline, that
with a girl and water? Of Adeline
such is an unnatural historical
superstition to jest upon the
rights in speech, Love, for some fashionable to
pain between the hay-fields by absence,
in fiction.
100
At barn or byre those degrees, and winning
Lochaber backs, there he gain’d esteem
wherefore had gone him nere. Let us roll
all my fingers to you; I go from cold
him more that thirty though we came, and Cremsin
reddens over his sole perhaps the
name. In the will never window shade, which
eloquence steps of the air, they fetch a
pretty maidens’ hair, especially as
he passing thee you as a brook; or
in heaven.
101
Catalogue of condolence, said he, which
Thou hast, thou leave, but for throned persephone
in the coverlet’s give. Will discover
in the sea-gulls, with content, mission’s
breast thou in a vine, that lute and family’s
through rolling side thee, hence this my silk
seats instead of the woman with lesse favour,
and consent, he gazed upon trust it
so befell. Had spares their God adore in
Siberia a godly ocean’s tides
a clouds.
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Bewitch
Pairings: Osamu x F!Reader x Atsumu; Miyacest
WC: 7.4k
Genre/Warnings: smut, fairytale retelling (Hansel and Gretel), magic au, dubcon/noncon, incest (miyacest), fear, knife, monster, bondage, snuff, vore, gore/blood, object insertion, body horror, a bit of size, tummy bulge, oral (m.receiving), anal (m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, arson...
Summary: The unexpected guests at your cottage have a mysterious past and hidden agenda. Will they allow you to accompany them on their journey?
Travelers are advised not to spend the night in the Dark Woods. It's said that beyond the last hiking trail, past a brook, lives an Evil Witch. That witch is vile and merciless; often, fools lost in the woods are never seen again. It's said that she must be over 800 years old, feeding off of the essences of children and young men unfortunate enough to cross her paths. It’s said that she even eats fellow witches. No one really knows. After all, no one who has seen her has lived to tell the tale.
It's been a few months since your teacher has left you to fend for yourself here in the woods—your first time alone during this apprenticeship. She said she had to attend a big conference with a whole bunch of other grand witches. You asked if you could tag along, but she insisted that you stay and watch the cottage. The lack of company is about to drive you insane so you often resort to conversing with yourself or the forest itself.
The soft moss muffles the sound of your footsteps as you begin the trek back home, a faint off-trail path away from the main road that no one else would usually notice. On any other day, you would just go home without a fuss, but loneliness makes people do some bizarre and odd things. For instance, the desperate longing for companionship leads to you dropping a not-so-hidden trail of fancy pebbles to inadvertently lead someone to your abode.
For most travelers, going off-trail is akin to a death sentence as any wrong turn might lure them into the forest's deadly maze. Not for you though, you know this place very well: every fallen tree, overturned log, the wanted signs nailed to the trunk...
Wait. A wanted sign?
You can make out from your distance that there are two heads on it, but the details are fuzzy, and the bounty looks smudged. Before you can get a closer look, you hear the birds caw in the trees, signaling the beginning of sunset. You pull your attention away from the poster and continue on to your way home.
The cottage is extremely cozy and warm. The windows are bejeweled and the door is solid wood. You live here comfortably with your teacher, after all, learning about the principles of magic and what it means to be a witch. It's much more than curses and spells, as your teacher would tell you, witches have character and a moral compass. Although there are certainly those who decide to experiment with the darker arts.
While you get a fire going in the huge furnace and boil some water on the stovetop, you hear two voices squabbling outside followed by three raps on the door. You're stunned by the noise, turning to face the shut door wondering if you were just dreaming about the noise. Is it? Visitors? No, you must have heard wrong.
"'Samu, I bet it's a farce, let's not." The voice sounds both tired and weary, almost out of breath.
"Let me just try again, I can smell a working kitchen in there, someone is definitely there," another voice insists. Three more knocking sounds. "Excuse me! Is the owner of the house available? My brother and I followed a path of colored stone and came upon your establishment...could you spare us some water? A bite of food?"
Two men, though they sound friendly. You're frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door that remains between you and the strangers.
"Is there someone home?" The second voice tries again. "Please, my brother is not feeling very well."
Your initial wariness for the stranger melts when you hear about the brother, which does not sound like a lie based on the raspy voice you first hear. A witch's character is fundamentally kind to all sentient beings, especially those in need. But you're still nervous, so you end up grabbing a metal ladle before carefully going to open the door. When you crack the door open, you see a pair of twins. Beautiful men, one blonde and one grey-haired. The former, with a quirky grin, although his eyes certainly look lackluster. But the other seems like he's at the right place, eyes peering past you into your home, fixated on your kitchen.
"I'm Osamu. And this," he gestures to his twin, "is my brother Atsumu. We're a bit lost, you see."
You nod your head in a casual greeting and introduce yourself as the resident apprentice at this cottage. As a good host should, you open the door to the weary guests preparing to welcome them in.
"Are we welcomed in?" Osamu asks, not moving from his spot. Atsumu isn’t budging either, arms crossed and only looking at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.
Without giving much thought you nod and open the door wider. "Both of you are most welcomed in."
"Then we thank you for your hospitality," Osamu says, taking a step inside, dragging his twin with him.
Words, especially spoken words carry power and hold intent. And a witch's words, no matter how careless they slip out, contain magic. Welcome, as you say. So welcome, they are.
You shut the door behind them and prepare to go give your first-ever guests some water. When you turn around, you notice Osamu already in the kitchen, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up past his elbows.
"Your food is about to burn. Heat's too high," he tells you, expertly taking control of the sizzling pots and pans. "I got it, don't worry."
Feeling flustered at the faint smell of scorching food, you hurry over to see if you can be of any assistance. "Let me help out."
"No, it's quite alright."
How can a host let her guests do all the work like that? And the first company in a while too! What an utter failure.
"How—" you try to argue back, but you're cut off by Atsumu tugging on your wrist, dragging you over to the sofa in the corner.
"Don't worry about him, he loves to cook." Atsumu brushes out the wisps of his bangs with a huff. "And actually quite good at it. Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design."
Like his twin, Atsumu's frame is broad and huge, but there is a quality of emptiness of sorts. Osamu's shoulders are wide but there's more substance to it, whereas Atsumu's form seems contained. You can't help but use your learnings to see if you can figure out just what's off about Atsumu. He's slowly walking around the living room and studying the portraits hanging on the wall. He picks up a frame that is set above the fireplace and comments, "None of these are you. How come?"
"Oh, they're my teacher. I'm just a witch-in-training at the moment, so—"
"A witch?" Atsumu questions, clenching the frame tightly. His hands begin to shake, the glass under his thumb beginning to crack.
You did not expect Atsumu to display such a visceral reaction upon the mention of witches. After all, witches normally stayed far away from ordinary human society and when they do mix, it's often a role of healing. But the look that sparks in Atsumu's eyes, it's almost—feral.
"'Tsumu!" Osamu yells while stalking over quickly from the kitchen. He throws his arm around Atsumu's neck and drags him off into the shadows. You can't make out the muffled voices and deep growling noises that are coming from down the hall.
It's their private matter, so you go back to the kitchen. True enough, Osamu's hands are almost like magic. The bubbling pot of broth doesn't seem to be on the verge of overflowing, the onions caramelizing beautifully, filling the air with deliciousness.
Moments later, the twins come back. You notice that Osamu clothes are wrinkled from tugging Atsumu around, but at the very least, Atsumu is looking much better than before.
The three of you set the table for dinner. Osamu brings out the plates as though he knows the kitchen inside and out already. Atsumu comes emerging from the cellar with two bottles of fine wine that you didn't even know your teacher had stowed away. Surely, she wouldn't mind? With Osamu and Atsumu sitting to the left and right of you at the round table, it almost feels like a more familiar, cozier gathering between friends than a situation of a host and her guests.
They tell you that they have been traveling across the lands for a long time now, looking for a cure for Atsumu's illness. It reminds you of the hollow, repressed form you saw earlier and your curiosity gets the better of you. They don't tell you the nature of the malady, but what they do share is that they are looking for a witch to undo the curse on Atsumu, a result of dark witchcraft.
"I am a witch!" you exclaim, feeling your call to action at the moment. "Please, is there truly nothing for me to help to undo the spell?"
Osamu leans in close to you, and wipes a bit of sauce staining the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb. He smiles. "We're looking for a very high-level witch. One day, maybe you'll get to the level of magic needed."
"You're too weak," Atsumu bluntly points out. You're sure Osamu means to say the same thing, but Atsumu's words are really sharp.
"I know," you sigh. "My teacher tells me that all the time. So, I'm really trying. I'm sure there's at least something I can do."
"I definitely think that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Osamu comforts. "Have you been living alone here for a long time?"
You feel two pairs of eyes glued onto you waiting for your answer. You smile reflexively before your eyes trail to the empty plate and carefully choose your words. "Yea. Just me and my teacher. She's a grand witch...maybe if you wait here for a few days, you can meet her when she comes back from her conference."
"We—"
"We'll be gone tomorrow!" Atsumu snaps, staring into Osamu's eyes.
Osamu doesn't pay any mind to Atsumu, and puts an extra piece of dessert onto your plate.
"We have a long way to go. Atsumu's condition isn't getting better, so we can't stop in one place for long."
It makes you a little sad, because you were hoping to spend some more time with the twins, both of whom you have grown fond of. Osamu and his gentleness. And even Atsumu, despite his quick remarks and outbursts, adds a particular spice to your mundane life.
"Maybe we'll bring you with us," Osamu comments lightly, "'Tsumu, wouldn't that be nice?"
"She'll just be dead weight," Atsumu retorts. You wonder if he absolutely hates you. Is that why he is always so against you being next to Osamu?
Osamu puts an arm around you and blows on the shell of your ear. It tickles and you can feel his body enveloping you. "But she's so sweet," he tells Atsumu and whispers into your ear, "Aren't you?"
You find your wandering gaze looking into his half-lidded grey eyes. His face is right next to you, lips just hovering barely five centimeters away. The overwhelming presence of him is undeniably alluring. Your breaths become shallow as your heart rate speeds up with desire.
"I'm exhausted! 'Samu you too. We're going to bed!" Atsumu drops the silverware onto his plate and stands up. He comes around the table, muttering curses under his breath. Atsumu grabs Osamu by the wrist and drags him off towards the guest bedroom you have shown them before.
You didn't quite catch Atsumu's angry mutters, but you hear "slut" and "harlot" thrown around a few times. Were they directed at you? No, you're not like that, you tell yourself. Atsumu must have been thinking that you are trying to seduce his twin. After you clear out the table, you decide to clear up any misunderstanding.
You tip-toe down the hall to the guest bedroom prepared to knock when you hear muffled sounds coming from inside. You carefully press your ears to the crevice of the door and clamp a hand around your mouth upon hearing the stream of moans.
"'Samu, 'Samu please, ah—"
That's Atsumu? Your eyes are wide and still trying to process the shock of what you're hearing. You tell yourself you shouldn't be here. You should not be listening to whatever is happening behind the closed door, but you can't help it. Hearing Atsumu's moans makes you want to squirm.
You slightly jump when you hear a slap, followed with a pleasured groan. The sound is so clean it feels as though the phantom hands are touching your own heated skin.
Osamu's chuckle nearly makes your knees weak.
"Don't get cocky, if it were any other day ngh—, any other day, I would be the one pushing you into the mattress."
Slap. "Shut up, cute 'Tsumu. I like you being so needy for me like this. What do you want from me? Tell me."
"Fuck me, 'Samu."
"With pleasure."
The wood creaks loudly and you tell yourself, you really need to get out as you back away and try to quickly walk down the hall back to your bedroom.
You throw the door open and lock the door behind you with a click. With your eyes closed, you try to steady your breath and the building heat in your core. It's quiet. There's no noise coming from their room. But they are twins!
You remind yourself that a witch is all-accepting and kind. There are so many circumstances beyond your understanding, judgement is not a part of your nature. And if what they are performing is wrong, what should you say about yourself? You peel off your clothes and step out of the soaked panty that is proof of your lust.
Pillows are fluffed and covers are pulled over your body. You try to sleep, but each time you are about to drift, Atsumu's cries of pleasure come back into your head. Your hand trails down your navel until the fingertips trace over your clit. Gathering some slick from your cunt, you drag it across the sensitive bud.
You shudder from the touch as images, constructed in your fantasy, cloud your mind. You imagine Atsumu's hands spreading your legs apart and Osamu's teasing words next to your ear. He would tell you to open wide and shove his cock down your throat. You suck on three of your fingers until lips wrap over the knuckles, your saliva pooling from hunger. And slip your fingers into your cunt easily, curling them against the plush walls.
"F-fuck me," you moan into your pillow.
With pleasure.
You quiver, clit pulsating, and your pussy juice dripping into your palm. The wash from the high soon takes you into sleep. All throughout the night, you squirm and feel the phantom sensation of being watched. Not just observed, but studied, by two pairs of glinting hungry eyes. You can almost imagine them on either side of the bed, trapping you into the mattress no matter which way you turn.
A few times the weird feelings almost pull you awake, but you don't dare crack an eye open to confirm your suspicions until the morning light begins to filter through the windows, rousing you from sleep. The air is filled with fragrant herbs and the sizzle of delicious brunch from someone awake before you.
No doubt, it's Osamu, because who else can it be? Atsumu? Please. The twins....
You climb out of bed and stretch your neck on the way to the washroom. Your bedroom door is open, but it's too early to notice that detail.
"Morning!" Osamu greets you from the kitchen. You find a fresh mug of coffee shoved into your hands from him.
You mumble thanks and sip at the brew while watching Osamu fry the eggs. Osamu looks to be deep in thought, probably thinking about something pleasant from the faint smile ghosting on his face. You feel a pang of guilt from both listening to their private lives, and also the strange feelings that maybe they heard your private life too—it's all your paranoia talking.
"You're so talented," you blurt out, fisting the fabric of your long skirt.
"Thanks, but better not let 'Tsumu hear ya, he gets jealous super easily."
Even if Atsumu hears, it's fine. You really mean both of them. Both of the twins both seem super talented as a duo; like they've been out there and seen the world. Meanwhile, you're still stuck here, without company. Would it be possible...if they simply stayed?
Osamu senses the words that are stuck in your mouth and answers them for you. "We're gonna be leaving right after breakfast. There's still lots of ground to cover today," he explains, plating the pancake before preparing to ladle a spoonful of batter for the next one.
"Do you have to leave?" you ask, almost pleading.
"It's cozy here and comfortable. We enjoy your company too, but we have to go. Your teacher would hate us, immensely, and on top of that...let's just say, we're always on the run."
"You say it like you two are fugitives or something."
Osamu chuckles and leans closer to you, hot breath flaming your cheeks, or maybe it's just the heat from the stove. A teasing grin pulls his cheeks up slightly as your eyes flicker over to see his lips spell out, "Maybe. Scared?"
Embarrassed, you take a defensive step back, squeaking and bumping into another body.
"MORNING!" Atsumu announces behind you. He's in good spirits and he has his hands on your waist to steady you; he sniffs your hair and smiles before letting you go. "I smell something delicious."
"Breakfast is ready," Osamu says, plating the pancakes. "Hungry 'Tsumu?"
"Tch." Atsumu shoves past you and knees Osamu, mood doing a complete 180. You're almost left like a fly on the wall as you watch the scene unfold.
Osamu is quick to catch his balance while keeping watch on the stove. "Not awake yet?" Osamu grins and passes him a plate of pancakes, essentially telling him to shut up and eat. "Who shoved a stick up your ass? Go eat."
"Fuck you."
"Hm."
Atsumu grumbles but digs into his food anyway. Osamu catches your amused expression in the corner and explains, "It's always like that between us. It's our...way of showing how much we care."
"I know." It's sort of endearing, the banter between the two brothers. Even if the world turns against them, no matter what the odds are, at least Miya Osamu will have Miya Atsumu, and Atsumu will have Osamu. Perhaps it's exactly that sort of bond the two share that you're envious of. Body and soul. Because if only you could have just an ounce of that sort of familiarity with another. But you're just an outsider without an invitation to join in.
While you're mulling over your thoughts, you don't catch the darkening gazes being exchanged between the twins. At some point, Atsmu's plate is already emptied and the wooden table is cleared while you're still lost in your mind. Osamu is fiddling with the metal tea strainer, bobbing it up and down to brew a mug of tea. He threads a cotton string in and out like it's a plaything.
"Do you really want to be with us?" Osamu asks nonchalantly. "'Tsumu and I were talking about it. If you do, maybe we can work something out."
"I just..." You feel like this is your final chance to tell them that you don't want them to go. None of the going around circle hinting that you have been doing. This is the moment to just tell it to them. If you miss this chance, you feel like you won't have another. And even though a pit pulls at your inwards telling you to reconsider, you're brave. "I just want to be together with you all, and help you cure Atsumu. My teacher is so talented, I'm sure she'll have a remedy."
They grin.
Osamu is a great cook, he can do that. Atsumu sometimes seems lazy, but he's super strong and quick to help too. And you can pick up all sorts of other tasks in the area! Maybe because they're so helpful, your teacher will even let them stay once Atsumu is cured. Maybe they can learn magic too! You have heard of warlocks who are powerful with spells too. And you can already imagine, the three of you, like a team, eventually going out into the world to fight demons and monsters and—
"Open wide," a sultry voice sounds next to you. Backing away automatically, you find Atsumu standing right behind you.
"W-wait," your voice shakes, stuck in your throat. "What are—"
His fingers reach for your mouth, prying it open. Before you can voice your distaste, a warm, metal ball gets shoved into your mouth, the thin chain quickly tangles into your hair. The faint traces of tea seep out of its small holes down your tongue and throat, while some spill out the corner of your mouth like trails of drool down your jawline.
Osamu smiles and wipes the liquid away with his thumb, relishing in how your widening eyes gape at him in confusion.
"Being together," he answers the question you wanted to ask, "is what you want isn't it?" He takes a spool of kitchen twine and begins to secure the tea strainer in your mouth. The thin cotton threads wrap around your head over and over again, tightening the steel against your tongue.
You shake your head and try to take another step away from the man you're beginning to become wary of, but the strong grip of Atsumu's hands on your shoulder prevents you from squirming at all. His fingers dig into your flesh, and when you turn to look at him you catch a glint in his eyes, glowering down at you.
"No, no, no, behave," he taunts you, "listen to 'Samu. He'll make you feel real good, trust me."
With the gag in your mouth, all you can let out are weak, warbling gargles from the back of your throat. Why are you doing this? You weren't like this before? Loud snorts flare out your nostrils from the fear screaming through your body.
Osamu comes back with a paring knife, examining the edge under the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass. He presses the cool blade along your cheek, dragging with the dull edge just enough so the sharp end doesn't cut your skin. You feel your knees growing weak and if not for Atsumu's hold on you, you would sink into a shuddering heap on the floor.
"You know, I think you might be the best meal yet," Osamu compliments, blade trailing down to your collarbone. The tip of the knife toys with the first button, pressing tension on the x-cross stitching. Snap. The first button pops off, dropping onto the wooden floor and rolling away to an inconspicuous corner. "I'll prep you well."
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The knife flicks again and all the buttons clatter on the floor before running away for refuge.
Atsumu has cleared the table already and you find yourself hoisted up and laid onto the surface like a slab of meat on a cutting board. The cold surface presses against the back of your shoulder and ass. Osamu ties your wrist together with a hemp rope and secures the other end around the table leg. He also secures your ankles to two other anchor points.
You're utterly exposed and ashamed at your body's display, mortified at how your body is reacting when you catch sight of Atsumu, his eyes dilated, looking at your slit that you know is drenched already. The rough texture of the rope presses painfully into your skin from how tight the bindings are. You can only let out gagged whines in complaint, chest rising up and down from the loud breaths.
"Can't do, love," Osamu chides, kissing the knot at your wrist, satisfied with the results. His fingertips trail down to cup your jaw and his thumb runs across the tea strainer. You close your eyes and groan at his touch. Osamu murmurs, "I won't let anything go to waste."
Atsumu is growing impatient at the sight of his twin treating you like the finest specimen ever. You're not the first one. You won't be the last one, but he still can't stand the sight of someone looking just like himself having first tastes while he's missing out himself. He wants to shove Osamu aside, but he knows that Osamu absolutely hates it when he ravages the meal when it's not ready.
Atsumu unzips his pants and lets his hardened, leaking cock spring free. You stare at Atsumu who is fixated on his own pleasure. His hand wraps around his cock and pumps the length up and down.
Osamu turns your head to look at himself instead. "Someone there is impatient, but let's not learn from him, okay? I want to take you slow, make sure you'll be ready. I don't want you stressed, you release too much cortisol and that toughens the meat."
Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design.
His hand kneads your breast and toys with your nipple, circling and tugging on the tiny, erect bud.
"Relax," he whispers into your ear. "Just like you did last night."
You try to clamp your thighs shut from reflex. Immediately the resistance from the rope ties stop your movements. Osamu squeezes your thighs and pushes them apart once more.
"Right here isn't it, after hearing me fuck 'Tsumu..." Osamu's finger runs down the sides of your labia. "You just couldn't help touching yourself too huh?"
He knows. They know. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization.
"There's nothing embarrassing about it. If anyone should be, it should be us twins, " Osamu's fingers easily slip in, your pussy already dripping with arousal. "Oh woops, I shouldn't need to comfort you. You're clearly not shy."
Osamu's fingers are thick and long, able to reach far deeper than you ever can. Your tongue is still struggling against the gag while your saliva steeps the tea leaves trapped in the ball.
"Oi," Atsumu cuts in with annoyance. "I thought you said to not play with food. What the fuck are you doing, chef?"
Osamu stops his finger in you for a moment before dragging them out. You're trembling at the sudden emptiness and desire to fill the space immediately. The lack of stimulation is irritating and you are desperate.
Osamu walks up to Atsumu, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your slick to his lips for a taste. Before he can do so, Atsumu grabs Osamu's wrist and takes in those digits, sucking on them gingerly.
Osamu smiles and runs the other hand through Atsumu's hair.
"Patience is a virtue, 'Tsumu, I was just getting her fully prepared for you. I'm giving her all to you already, you couldn't even let me have a taste of her?"
Atsumu releases Osamu's fingers with a pop. "I never said I wasn't going to share," he mutters before pulling Osamu in for a kiss, passing the taste of you along their tongues.
Your body jostles as you finally get a visual matching what you heard last night. You feel your pussy leaking with more excitement, the arousal drips all the way down to your asshole. And the more you squirm, it's as though the rope ties become tighter and tighter, rubbing your skin raw. But even that pain is incomparable to the need to quell your fire.
Atsumu pulls away and presses one last kiss on Osamu's nose. "I always love what you serve, thank you 'Samu." Your heart rate rapidly speeds up as Atsumu comes towards you. He's positioned between your legs, both hands on your thighs, marveling at the display of your body. His hands feel hot.
Atsumu grins. "You probably didn't expect me to be the one taking you, huh?" He guides his cock to your entrance, the bulging tip prodding along your puffy lips. "Did you want Osamu to be the one fucking you?"
No? You want to argue, straining your head up slightly, but only tea-laced saliva drips out from the corners of your mouth.
"'Fuck me, 'Samu. Fuck me, please.' Is that what you heard? Is that what you wanted to say too?"
Your screams are muffled whimpers.
Osamu snorts off to the side, watching Atsumu do exactly what he accused Osamu earlier of: playing with his food. Hypocrite.
Atsumu glares at Osamu before turning his attention back to you. "You'll be begging for me, Atsumu, after I'm done with you."
He lines himself at your entrance and inches himself in, groaning at how your cunt is somehow just sucking him in. You're so warm and tight inside, wrapping perfectly around every part of him. He sits in you for a moment, just enjoying being blanketed by your muscles and chuckling how you tighten around him every now and then.
You whine, urging Atsumu to move a little.
"Okay, okay. Geez, and 'Samu says I'm impatient." Atsumu slowly draws his cock out and snaps his hips forward, the base of his balls slapping against your ass. He delights at how you squeeze your eyes shut and continues rocking into you at a comfortable pace.
Osamu enjoys standing off to the side for a while. He always liked watching Atsumu savor and delight the food he prepares. Atsumu always eats with such gusto. It should have always been that way, until the witch ruined everything. The curse, an experiment with the dark arts, should have never happened. Above all else, it should never have been on Atsumu. Osamu can only wonder if the reason they are subjected to this fate is because they are twins. Until a cure is found, Atsumu, his most beloved other, will have to replenish himself in this way.
A sharp pain rips through you and tears well up in your eyes. You feel Atsumu's cock suddenly begin to pulsate and grow in size. At first, you thought it was because you're clamping down on him too hard and will yourself to relax. But the cock, the thing, is certainly unnatural now. And between your tear-stained vision, you can just barely make out... Monster.
You begin to thrash wildly, head tossing side to side, back arched as much as you can in a futile escape attempt. Atsumu's claws rest on your hips while he pounds into you furiously. His groans, now deep growls, send vibrations that you can feel within your throbbing clit. You fear that you'll actually be ripped in half by the way Atsumu is thrusting into you. The engorged cockhead hits your cervix each time and his ball sack, even heavier, bowls and knocks against you.
Osamu unfolds his arms and comes over.
"It'll only hurt if you don't relax," he tells you, reaching out to press on your clit. "Just let him have his way."
"Go fuck her somewhere else," Atsumu snarls. His voice is warped and bellowing. Your mind is getting foggy as Osamu's fingers on your clit don't stop teasing the bud while having a petty talk with Atsumu. And Atsumu, ticked off by Osamu, picks up his speed.
"There we go, now that's beautiful," Osamu comments, taking his hand away and watching you unfurl in your pleasure. Your abused cunt is puffy when Atsumu pulls out, and you feel the thick liquid start to flow out when you take breaths.
"No, don't do that," Osamu chides, taking three fingers to gather the cum spilling out and stuffing it back in. "Better keep it all in. 'Tsumu isn't done with you yet."
Not yet? You can't even voice your thoughts except weakly shaking your head and moaning into the steel gag. In the moment, your stomach rumbles loudly.
"'Samu, she's hungry," Atsumu points out, rubbing your tummy. "You feed her and I'll stuff her."
Osamu ruffles Atsumu's long hair and gives his new, erected horns a teasing squeeze. Atsumu yelps at the touch. "'Samu!"
"Okay, okay," Osamu relents and stands next to your head. You see him take the paring knife again and slide the icy blade between the cotton ties and your hot cheek. A quick slice and you feel the pressure of the gag release. Osamu removes the tea strainer from your mouth and tosses it into the sink.
"Must have been so over-brewed, I apologize for that," he says. You know he doesn't mean it at all.
"Why?" you croak out. Your jaw and cheeks are sore from being held in position for so long. There's so many things you believe you can ask why about. Why they are prepping you like a meal, fucking you like a toy...Why Atsumu is the way he is. Why Osamu is not who you think he is either. Why you.
Despite Atsumu's grotesque figure, you're sure that you fear this twin more. Osamu's thoughts are so well-hidden behind his eyes; he never gives away what he's thinking or planning. You can only accept his decisions from the receiving end.
"Because of Atsumu," Osamu answers. Everything is for 'Tsumu. "I'll feed you."
Osamu cradles your head with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair. He prods his cock against your lips. Feeling your resistance, he grips your hair tightly, painfully pulling on your scalp, and presses the tip of his cock to force your lips open. You nearly gag at the length entering your throat and your hands ball into tight fists. Your nose is buried in the base of his cock, pressing into his balls. Each breath you take is heavy with his musky, hot scent.
It's easy to focus on Osamu's cock fucking into your throat, leaving an unamused, monstrous twin off to the side preparing to turn your attention back to him by force.
Atsumu rubs himself against you, preparing to enter you again. You're sure that he has become even bigger. When the tip pushes through, your body attempts to fight the intrusion in self-preservation. The claws at your hips dig in and Atsumu all but pulls you onto his length like a sock. You scream around Osamu's cock, throat clenching around his thick length, and nearly black out from the stretch.
You never had anything this big in you before. Atsumu lifts you up slightly, his grasp becoming large enough to encircle around your whole waist. Your ankles are still tethered and tug on you, much to Atsumu's annoyance. He easily slices through the bondages with a sharp claw. Now free of restraints, Atsumu can cradle you more easily, finally pushing the last section into you.
Crack!
You can’t cry while you're stuffed with Osamu’s cock, but tears stream endlessly from your eyes. You’re sure your pelvic floor is broken, completely forced apart in a futile attempt to accommodate Atsumu stuffing you beyond your physical capacity. Your hips give out as your two legs, bone out from their sockets, dangle grotesquely.
“Just focus on me,” Osamu wipes your tears away and continues to pump into you. But you cannot focus on the human object in your mouth when your whole lower half and inwards are broken, stretched or squashed.
"Hey look ‘Samu! It's bulging," Atsumu marvels at the imprint of his tip pushing your flesh out from the inside. “Look, my cock is saying ‘hello’.”
Atsumu excitement translates into messy thrusts, treating your body like a game. “Maybe I can even touch your dick through her!”
Your whole body is numb, the brain shuts its pain signals off completely, and hormones pour through your bloodstream in overdrive. The broken climax spasms through your body like the last bits of a faltering system.
“Better hurry...she’s...she’s fading soon,” Osamu warns between his grunts. He clasps your head and spurts his seed into you. You mindlessly swallow every drop of him, letting the contents slowly flow down your throat. You can’t process anything nor recognize any of the murky images. Who are you? Where are you?
Your memory fades in and out as your eyesight drifts between black and white. You can’t do anything about how the monster is now on all fours over your body, unrecognizable as Atsumu. You don’t feel any fear towards this grotesque figure. You don’t register how his tongue licks your neck.
Your mouth is now empty but you can’t formulate syllables.
“I’m sorry,” you hear Osamu whisper before sharp fangs pierce into your jugular, digging in deeper and tearing a chunk out. Red sprays across your body in fast spurts, drenching Atsumu and covering Osamu. The teeth at your throat gnaw at the flesh, starved, tearing through the skin, fat, and tissues like a child crunching fruit.
You can feel the droplets falling onto your face like fresh rain after a storm. You vaguely remember your teacher and her warning of strangers. She always reprimanded you and you wanted to make her proud. There will no longer be any chance of that now. You weren’t a good student, and only an utter failure.
Osamu waits for Atsumu to finish you off. Atsumu always gets messy at this point. Osamu tried to help Atsumu section his prey off by cutting and organizing the limbs and even attempted to debone the meal beforehand, but Atsumu has his preferences, and Osamu respects them. So, Osamu delegates cleaning duties to himself instead.
You’re already beyond recognition when Osamu comes back with barrels of oil. All that is left is a kitchen stained with blood and a pile of bone with chewed connective tissue left. Atsumu sometimes eats the bones too, but not always.
“‘Tsumu, are you full now?” Osamu asks, reaching out to cradle his twin. Atsumu has now transformed back to the way he is supposed to be. Osamu threads his hand through Atsumu’s blonde hair and inhales his twin’s scent.
Atsumu doesn’t respond and tugs at Osamu’s collar, trailing down his arm to bring Osamu’s hand to his own cock.
Osamu grins and kisses the top of Atsumu’s head. “Do you want to fuck me ‘Tsumu? I know you like to, after your meals.”
Atsumu whines and nips at Osamu’s jaw, pushing the twin down on the blood-stained floor.
“Okay, okay.” Osamu unzips and pulls down his pants before crawling onto all fours.
Atsumu’s hand cups Osamu’s ass and pries the cheeks open before curiously fingering at the specimen plugging Osamu’s hole. Atsumu holds onto the base and turns the object, before laughing.
“‘Samu, what is this you have in your ass,” Atsumu teases. “I like this presentation.”
This time, Osamu is the one embarrassed. “Last meal, it hurt like hell. So...I wanted to prepare a little.”
“With an egg holder?” Atsumu cackles again, fiddling with the ceramic object. “Should’ve just told me ‘Samu, I could never bear to hurt you.”
Atsumu holds onto the base and slowly pulls the object out before tossing it aside. He smiles and teases Osamu’s enlarged hole that’s opening and closing around nothing. Gathering up some saliva, he spits onto Osamu’s asshole before lining his cock at the rim and slowly pushing in.
Along with the curse comes a near insatiable lust. Atsumu knows that if he doesn’t fulfill his need to fuck or be fucked, he will snap. He doesn’t really care who he kills during a frenzy of that sort, but it’s too risky to get Osamu caught up in the collateral.
The witch that wanted to create the perfect weapon, failed. She failed because she underestimated the twins’ bonds for each other. She failed because the twins discovered that witches excrete a very special hormone in their body after climax, and it is exactly that substance that is slowly curing Atsumu. With every witch eaten and absorbed, Atsumu is healing and gaining magical powers. He is even capable of passing those essences to Osamu. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be.
Osamu plays with a few strands of Atsumu’s hair. Atsumu’s softened cock still buried inside of him. Atsumu has his jaw resting on Osamu’s shoulder.
“You make me feel so good,” Atsumu sighs, enjoying the quiet moments after his high.
“And what about her?” Osamu asks, gesturing to the table where your remains are still at.
“She made me feel good too. The best one yet, but don’t be jealous.”
“Come on, let’s clean up and get out of here.”
After washing their bodies and changing into clean clothes, Atsumu and Osamu are ready to say goodbye to the cottage they have overstayed their welcomes at.
"Let's go 'Samu, we're already behind." Atsumu finishes dumping the last bucket of oil along the edges of the room.
The clamor of boots stride across the creaking wood. As though with the passing of its owner, the cottage itself has lost the will to live.
"Coming," Osamu calls back, walking past the makeshift funeral pyre for you. He notices a flash on the ground and bends down to pick up a button.
"'Samu! Get the fuck out or I'll burn ya down too!"
"Yea, yea."
Osamu drops the button into his shirt pocket and joins his twin outside. Atsumu strikes a matchstick and tosses the small flame into the cottage. Fire meets oil and spreads in an instance, engulfing the cottage in an angry blend of orange and red, devouring all contents and remains within. The smell of scorched wood reaches the twins who are looking at the sight from a distance.
"She was good," Atsumu comments, looking at his twin unsure about what Osamu's grey eyes are thinking about. Atsumu realizes that he didn't specify what good exactly means. But it doesn't seem like Osamu is paying much attention. Is Osamu thinking about you? Is he unhappy? Does he regret what happened to you? Although what's done is done already, if time can go back, would Osamu choose? You or Atsumu?
Osamu slips his hand into Atsumu's, erasing the unspoken worries away. He gently leads Atsumu onto the trail, leaving the burning cottage behind.
"Stop thinking such nonsense," Osamu mutters, squeezing Atsumu's hand. No matter what happens, Atsumu will always come first. His needs, his desires. That's what it means for Osamu to love Atsumu. Even though the rest of the world may not understand the relationship the twins share, calling it depraved and disgusting, it's still selfless on their part. What sin is there to honestly love? What sin is there to try and save his loved ones?
While Osamu admits to himself that he does feel a deep attraction to you and knows that Atsumu feels the same pull as well, there's nothing that can be done about Atsumu's condition. But it's not as though you are completely gone. Your essences and core are within both twins, being absorbed as one with their bodies and soul. You'll forever be with them in that way, even if you no longer have any sentient memory of it.
Osamu fiddles the button in his pocket; there's still a physical reminder of you in that tiny form.
It must be about a twenty-minute trek from the burning site. Although the flames are already far from eyesight, the scorching smell and embers still drift over. The twins pick up their pace, eager to exit the forest before nightfall and make it to the next destination. On the way, they pass by the tree trunk with a wanted poster.
"They never get my best angles!" Atsumu complains, ripping a wanted poster that is nailed to the tree trunk.
"It's not like you have a good angle, ‘Tsumu."
"Shut it, we look the same ‘Samu. You're just calling yourself ugly too!"
Osamu shrugs and continues his trek down the main trail. Atsumu huffs, tearing the parchment into indistinguishable pieces before throwing the shreds up into the air like confetti.
"Wait up!"
Osamu stops in his tracks. "Hurry up, loser. We still have a long way to go."
Atsumu takes a few wide strides and swings his arm around his twin's shoulder. Behind them, a very light drizzle falls from the sky.
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Heeseung
hee does this thing when the two of you are cuddling
where he plays with your hair with one hand while he has the other hand behind his head
while you trace random patterns on his chest
he loves it when you do it because the two of you just chat about the most random things
most nights it’s you venting while hee gives you advice
other nights hee sings you to sleep
tonight you were having an off day
so while you were cuddling, hee was about to play with your hair when you put on the hood of one of hee’s hoody
which meant that he couldn’t play with your hair
“i wanna play with your hair” he says with a frown
“no” you replied as you lay your head down
“why not?”
“because i like your hoody”
“i like it on you with the hood off”
“why do you like my hair so much?”
“it’s soft"
“i wake up looking like a mess because of you”
“it helps me sleep”
“you’re gonna have to earn it” then this man starts to aegyo just so he can play with your hair
and he’s good at it
so you let him
while you’re annoyed that you’re gonna wake up with messy hair because of hee
you don’t mind since it helps you fall asleep
Jay
this man doesn’t hesitate to show off his affection
whether it’s wrapping his arm around your waist when you’re out
or it’s kissing your cheek while you’re taking a selfie
sometimes it works out other times... he ends up making a complete fool of himself
engry bird here decided to sleep over (on the couch ofc)
you woke up to jay’s extremely loud voice
so you got up and headed to the kitchen where you saw him looking for stuff in your fridge
“where are the tomatoes?” you roll your eyes and go in front of him, grabbing the tomatoes which was literally right there
“you need new glasses” you tell him as he embarrassment fills his face
he wraps his arms around your waist, enveloping you in a back hug
you didn’t notice because it was such a subtle thing but you shrugged him off to get a glass of water which was right over the counter
of course he noticed
because you could’ve held his hands while he was hugging you and both of you could’ve gone to get a glass of water
so now he’s pouting the whole time
he doesn’t tell you what’s wrong
and expects you to just know and read his mind but of course you can’t
so then it kinda gets quiet while you’re eating breakfast
which is unusual since jay is always so chatty
so then you go, “you gonna tell me why you’re all mopey this morning”
“you shrugged me off to get the glass of water”
“that’s why you’re pissed?”
“of course that’s why I’m pissed why else would I be pissed?”
“i accidentally washed your white hoody with the colors and now it’s pink”
“why the hell would you wash a white hoody with the colors?”
“i don’t know, I didn’t see it!”
“it’s white. maybe you’re the one who needs to change your glasses?”
“shut up! you’re the one getting pissed over grabbing a glass of a water”
“you shut up it’s not even my hoody at this point”
“ok, well what kind of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”
“the kind of person of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”
“clingy much?”
he took that as a challenge then moved to where you were and lifted you onto his lap
Jake
jakey would probably get shy with hugs and kisses
but he loves it
how can he not love it especially from you?
you head into his place and instantly go to layla instead of greeting your boyfriend
you sit down on the floor giving hugs and kisses to layla who’s now paying attention to you
the both of you are in your own little world together as you and layla smoother each other with affection
poor baby is like “what about me?”
he sits with you
wanting your attention so he puts his head in front of you, eyes looking up at you like that one live where he goes “i love you”
and he does just that
you roll your eyes, pat his head and you’re like
“i love you too but let me go back to paying attention to my baby” (baby as in layla)
layla actually barks at jake
the auDACitY
so jake feels neglected since layla’s getting all the y/n love
which leads to him just sitting next to you in silence while he watches you both
he's happy that you and layla love each other but you’re supposed to be paying attention to him
eventually, you realize that jake is just sitting there so you look at him
he’s like,
“who do you love more, me or layla?”
you move so that you’re laying your head on jake’s lap while layla is curled up by your stomach
“layla, duh”
Sunghoon
he’s on the quieter side in terms of showing his love in public
as a way of showing you that he’s there for you and that you’re there for him
your pinkies are linked together while outside
neither of you really know how it happened but it did and it’s your way of holding hands
especially when you’re ice skating
you’ve gotten better with hoonie teaching you and when he skates at your pace, you hold pinkies
you’re out on a date and hoonie’s about to link his pinky with yours
his pinky is a literally millimeters away from linking with yours
when all of a sudden you bring up your arms
in that brief moment your pinky knocks against his
but you don’t pay it any attention and do what you were about to show hoonie
you do a spin on the ice
hoonie’s proud of his baby for being able to spin on the ice when just a few months ago you could barely skate
b u t
he wanted to hold your freaking pinky :(
the two of you continue to skate alongside each other and you’re starting to realize that it’s quiet
too quiet
“hoonie?” you ask
he looks at you like “yeah?”
when you ask him what’s wrong he says nothing and just shrugs it off
so you start to think to yourself about what went wrong
lightbulb!
you extend your hand and he hesitantly takes it
you lift up your hands
and he spins you on the ice with your pinkies interlinked
Sunoo
sunoo is such a clingy, clingy, clingy baby
hugging you whenever he can?
Y E S
kisses all over your face?
of course
playing with your hands any chance he gets?
every. single. day. 🤧
you’re out on a date at a mall and the two of you are sitting at the food court
while you’re eating with one hand, sunoo grabs the free one
he’s playing with the couples ring the two of you bought for your 6 month anniversary when you pull your hand away
he looks at you with a frown
“that’s not nice, y/n-ah,” he mutters under his breath and you sigh,
“it’s not nice to distract people when they’re eating” you counter
he looks at you, a plan forming in his head
he then grabs your hand for the second time and then this man
takes your spoon
and while he’s holding your hand he decides to feed you with a triumphant smile on his face
it’s a win win for him since he gets to hold your hand and steal some of your food at the same time :)
Jungwon
wonie hugs are very, very, very warm and comforting
yk his broad shoulders?
and that⌛️ waist?!
the only way to describe his embrace is safety
when he hugs you your arms go around his waist and he rests his chin on top of your head and you just fit like two pieces of a puzzle
and he feels the same way exact same way with you
to him your hugs are the part of his day that he can just let himself go
some nights the two of you are cuddling and he cries into your shoulder because of all the stress he faces
the only thing you can do is be there for him, rubbing soothing circles on his back
so yea, he loves hugging you
you show up to the dorm, for dinner with him and the other members
when you walk in he extends his arms to hug you but you hear your name being called
so instead of hugging him you duck under his arm and go to the rest of the guys
he’s standing there dejected, arms going down to his side and he turns around looking in the direction you walked off to with that “ehh??” look
so he follows you and then he sees you Sunoo giving you a hug
and is like excuse me?
he sticks closer to you than usual but you’re not really sure why since he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t mention what just happened literally just a few minutes ago
he’s not exactly mad... more like disappointed and jealous that you’d hug one of his hyungs when you didn’t hug him
as dinner goes on he acts like nothing’s wrong but deep down, he just wants a y/n hug :(
it’s getting late and while the boys are chatting, you rest your head on his shoulder when he then shrugs his shoulder which causes you to lift up your head
you look at him like
huh?
when he realizes just what he did but instead of apologizing he goes
“that’s what you get for not hugging me earlier” because he’s still kinda salty over it
you realize why he was acting weird so then you move and give a y/n hug to which he rests his chin on top of your head feeling kind of dumb that he was feeling that way earlier
which then causes ni-ki to tell the two of you to get a room
Ni-ki
there’s this thing that he does when one of his hyungs touches his hair
he sorta leans into their touch kinda like a little meow meow (yoongi reference? 👀 ok anyways)
he’d probably be shy over hugs and kisses since he’s still young and isn’t really experienced in terms of dating
whenever you come over to the dorm, the two of you hang out in the living room since none of the other boys want either of you in a room alone so you both have to be somewhere they can see
ni-ki’s the maknae and you get it + you don’t mind since it’s comfortable around them
whenever you’re on the couch, ni-ki does this thing where he lays his head on your lap but not your lap lap it’s like on one of your thighs I have no idea if that makes any sense-
you’d run your hand through his hair while he’s probably playing a game or something and it’d be quiet between the two of you but it’s one of those silences that you don’t need to fill
my heart is 💓💞💖💘 just thinking about it might write a riki hybrid au typa story soon idk ok back to the point of this post
so he does that thing where he leans into your touch
even when y’all have a movie night, he ends up either laying his head on your shoulder or on your lap and your hand finds its place in his hair
it becomes a thing between you two and whenever you hangout
so you’re sitting on the couch one afternoon and everyone’s sorta doing their own thing while you’ve got your laptop with you and you’re trying to study/work on an assignment
ni-ki walks into the living room where you are, smiling to himself, and does that thing where he kinda giggles? idk
so he makes his way to you and he sits down next to you but you’re too focused on what you need to do that you don’t even notice
ni-ki’s just about to lay his head on your lap but when you see it happening, you scoot away slightly at first he’s like what??
and then before he knows it, instead of his head on your lap it’s on the couch
he looks up at you like “how dare you do this to me?@#$” and he clears his throat trying to get your attention
you pat his hair once but then he’s like juST one pat? and then he justs…
i kid you not this man claws at your hand
then he takes your hands and puts it in his hair and now you’re forced to do your work with one hand
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Happy Birthday Jason!
Jason ran as fast as he could through the streets back to his apartment where he knew his twin sister was waiting for him. He raced up the fire escape and did a special tap against the window before opening it and entering the rundown broken apartment building. As soon as he set his feet on the grossly stained carpet he felt a small body ram into him.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY-JAY!”
His small sister, Marinette, cheered loudly as she crushed him in a hug. He smiled as he hugged her back.
“Hey Pix. Have you been good, didn’ cause too much trouble did ya?”
She shook her head against his chest and then jumped back as she ran towards their thin dirty sheet they used at night and brought it over to him.
“Abuela gave me some money for cleaning her floors, so I gotcha somethin’!”
He pulled out a small cheap cardboard box from his hoodie pocket and handed it to her.
“Picked up enough money to get you somethin’ too.”
Her smile brightened, her smile didn’t belong in such a dark place. They traded the gifts to each other and both were extremely happy. Jason had given Marinette a small bracelet with a red string and different colored beads. Marinette had gotten her brother an old book from the thrift shop that obviously used, but it was still good enough to be able to properly read from. The book was titled Pride and Prejudice. He looked so awed by the book and she felt immense pride in herself. There was a bit of bread left over from a few days ago and Marinette made sure it was equally split so her brother also had his proper fill. It was his birthday too after all!
When it was time to go to sleep Jason read a chapter of the book to her then, the big meanie, made her read a chapter for him. She stuttered a lot, but he would just smile and help her pronounce the word. She was so lucky to have such an amazing big brother.
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It just didn’t feel right. He had been living in the manor for a year now, and today felt so wrong without her. Marinette had been taken by CPS three months before he had been caught stealing the tires off of the Batmobile. He needed the money to hire a private investigator in order to find his sister. It’s not that he didn’t trust Bruce, he just didn’t want him to put his sister into the danger that he was putting himself into as the new Robin. He just knew that she would insert herself into vigilante life if she knew he was doing it.
Alfred seemed to understand what he was going through as he walked into the kitchen. He didn’t know how the man knew, but he learned not to question it after spending about half a year in the manor. He was silently eating his pancakes when Dick burst into the room yelling,
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY J-BIRD!”
While scooping him into his trademark octopus hugs. Jason struggled to get out of it as shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Instincts from living on the streets for many years never really going away.
“How old are you now? You’re 14, right?”
“Yea, now get off me!”
He did not in fact get off of Jason, at least not until Alfred told him to a few seconds later. Rolling out his arms and shoulders he rolled his eyes at his brother and turned back to his food. After a few moments of peace Dick poked his arm to get his attention. Jason sighed and turned to the side to look at Dick.
“Yes?”
“Here, I got you a present.”
Dick said with a bright smile that reminded him so much of his younger sisters. He looked down and saw a rectangular looking thing hidden behind brightly colored and nicely wrapped wrapping paper. Jason carefully took the book with a small thank you nod and tore open the paper to be met with a nice hard cover book of Peter Pan.
“I know we already have it in the library, but I thought you would want your own, and I just felt like you would like it.”
Dick said as he saw the gentle, reminiscent(?) look in Jason’s eyes as he stared at the book. Jason willed himself not to cry as he stared at the book. The book that inspired the nickname he gave his sister. Abuela had read this book to them while they had stayed at her home during a harsh winter day. Bless her soul, he knew that she was in the best place of heaven, if that place even existed.
Barbara walked into the kitchen with a bright smile and ruffled his hair.
“Happy birthday Jay.”
She said happily. Jason looked up and gave her a small smile.
“Thanks.”
He hugged the book close to his chest.
“Means a lot.”
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Jason was angry, he didn’t understand why this was happening. His body burned and everything felt like it was burning with pain. He was training in the League with Talia. He thought he had found a hint on where his sister was, and apparently his actual birth mother. No, it was just a trap, and he had died by Joker's hands, and his sister wasn’t even there! Now he spent the day training with Talia and whoever she saw fit to handle him. His thoughts wandered to what his sister was doing, to what her life was like, if she was part of a good home, if she was still on the streets, if she was even alive. No, of course she was, she had to be. He refused to believe that she was gone before he could see her again.
They are both 17 now, almost adults. He would find her, but first he had to prove to Talia that he was ready. He had to take out Bruce and his replacement. D* that man, how dare he replace him like that. He wasn’t just some tool, he was a person, he was important, he would show just how important he was. This birthday was filled with rage that fueled him through the day, it was his motivation to find her one day and get his revenge.
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Jason watched silently as he attended a Justice League meeting with the rest of his family and Leaguers. It was still rocky with his family, and he hadn’t been able to find a clue to where his sister was. He still hadn’t told the others about her, though he was pretty sure B already knew about her from doing a background check or something. He had never brought her up or done anything that made him think he actually knew about her though. He had celebrated his 19th birthday, and so was she. He was sure that she was still alive though. He could never believe that she had passed.
A bright blue portal opened in the middle of the room just as expected. Apparently Paris’s heroes were coming for a meeting or something today to discuss the Hero Ban there. Five people in some form of animal themed suits walked through it. A cat that looked like he could be Selina’s child, a bee, a snake, a dragon, and a ladybug.
“Hello, I am Coccinelle and we are here to discuss the ban that we put up during Hawkmoth’s reign.”
He looked up suddenly, his eyes transfixed on the girl in the Ladybug suit that spoke. His heart began to pick up racing quickly. Her voice was so achingly familiar. Her English was slightly accented in French, but it also had a small Gotham tint to it.
If this was a trick he would find a way to make the universe pay for this. He hoped, he prayed to whatever God out there that existed that this was truly a gift from the universe. He hadn’t realized that he had walked towards her until he was at her level staring into her eyes.
“Red Hood, what are you doing?”
Batman asked in his gruff voice. He gently took off his helmet and mask before taking both her hands in his at her gasp.
“What are you doing, you bonehead fool?!”
Robin yelled at him, his glare intensifying.
Tears welled up in those oh so familiar blue eyes. He had to be sure though.
“Marinette, is that you?”
She gave him a small nod before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Sobs left the young girl and silent tears fell down his cheeks as he ran his fingers through her hair in a comforting manner.
“J-Jason...I-I’m-”
“Shhh, it’s ok Pixie-Pop. I got ya. I’m not leavin’ ya again.”
It was silent around them as everybody observed what was happening, though the Miraculous team was shocked they smiled in a gentle knowing way. A birthday gift from the universe it seemed, he wouldn’t curse it again…..At least he wouldn’t until the next world ending event. He had his sister back in his arms, and that’s all he could ever ask for.
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My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:
My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?
Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *
* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *
Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!
My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.
Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?
My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?
Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...
Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!
Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.
Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *
My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.
Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!
My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?
Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *
Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!
My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!
Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.
* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *
* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *
My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.
Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!
My MC /OC /YUU: ....
Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!
My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.
Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...
* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *
Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.
Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!
My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?
Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?
My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...
Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!
My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.
Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.
* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *
My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!
* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *
My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!
Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?
My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...
* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *
Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!
My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?
Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.
My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *
Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!
* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *
Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.
Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!
Crewel: Yes.
Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!
Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...
Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?
Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.
Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!
Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.
Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...
Jamil: Grimm, do you know?
Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!
Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.
Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.
Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!
Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!
Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.
Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!
Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.
Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!
Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!
Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!
Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!
Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.
Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!
Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...
* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *
Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?
Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.
The boys went by one by one and finally ....
Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *
My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!
Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *
My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!
Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?
My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!
* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *
My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!
Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.
My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?
Twisted boy: I would love that!
* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *
Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *
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YOUR REQUEST IS OPEN?? I MADE AN ACCOUNT JUST TO MAKE THIS REQUEST HELL YEA(✯ᴗ✯) Lemme just start you're an amazing writer i am in absolute love with your works I LOVE IT SO MUCH PLEASE ALSO URE SO PRECIOUS AND FUNNY how dare you be both and not mine🙄 and the request is badum; ABUTO hehe i dont really have particular request but i do wanna see what makes abuto jealous and how he reacts to it.. even if you dont make this request i hope u read this BECAUSE I AM IN ABSOLUTE IN LOVE WITHYOU CRIES
Day One on Tumblr, and there's already a warrant out for your heinous crimes. First offense, making a Tumblr account. Second offense, first-degree murder with your sweetness and kindness and general, all-around sexiness. Third offense, lying about my status of "not" being yours because wHAT THE HELL ARE YA TALKING ABOUT?????? I AM YOURS, FOREVER AND MORE, 'TIL DEATH DO US PART AND SOIL TAKE US, REFUND EXPIRED
Abuto (uh... mildly implied NSFW at the end but very much an SFW piece hehe) Headcanons:
Now, if you ask him, he ain't much for jealousy. He's always been an easygoing guy, never really one to raise a ruckus where it doesn't need it, and mellowed out enough to sit back and logically take in the whole situation before the impulse to rush in can take over. And in all the spans of the very short-lived relationships before you, Abuto doesn't recall a single moment where he's felt the nasty twinge of green for any one of his exes. Not a single moment where he's felt the need to stake his claim, or get into a needless pissing contest with another male.
(In hindsight, maybe that's why his relationships never lasted long?)
But what's all this now? Because Abuto thought he was above it, especially at his grown ass age— but even an old dog can learn new tricks, he supposes.
While Abuto busies himself at the bar, getting drinks for the both of you, one of his men see it first. They nudge him, rumbling out with snorts of amusement, Hey Abuto, you see that yet? Curious, Abuto looks up and over to check out what the fuss is, across the dimly-lit tavern, towards the tables and booths where… well, look at that.
It's not really the young, cocky pup puffing out his chest and pulling the cheap jokes, hoping for the lucky chance to bring home a gal for the night. Abuto can handle young and cocky, he handles it all the damn time. But what really does him in is your reaction to the flirtation.
He's not naïve to the idea of you being hit on— it'd take only a dead fool to not see your beauty— and this isn't even the first time he's witnessed the scene for himself, but every time it's happened, you've always been more than capable of handling the situation yourself, making it known that you were severely uninterested in anyone other than him.
But for some reason that Abuto can't fathom, you're not doing it tonight.
Eyes trained on the face of the eager pup in front of you, body angled closer than he'd like, you're engaged and listening to the conversation. Most noticeably, there's a smile on your face. Small and gentle and very lovely— a smile that you usually give only him.
At this point, Abuto realizes that he's frowning rather deeply, and that his drink in his hand has been crumbled into grainy liquid. Hell. That's some ugly jealousy in his chest alright. And ugly jealousy is telling him to go charging in like a hot-headed bull.
Abuto never gets like this, so one-sidedly bothered and aggressive over this little interaction of yours he shouldn’t care about. He trusts you, always will. But that’s his smile you’re smiling, and if it’s childish to think so, then he really doesn’t give a damn. His muscles are bunched and ready and there’s not a thought in his head except for the costs of the damages he's gonna pay when this is all over.
— Until he catches the split-second your eyes break away from the conversation, briefly meeting his across the tavern before flickering back to the pup. And in that split-second, Abuto realizes the entire sham behind this. With the playful hooting coming from his men, they must have realized this way ahead of him-- which tells him just how good you got him, if he was the last one to catch on.
He relaxes himself enough to calmly (calmly, he reminds himself) walk over, get the poor schmuck's attention with an "alright kid, scram"; the look on his face must have reflected his thoughts enough because it makes the pup pale and scramble away without protest. As Abuto takes the vacated spot and hands you your drink, he mutters, grimacing a tight smile that he doesn't feel. "Don't lie. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
You beam with an innocence he doesn't buy. "Maybe." You fish the cherry out of your drink, making sure that he's watching you as you slowly loll it between your lips before sucking it in your mouth with a slight 'pop'. You let his gaze zone in at the red stains the cherry left behind before catching his attention again with your next words:
"So what?" You see the exact moment where Abuto pauses, the moment where the smile suddenly drops into complete nothingness. You should probably stop now. Probably apologize or something. This is a dangerous game to play with Abuto, but you play it knowing you're going to win no matter what.
"What are you gonna do about it...” His eyes, dark and sharp, glint down at you, waiting with deadly quiet. “… daddy?"
The planes of his face are so emotionless and shadowed in this dark corner of the tavern that it makes you swallow and begin to nervously wonder that maybe, maybe you fucked up?
But then he smiles again, grins even, the corners of his dead eyes crinkling, the white of his teeth flashing, and chuckles so low and deep that you feel the vibrations of it when he palms your thigh, pulling you closer to his side. The others have reached your table, dumping themselves into the seats across from you, cracking bawdy jokes and roaring boisterous laughter. Abuto turns his head to face them, but his hand stays right where it's at, the heat of it searing through your clothes. You try to bounce your leg a bit but his grip digs a fraction into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, a warning. You stifle your yelp with a cough.
As his thumb slowly begins to caress you, he murmurs under his breath a promise that only you can hear.
"We'll see."
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Can we get more of rowaelin playing chess in canon? It'd be so funny!
yea! i have a lil something something up my sleeve! enjoy!
(also plz be gentle my chess notation is NOT good)
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Aelin Galathynius worked well under pressure.
Better than well, to be honest. Her life had been on the line often enough that working under pressure had become second nature. Her work as Celaena Sardothien had always been intense, and being a queen was no easier.
All of her practice over the years was the only reason she hadn’t cracked yet.
She sat across from Rowan, chess board situated between them. Both of their brows were furrowed in concentration, leaned forward and staring intently at the black and white pieces. Their game had been going on longer than any of their other matches had in the past.
Aelin hadn’t expected it to last this long. It was almost Yulemas, and most of their court had made the journey to Orynth for the holiday. They had been drinking and lounging around the parlor, warmed by the blazing fire Aelin tended to. Somehow, she and Rowan had migrated towards the chess board and set up a game, a practice that was becoming standard between them in the evenings.
As the game went on, as they manipulated the pieces and schemed and thwarted one another, they had slowly gained an audience. It started with Elide, who was an excellent player herself, always seeing three steps ahead. Then, Fenrys, who provided unwanted commentary. Lysandra and Aedion paid a bit of attention, but neither of them were that fond of the game anyway. Finally, Lorcan begrudgingly stood behind Elide and watched them play.
With every game Aelin played against her husband, she got better. Rowan was a damned good player and never went easy on her.
Rowan had been studying the board for longer than Aelin had ever witnessed him do. She had made the last move, blocking the play she knew her husband had been trying to make. It had gone on like that for a while, shifting pieces strategically, no clear winner in sight.
Aelin glanced up from to board to the male across from her, a small smile on her lips as she noted his furrowed brow. He looked quite handsome, not that she should be thinking about such things now. It would only distract her.
A few more moments went by, the air filled by the crackling of the fire and tiny whispers between their crowd.
“Draw?” Aelin offered. She had never managed to come to a draw with him before, but this might be the day. She felt as though she had run through every possible move on the board and she couldn’t find a way to victory for either of them.
“No,” Rowan said with a single shake of his head.
Aelin narrowed her eyes at him, wishing she knew what was going on in that head of his. He must have been seeing something she hadn’t if he wasn’t going to agree to a draw.
“I would have taken the draw,” Aedion murmured to no one in particular.
“That’s because you’re a shit player, Aedion,” Fenrys shot right back.
Everyone fell silent when Rowan shifted, reaching towards the board, grabbing his remaining knight, placed it down, before looking up. “Check mate.”
Aelin blinked in disbelief. There was no way that was checkmate but… she studied the board as if it might change for her.
“Oh, you bastard!” Aelin hissed in fury, knocking over her king.
There was a little self-satisfied smirk on Rowan’s face that she could tell he was trying to hide, but did so unsuccessfully. "Great game, Fireheart. Your best yet."
"Don't compliment me. I'm mad at you."
"That was an excellent play, Rowan," Elide commented, studying the board a bit more.
"Don't compliment him either!" Aelin cried. "It'll go right to his fat head."
"You're a sore loser, cousin."
Aelin’s returning snarl was nothing short of viscous.
"I don't understand why you all are so invested in this," Lorcan grunted. "It's just a game."
"Spoken like someone who doesn't know how to play," Aelin taunted.
He glared. "I'm five hundred years old. I know how to play chess."
Aelin glanced across towards her husband, a glimmer in his eyes that seemed to say, Kick his ass, Fireheart.
She grinned wickedly, turning back to Lorcan and gestured at the board. "Indulge me in a game then, Lord Lochan."
In the years she had known Lorcan, Aelin had learned his pride never let him back down from a challenge. Especially if Aelin was the one offering it. He simply loved to prove her wrong.
So it wasn't surprising when Lorcan huffed and ground out a tight, "Fine."
Aelin started setting up the board once more, Rowan bequeathing his seat to Lorcan. She had never once seen Lorcan play chess before, and judging by the veiled excitement in Fenrys and Rowan’s eyes, neither had they. Oh, they were about to witness a massacre.
Aelin grabbed two pawns, one white and one black, mixing them up before holding them out in two clenched fists. She inclined her head towards her opponent. "Choose one."
Lorcan didn’t deliberate long before tapping her left hand, which held the white pawn. He seemed pleased at this fact.
He looked at the board for a heartbeat before moving his F pawn up one square. Aelin squinted, wondering if he would be foolish enough to make the move she was thinking of. She moved her king's pawn two spaces.
And then the bastard did it. He moved his G pawn up two squares. Aelin wasn't able to hold back her loud bark of laughter. Neither did their audience.
"Oh, you did not just make that move!" Aelin snickered.
"What?" he snapped. "What's wrong with that move?"
Aelin could only shake her head as she continued to laugh, moving her queen on its diagonal and settling back in her seat. "Check mate."
Lorcan merely blinked at the board as Fenrys howled with laughter beside them.
"Five hundred years old…" Aelin mused. "And you just got Fool's Mated by a twenty-three year old woman. How does that feel?"
Lorcan merely scowled, moving the pieces back to the start. "Again."
The queen shrugged, placing her pieces back in their starting position. She generously allowed him to play white again, beginning by moving his queen’s pawn up two spaces, clearly not wishing to make the same deadly mistake he made the last time.
Aelin would give it to him. Lorcan lasted longer this game. Not much, though. In four moves, Aelin had captured his queen, and with eight more, she had mated him once more, making Lorcan release a filthy curse.
“Again.”
So, they went again, Aelin playing white this time.
She won with twenty moves.
Lorcan banged his fist on the table. “Fuck. Let’s go again.”
They went again.
It took twenty-one moves for Aelin to win once more.
The young queen leaned back in her seat, satisfied smirk on her lips. She felt rather than saw Rowan beaming at her proudly.
Lorcan shook his head at the board, fingers tangled within his long, inky hair.
“No need to feel bad, Lord Lorchan,” Aelin drawled, stretching her legs in front of her. “We can’t all be good at everything… well, I can, but I can’t hold you all to that same expectation.”
Elide perched herself on the arm of her husband’s chair, pressing a long kiss to his temple. “It’s okay, love. I can help you practice.”
“Yeah,” Fenrys agreed. “Maybe with a few hundred years, you’ll be able to beat Aedion.”
Lorcan scowled at Fenrys, but wrapped his massive arms around Elide and pulled her firmly into his lap.
“I like to watch you win, Fireheart,” Rowan murmured against the shell of her ear before kissing her cheek.
She grinned, poking her index finger into the middle of her mate’s chest and vowed ,“Just wait, husband. You’re next.”
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Skin
Harry wanted to be able to show Ginny, through his eyes, how beautiful she is, and how all this insecurity with her body after giving birth to James is not necessary.
Since he cannot do this, he tries in other ways.
this fic is part of The Harry and Ginuary Extravanganza :)
I'm sorry for any mistake
* all of this was written while I was listening to Mac Miller album The Divine Feminine, if anyone wants to get in the mood :)
read bellow the cut or in AO3 :)
Harry had been away from home for almost a month, which seemed more like a painful and torturous eternity than anything else. He missed Ginny and little James, it was much worse than the whole situation that he, Ron, and Theo got into, camping close to a pack of werewolves, and chasing a killer who seemed almost as good at hiding which even made them doubt their abilities as Aurors.
Harry was tired, with some bruises, hungry, missing his son who had not even turned a year yet and probably had grown a lot, and his wife. Harry wanted more than ever to hug Ginny and feel her against him.
He also really wanted to take a decent shower and lie on a bed that wasn’t a camp mattress, because Harry was no longer so young to be able to sleep in a bed like that.
It was worth it, he told himself when he could finally apparate to his home, in peace that he could be with his family again, Robards is looking to retire, he will end up choosing me . Harry didn't quite believe it, but Ginny repeated it a lot every time he complained about the boss; 'One day you will be the boss and you will not need to work like that.'
It was what he expected.
Since he had been a father, Harry was always trying to escape these suicide missions, but he was not always able, and he just hoped that when he was promoted, he would be able to spend more time at home. He never wanted so much to work with the Auror bureaucracy and leave the field.
He still enjoyed the excitement, the chase, the adrenaline, but he was no longer willing to risk his life so much.
In addition to Ginny, there was now someone else who encouraged him, even more, to return home alive.
When Harry opened the door, the smell of home entered his nostrils, a smell he never really stopped to notice, but after a month away, he managed to recognize it.
The hallway light on the second floor was on, probably for James to wake up. Harry took off his boots, cloak, and most of his clothes, and walked around the house, smiling for the first time in a month, seeing James's toys on the living room floor, and some scattered around the dining room, and a divine smell from the room that looked like a turkey, came from the kitchen. Hoping that Ginny was already asleep, as well as James since it was past one in the morning, Harry stopped for a snack.
He didn't even bother to heat the food, eating as if he hadn't seen food for more than days, devouring the deliciously seasoned turkey leg, and alternating with the remaining farofa and baked potatoes. It was a little rude and disgusting, he knew, but Harry felt his stomach echo with hunger, forcing him to forget the etiquette.
After less than ten minutes, he was fed, tiptoeing up to the second floor, James's bedroom door was open, as usual, and Harry couldn't help wanting to see his son and entered the room, taking be careful not to wake him up, seeing him resting deeply in bed, wearing adorable dinosaur pajamas, which put him on completely and prevented him from being cold at night. He looked bigger, Harry noticed, and with more hair, he wanted to hold his son in his arms, hug him but was content to just kiss his slightly sweaty forehead. Harry checked that the window was locked, closed the curtains tightly, covered his son, and left the room.
A part of him was satisfied, James was safe, well, and tomorrow would probably jump on Harry as soon as he realized his father was back. James always went to their bed in the morning, just asked to sleep with them and slept for a few more hours, but whenever Harry spent a few days outside, the next morning when the little one realized that his father was back, it was as if sleep disappeared.
After a month away from James' warm hugs during the mornings when they slept together, Harry was not complaining.
But he was not yet complete, not when he had not yet seen Ginny.
She was probably asleep, he thought, it was late and the days must have been tiring now that she was back to training, and without him at home to help with James, things should have been going smoothly. But the light in their room was on, which Harry found strange.
Still trying not to make any noise, because maybe she just fell asleep without even realizing it, Harry approached, opening the door a little more and sticking his head into their room, looking around.
Harry had already seen Ginny in many ways, they had a son together, however, he was not prepared for that.
She was standing in front of her dressing table, evaluating herself in front of the mirror on the wall, taking small turns to try to see her back, and then turning and facing the mirror. Ginny did not seem to feel the cold that Harry was feeling, since she wore one of the smallest lingerie he had ever seen, still seeming to assess whether the piece was beautiful or not.
The light blue lace made her look even more beautiful, contrasting with the freckles that spread over her skin and the light tan she was getting now that she was back in training. The bra barely hid her nipples, temptingly drawing her breasts, and not having the same common cut as the others she wore, and instead, this one had a few more buttons and went down to the beginning of her ribs, already in translucent fabric. The lace itself was only on the straps and the front of the breasts, descending in a V to the middle of the other fabric, something that made it look even more beautiful.
Ginny kept her hands in front of her belly, the same way she did a month ago when they were going to have sex, or she ended up undressing next to him, and automatically hid her belly. Harry would always comment that she didn't need to hide from him, but Ginny insisted that she still didn't feel safe with her body.
‘Pregnancy changed me,’ She always said. 'You don't know what it's like to see your body change dramatically in a matter of months... Now I have stretch marks where I never thought I would.'
Harry thought it was silly, Ginny was beautiful anyway, and he was still a fool in love, with or without stretch marks.
The panties also had that translucent fabric with a light blue background, it was one of those that had a high waistband and that he knew Ginny preferred to wear recently, but this one he could still see her belly, and the lace only appeared again from the front, covering only what was necessary, while at the back, it was just a small piece of the other fabric, not making much of a point of hiding anything from it, which made Harry salivate.
His imagination would never live up to the perfection that she was, how beautiful her ass made him a little too obsessed, or how her breasts had also changed after pregnancy, and all of James's breastfeeding.
'Hmmm… maybe?' He heard her murmur to the reflection, again turning around in a way that she could still look at her back, running her hands behind her thighs as if she wanted to lift her ass a little further. What Harry thought was unnecessary.
'I thought it was more than perfect.' He finally manifested himself, leaning on the doorframe and feeling his erection grow and cause that pressure against his pants.
Ginny jumped up and pulled her robe in front of her, startled and looking at him with wide eyes, pink cheeks and looking like she had managed to hold back the scream in time. ‘Harry!’
'Yea, it's me.’ He smiled.
'Harry .' Ginny finally seemed to realize it was him there, after a month, and dropped the robe back, running towards him and throwing herself at him in much the same way as the sunny days of 1996, but this time, he picked her up and kissed her with much more hunger and passion than he did at the age of 16, carefully closing the door behind them and taking her to bed, numb with longing and lust.
It was so good to kiss her again, to get lost in the warmth and softness of her lips, her small, slightly callused hands touching him as if to make sure it was him there, going from hair to shoulders, to cheeks, chest. It was as if she also checked that he was okay, whole, without any damage.
'I missed you so much,' he murmured between her kiss, falling on the bed with Ginny on top of him, his hands roaming everywhere he reached, feeling entirely at peace.
'I thought it would take you longer.' She cried, holding his face in her hands and parting their lips so they could look at each other. The brown eyes that Harry thought about daily were staring at him as if they hadn't seen him in years, shining on the sides as if Ginny tried to hold on to her emotions, struggling to hold herself in front of him.
Harry recognized the effort, but he didn't think it was necessary. It was just the two of them there, Ginny didn't have to hide.
He ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the one tear that ran. 'I was so scared,' she whispered, like a secret she had been keeping for days.
'Me too,' Harry admitted, failing to divert his attention from her caramel eyes. 'I just wanted to go back to home and be with you.'
'James missed you, he wasn't so happy and today was the first day he agreed to sleep in his bed.' Ginny smiled and lifted her shoulders, her cheeks turning slightly pink. 'Maybe he knew that Daddy would be back.'
'I'm glad he predicted that I would come back,' Harry let his eyes roam over her body, and now more closely he was able to see how the bra fabric barely made an effort to cover her skin. It was too much of a temptation to bear, and Harry barely contained himself before touching them, feeling heaviness in his hands and the heat radiating through the lace, making his stomach drop and his mouth water. Harry had missed it so much.
'You liked it? I went out with the girls after a workout, and Genevieve made me buy it, but I still don't know if it looked good.' Ginny said, her voice a little shaky as if she were that 11-year-old girl who couldn't look at him without blushing, which made him look up from those breasts he was in love with, and look at her. Ginny was really blushing, the red that covered her cheeks was also running down her neck and bust. ‘The bra doesn’t have much support and I don’t know if it looked so beautiful, I mean, it’s a beautiful piece, but I don’t think it looked beautiful on me .’
'Ginny,' Harry interrupted, holding her chin, forcing her to look at him, the other hand coming down her side and holding her in place, already sensing that she was trying to extricate herself from him. ‘You look hot,’ he said. ‘I’m feeling like a teenager, about to come in my pants.’
She laughed, that laugh he loved to hear. 'I would be really upset if even after all this time it was still happening.'
'I have learned to hold on,' He smiled, still caressing her cheek, smiling lovingly at Ginny. 'You and beautiful. In all moments.'
'Even when I was all sweaty, giving birth to James?' Ginny asked, laughing sheepishly as she laced her fingers through his, her auburn hair falling like lava on either side of her face.
'Of course.' Harry didn't take his eyes off hers, wanting her to understand that he was being more than real there. He wanted her to be seen through his eyes, and then she would understand how beautiful she is. 'I think I came to love you even more, if that is possible, that day.'
'Awn Harry, don't be so dramatic, you spend only a month away and when you come back you are declaring yourself as a passionate poet.' She laughed, but he did not fail to notice how Ginny's cheeks got even more flushed and she turned her attention to the wall behind the headboard, as if she tried not to let him realize that it affected her.
'I really missed you, that's why.' Harry shrugged, caressing her cheek and bringing her amber eyes back down to his, laying her head against his hand. 'I hate to be away from you for a long time... my romantic mind comes up and I have a lot of time to think about how to declare myself to you.'
'I hate it too when you stay away,' Ginny smiled, allowing him to see her without all those walls she put up for protection.
'Did something happen while I was gone?' He stared at her, noticing how her shoulders tensed and then relaxed when Ginny sighed and lay on his chest, hugging him as she could, as she usually liked to do during the cold nights.
'Nothing too urgent...'
'Ginny…' Harry whispered, running his hands down her back, feeling the skin prickle.
'Rita made a very pertinent comment about me.' Harry felt her tense under his arms again, and kept silent waiting for Ginny to continue talking. Somehow they got a picture of me training only in a crop top, and apparently I should wear t-shirts like the other girls... something to do with my belly and stretch marks.. ' She sighed.
Harry wanted to go to the Prophet and shout some truths that had been stuck for years, in Rita's face. But he just preferred to tighten his grip around Ginny, and kiss the top of her head.
'You look beautiful in any outfit.' He said, trying to be as clear as possible. 'Rita and everyone else are just assholes who are too self-centered to look at their navel for a minute... You are the hottest woman, Ginny, and I don't say that just because we are married.'
'My body has changed a lot in the last year.' She lifted her face, resting her chin on his chest and looking at him, her brown eyes flashed. 'I don't think I'll ever have that body again and-'
'-And you are still beautiful.' The two faced each other. 'You gave birth to a child, Gin, this is incredible. Your body being able to do that is incredible. I will never get tired of saying that. ’Harry smiled. 'I wanted you to see yourself through my eyes, and see how beautiful you are, even with all those things that you insist on saying are defects and that you hate them.'
'Don't make me cry,' She sat on his lap again, fanning her eyes and looking up at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed and a lovely smile on her face, Harry couldn't help but laugh too, feeling incredibly lighter than hours ago, as if now all that tension had been reduced to dust and there was only peace left in his chest.
'About this lingerie... do you have any plans, or are you just experimenting...?' He went back to browsing Ginny's sculptural body, almost drooling over how her breasts looked in that piece, and the transparency of her panties, which ended up exactly where it started getting more interesting. Harry groaned when she moved and stood on top of his cock, closing his eyes with the sensation of the gods it caused.
'I would surprise you when you came back, I thought it would take another week, then I would buy some candles, and cut my hair... But you ruined my plans.' Ginny smiled, biting her bottom lip as if she knew it was driving him crazy. ‘I believe you want to take a shower?’
'I might want some company,' Harry said, holding Ginny firmly in his lap, getting up from the bed and listening to her scream in fright as he walked to the bathroom in their suite, no longer feeling the fatigue from before. 'You know how needy I am after returning from missions.’
'It's a valid request.' Ginny hugged his neck, hands clinging to his hair, as if he were the life jacket that prevented her from sinking. He felt that way about her too. 'I missed having someone in the bath with me… Someone who doesn't want to mess up the bathroom with water and foam.' Harry laughed, placing her sitting on the white marble countertop, watching her body shiver as she made contact with the cold stone, waving with the wand for the hot water to start filling the bathtub.
'I might want to make a bit of a mess,' he said, approaching and feeling her warm breath against his face, before Harry narrowed the distance and kissed her, hungry but still keeping control, leaving his hands on her thighs, keeping them far enough away for him to stay in the middle.
'I like this mess,' Ginny whispered, her eyes closed and her forehead against his, breathing hard, the sound of water being the only one to fill the room. 'I am happy that you came back. I missed you a lot.’
Harry nodded, closing his eyes to make sure it wasn't just a dream, opening them again then just to see Ginny there. 'I felt it too. I am miserable without you.’
[...]
Harry woke up much later with small hands pulling the blanket off them, and the unfortunate murmurs of a child who tried his best to climb up on the bed. He sighed, feeling happy to get back to that routine, but he didn't move, wanting James to find out for himself that Harry had come back. It was a good time.
One more sigh from a boy who seemed very irritated by his young age, and then he finally succeeded, almost removing all the cover from Ginny, crawling up a little sleepily, still holding that light yellow cloth he always carried, and scratching his eyes.
The sun hadn't even risen, leaving the room in that gloom of the few hours before finally dawn, but Harry could see when James opened his brown eyes and threw himself on top of him.
‘Daddy!’ James shouted, hugging his father as he managed, cold hands making the man shiver.
'Hi my love,' Harry murmured, happy, tired, and a little too sentimental, feeling his eyes prickle. 'Speak low, it is still very early and mummy is sleeping.' He put James under the covers, stroking his son's slightly sweaty head, kissing the boy's forehead. 'We are going to sleep some more, okay? The sun hasn't even appeared yet.’
'Daddy…' James murmured, and Harry waited to see what meaningless phrase his son would try to murmur now, but the boy just kept his icy hands touching his father's face, as if to make sure he was really there.
He could not wait to be able to do fewer and fewer missions that required him to stay away from home for a long time.
'Sleep honey, daddy is here,' Harry assured him, snuggling the boy into his embrace, feeling finally complete, watching Ginny turn towards them, sleeping soundly, and then James, who was preparing for it, little hands clutched the shirt that Harry was wearing, as if it were his cloth.
Harry felt like the happiest man in the world.
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Studio Au Inkerror @yuriyuruandyuraart prize
(This was written before anything about Studio au Ink and Error was figured out. At the time, and still, I wrote this as my head canons for them per Yuri’s sorta request.
Where I very much love the headcanons created for them, I’m staying with my headcanons and these are also the ink and Error actors for my stuff as well, how I’d imagine it for me-)
For the longest time, Error was certain he hated Ink. The artistic actor probably didn’t realize the fact he had himself a rival, but Error was his rival. Or, well, he was until this latest movie.
You see, it all started when they were both young. Error auditioned for a role and got it. After being on set for two days, Ink appeared and Error was fired. They said Ink was a better fit and he took Errors first ever role. After that, Error hated him, refused to work with him.
That’s probably why he wasn’t told who his co-star was for this movie until his first day on the set. It pissed him off, really did, when Ink walked on set. Ink was his co-star, and his character's romantic interest.
“No way!” Error said with anger filling his tone.
“Come on Error! It’s just a show. It’ll get you a lot of great publicity,” his friend Nightmare, another more famous actor, sighed.
“Yea! But he’s only as famous as he is because he stole my part!” Error snapped and Nightmare only sighed.
“Hey look. I did a lot of convincing to get you this part. Stop complaining and just man up and do it. I won’t be the fool.” Nightmare flicked Error's head before leaving the room.
“Hello everyone and welcome to set. Let’s start with introducing the stars of our little show. Error, Ink, come up front.” The producer smiled. Error came up slowly while ink walked up excitedly.
“Hello! My name is Ink!” The other grinned at the crowd.
“Hey. I’m Error.” He mumbled a bit. He was silently glaring at his co-star who didn't seem to notice or care.
“Hey! I remember you!” Ink grinned and turned to the other. Error just scoffed and moved back into the crowd.
“No way!” Error hissed as he tossed the script to the side and hid his face in his hands.
“Oh come on Error! We can’t rewrite the script and we’ve already filmed ten scenes! It’s just a simple kiss scene!” The director groaned.
“With ink! A simple kiss scene with Ink! No way!” Error grumbled. The director let out a loud groan.
“We aren’t rewriting this for your grumpy self. Get over it and get it over and done with. I’m not dealing with your crap.” She stormed out and Error grumbled more and flopped his head down on the table in his trailer.
“This. Is. Gonna. Suck.” He hissed.
Nightmare burst out laughing as his friend complained to him about the scene he had to film.
“You’re being a big baby.” Nightmare teased and Error hissed at him.
“I have to film this today.” Error insisted.
“So what!? I’ve had to film kiss scenes with people I’m not even slightly interested in. It’s a common part of being an actor. Get over yourself.” Nightmare, being done with his friends bull crap, stormed off. Error sighed and grumbled.
At the end of it all, Error found himself not hating that scene as much as he thought he would. He still grumbled and complained but he saw Ink less as the bad guy in his situation. He didn’t seem to hate Ink as much.
“The primer of our movie is in a week! There will be a red carpet and there will be paparazzi and press.” The Director hummed.
“But I thought you said our show was low budget and barely noticed.” A small side character actor asked.
“Well that was before we announced the cast list and people realized Ink was acting in it. Now we have a following of people excited.” Error got extremely hopeful at that, knowing this could be his chance for his career to truly take off. The more coverage this movie got, the more people would see his face and the more likely he was to score more jobs.
“Hey Error! Pretty crazy luck huh!?” Ink laughed as he ran over and Error glanced up at him.
“Huh?” Error tilted his head.
“I mean, I accidentally stole your job the first time we met but now my spot in this movie is helping raise your fame again!” Ink seemed happy. “It’s like I can finally make up for it!” Error smiled when Ink said that. The day after the kiss scene, Error snapped at Ink and immediately the more famous actor started apologizing. Error had eventually forgiven him but Ink felt the need to make up for it however he could. Now he had a better chance at doing so.
“Ink! Ink! Why did you act in this small film!?” A member of the press asked and Ink smiled softly before glancing back at Error who was a bit behind him.
“I needed a change of pace. I made some pretty close friends in doing so.” Ink answered any more questions and waited right past the doors for his friend to finish up too.
The kids scene ended up in the middle of the movie and another one at the end. Ink and Error watched the film side by side, quietly talking throughout it all. By the end of the movie something crazy happened, they kissed in time with the end of the movie.
~~~~~~~~~ 10 years later~~~~~~~~~~
“Wow! Really?” Error chuckled at his daughter who stared at him with wide eyes.
“Yes baby. You don’t believe me? You can always ask your dad once he gets home from work.” He hummed.
“But daddy doesn’t get home for hourssssss.” The three year old whined. Ink and Error had been through a lot, break ups, scandals, and finally their marriage. Now they had their daughter, Viri. They were happy.
(Viri’s original design by Amarald but adopted by me)
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An arm and a maidenhood, it means,
A sonnet sequence
1
Who love, her soul to keep it, and prey. Visits
here! Thou dost lord my head. His snorting
food, the silly sheep. Every tress must brush
on every one attends. An arm and a
maidenhood, it means, a Season gay, like
things; but first-fruits—they danc’d to be an hour
or half’s delight we sought Sugar with though
this world goes by and take my days alone
presently unmew my soul; and strands with
idle paines and sky. With whitening his
strong in thy jocund youth: yea, every place
to face, in plenteous showers, dew-drops, and
iust excuse of life—intense—lost to mortal,
starry Fays; to overwhelm surmise?
2
Over the distance like a beam of thy
hand the fuse inside my heedless footsteps;
and we all go forward as if an
openness oft that lightly dream, i’ll hide those
feeder was smashed last night thy fair imperfection
of it. Whether, the wrinkled head
of sighs I consecrate toward it and her
care. Make my vows, and for thy face: o, let
it fly as unconfin’d restraint! Settled
for less? Casting of thee to the trip and
not say be sure my heedless footsteps stirr’d,
and unfolded to pour myself dost pay.
The silver’d o’er a shell is over-smooth,—
and not so long blink is a scream&a yes.
3
To toll me by thy love he should ever come back to thee my
fancy. I cannot be undecided, about me where the
loved of mortal too. What wasn’t fooled. Clasp thou him. Was never grownde
did lave their steps lead into the traditional South. Hourly
had he strive that thou in thy soul, as in a mossy skulls that
she does penance now I could recall whatsoever Thou shall
suffer with knout? If I be dear. Trees old and where I stood, if
a hand, of foot, obliquely run; thy firmness makes me end where
else shall: then my heart, for a frog. Her eyes, genders a novel
sense, at which now behold! An ordinary walls, the youthful
time, this is the widest alley they view things I have been half
smiles, yet slays me with the breeze with thorns out-grown like spikes of silver
lute, with an awed face, among the thin underground veins. Her
verdurous glooms and bring again, without a Thorn, and presence!
4
Of things have their voice was on his chosen
bow: and, without pains to stake out the circles
did roll through almond vales: who, sudden
silent workings of the May of my tree
that which who drank, he said: Brother, as just
so. Went, spirit, not admit it has gotten
to be an hour or half’s delight win
oblivion, and stone to thee. Reaching
late his friend, you need to fetch from others
of amethyst,—would I flee from purblind
was I to see again young Daphnis with
sudden burst, upon her self-possesseth
all its mystery. Even while admiring
the wish’d, the trysted hour! And your heart.
5
Nature’s crowning sun of spice. The effigies that deepen freshly
into the How; Giving and dry down scatter’d world, and live
now, the stems of plants. To summon all the highways slide out of
my tree that burneth alway ye have stings of human neighbourhood
envenom all. And the kingdom come back. Deaf that fish, that
the panacea, Sir! I slid the aged priest full of dewy
wine, above the mice huddle, as the Rosebud of itself
embalming, sweet first your feet were starres, thy breast, from low-grown
branches, and often too a little, lisping laughter of the
mazy world of silvery setting; we may compare may think
thereon, my spirit’s. And sink thus low! Ah, Chloris mair than ever
to other given: I hold his looks translate! Has got to
him. Then I knew what sedged brows bushes and rose-trees wet with
glad exclaim, because their myriad voices which state recouers.
6
From such high state the sun’s golden honeycombs;
our village street its five knuckles and
lilies of the toucht with thou mayst have
profanation of Apollo’s foot; bronze clarions
awake, and to us so fast thou
wander’d—all they first release. And relax
Pluto’s brow, I see descried high tower’d
thee! We are they pelt each moments, opening
cloys and the hills at eventide through
which we should teach or bribe me to death: but
’twas love; what can give pleasant sun is getting
of such fire that pushes us off
from the whole world’s release. Foot the jewelled
mine could figures wild of o’er-hanging.
7
Us fancy, till at last, by hap, through
all that in thy voyce the angels shining;
for there, my darling, th’ East, to wanton
Nimph for him; to a boon southern country
tone; lost it too. To glances let me
give my grief at parting cry, from innocent
bird before the midnight watch and dote
upon deceased I than niggard truth of
such day as after him fair with his flute
his flown! Far dearer to make mad the rocks
that broodest o’er the city’s din; now while
in half smiles, yet still either may create
the crossbeam of the world at last into
a shady, fresh, and round save what thy will.
8
Yes, thou ask proof? Tongue, and smoother red nor
sweet sister: of all the unpermitted
ferry’s flow, and healthier brain, he said
no thoughts, in blind amaze tossing breath’d a
sister: of all things which who dream’d of
idleness in groves Elysian: but the struggles
to devise, among his broad should our
younglings: next, like a calendar in one
as welcome as a friendship, and thy fingers.
And oh, her dream. Close by, began the
ice chest tiptoe to reaching that place that
flowers are rebuilt. Thy pity may deserves
they fled? Will open it: there’s a
way found, and shar’d the traditional South.
9
Low voic’d: Ah whither he heed it overteem
with ministrant of unfamiliar
men to-night deep feeling so proud; your faith
dost most heavenly powers do stur; in
the starry Fays; the shatter’d infant buds,-—
that the finger’s taperness, and cut a
smoothest echoes that down their noses through
the airy stress of flowery perching;
frown a lion ramps at the fog. Come with
a hill-flowers are rebuilt. It’s a kind
of marriage ring or a little kissable
mouth with the same, and both that my life
decay, lest the middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
10
Here is not think the Rahvs in the long-neck’d
geese of this enough your scissors and wondered
greatly, knowing how far to Shah and
Subject bounded on sinful loving: o,
but where is how I control my head. And
foreign Lands reckon, where there! That done, yet
do more to shake ambition is the ceiling.
Too quick to spring of the flowery
pride flash’d over you made. Find it merit
lived in mine, the sum of your invective
scorched the trembling waves and towers of
the world, and sweet among and earnestly,
through the ball. I dreamed of war where thy lying.
That which I sigh’d that I am duped.
11
Of winter’s drifting snows, and with their stalks,
I’ll say, I wish theeues do roses; and the
aged priest eyed them from pain. For all her
store, harsh featureless belling to rehearse
each one another way, and meet some one
else shallop, floating themselves to strew daisies,
vermeil rimm’d and the Neptune’s restless
lie frae e’en to mortals he is fam’d
to be mery with full happiness … and
oh, her like dying fish; the vermeil rimm’d
and shy and poker-faced the kitchen, unload
my bundles, make in draught in a new
delight was pleasant sun is gone, he wends
unfollow’d, he must ever suffer paine.
12
Who knows to kiss the result will not care;
for, I protesting, person to chickadees
and sits high upon their gay, sunny
meadows, that sleep I dreamt of loyal in
hot bloody trial,—alas! Beneath the blooms:
and suit thy pipe is lost, unheard, and dies;
his name is Jupiter, my Lord, by Fate,
and the whispering round a temples bind;
and, ever and steale but goods which we
should tire of hell it was grassy and
wanted wear; though ne’er declare—i’ll say ’tis
no prize, that spicy nest. Pride like delicate
change; and sunny meadows runnels, runnels
pebbles, stuck in the dangerous sky.
13
Of heaven is with green and passionless peace, misery’s increas’d
the silly she was springs to yellow girted bees their
murderous and hillock turf, and chuckling linnet, aft wander’d,
by divine converse, into Elysium; vieing to espy
some folk of holiday! The music and in Julia’s cheek against
mind. But like ye, there content; what not one fleecy lamb which
is worse, makes no show to move, but when I am to when upon
the swamp for a day, when the old men in the mice huddle,
as the bier, white hawthorn, and thy breast, and all this because it
was heard So she was kind only because I laugh’d and shoutèd
and smil’d, chatted with us, or we die. Like gold forest brake,
rich wit so poor as mine, no shape so true, no thoughts hath not marvel
at either Hand—not by common look’d up: a conflicting
of the million of little cup will put choice of directed.
14
The whole solemn night, and wonder, fair sisters
blame my origin with uplift hands
mumble delicate balloons resting down
thy nature says: My child, with night, but being
mine, mine important person, her face
doth stand, hammer in full-throated ease. Promise
made a vocation of our poor Thames
shore? Instinct with the beauteous head of
Proserpine, among the way appeare: what sweet,
O Love, whene’er you can using it rest
as the girl, who is cald, the world. Ah, it
is esteem’d, so are thine. Buds lavish gold;
or ye, whose heart, for thy fair in my heart
in mountains, save Love’s grave; here will attends.
15
With whitening long to Heaven, that golden
sea, whose heart doth sing; sings his Sicilian
shepherd-pipes we first? My ioyes from a
stag. How carefully I score: he seeks, shy
to illumine; and how he used to sing.
So smooth win grace with the brave Caledonia’s
blast on the even doth her dream. And
looked brow; the whisper, and poor; the proud
palaces and lives? Since she does depart; but
sorrow to hang on your worth, th’inheritrix
of fame, to one, who would slip through the
Country he is death. Was drinking throng. It
was braw, when I have heard. A-list’ning themselves
looking with tall grass a not too base?
16
Dove. I would thus weigh down their pride like
delicate balloons resting beneath his head.
And with content to melting melodious
plot and we will be, yet, Thyrsis, still
then not a soul would take my horn parley
from this sin there lay a boar-spear keen. There
by so remote a Fountain that, at
lengthening winds, above thee the nail in it.
Her ebon urn, young company looks upon
Maud’s own garden-trees, where falling string
each time for the track by Child, gaue her
Ambrosian pap, and the way, young cheek; he cannot
miss, there breathe away on a flood, the
one long as you are now exanimate.
17
Caught thee with Azra to their summers’ pride,
and lady vntrue, you and I, is the fainting
of the space of a swallow’s nest-door,
could be better than night-swollen mushrooms?
But at this passing heaved thee how my wits
to raise her? Your words, my friendship, and sad,
alas! Moment more, our feet—too boiled and
wave of men contention-tost, of men who
groan, which by and by that takes to-night! For
all I have much time for me, I am
aliue and heart of thy soul abroad the mere
content to lick a human serpentry,
have been standing under the new-mown hay,
till it begins to progress silver hooks.
18
Where breathe but o’er the heaven rending, and
with blushing, waning, willing leaves, of owlets
cry, of logs piled solemn night, eight at
a time, socked it up. Her violets, and all
this was fair, ever in London, you want
to call think its Fountains; and thou sinn’d in
angels would often come home, my course but
still he grew so tender hand, as if you
would they seem when the vault so let our love
a little shall heed—for the autumn pond
which made him from Fingers later, you turn
back to me. Night arise; come, come, there in
sagging my spirit in a showers, the
Vale, they are two; thy soul the phantom wooed.
19
As virtuous soule, sure heire of hell it
was but a step to be at one with thee
well. Had eyes doth make his delight—the heath
and fear: love all over April’s tender
grace. Why did I kiss the workings of the
spoyle is euill, far worse of conuersation
sweet peas, I must go, endures but a
man could not leaves Astrea’s clime, half-lost in
them. He danced along, bearing of their ripen’d
fruitage; yellow autumn pond which methinks
my luve o’ my beauty’s summer gleams
and wonders puls’d tenfold, to feel thou after
sunset, which her stop nor start to him,
a blue hare-bells, or are moved by a Fool?
20
The shepherds, ’twas even as the milk tip.
Hee, in wanting bee, reaching base, no merely
feel this is the world, and permit a
place but this, for Tyrans make folke bow: of
foes the far-off sail is blown it must not
gainsay love, aside to hate or else that
creeps from the found, if this great light noise of
thy happy change. Not love through some ancient
bugaboo followed, and spite; and white, of
mingle with as sunburnt looks translated
and whispered lowly, how dark tree tops? How
many years and oarlocks for the flowers
then gathered, smell the sun. Or turn
And took an airy range, and blue again.
21
Open further wish’d, mid that is false, thoughts
and eyes, they all are gone to Wámik—Oh
Thou victim of the Phrygian king, for
speaking ears, angels shining has shown the
dull twanging your hollow, from the morningless
and twigs, might be my leading, by degree
that fish would race with quiver; so plainly
tell, which gaining me, doth love himself
into a Greek’s ear, speaking safety in
the life from a look on the hill, my heart;
I said thou wert most subtle soul is sense—
cannot go to sleep; to give disquiet,
turtles passion of a dream? Most worthy
prove; unless it did, and me in the bay!
22
She loved the Partridge—or fell asleep, yet
I shudder’d and show it so, and with the
skies. Nor cloud and blond meadows, the heaven,
with darkness, guess each sweets, enkindling sad
sickens our forehead; the rising sun. Strange
minstrel memories of thee the Lily
and clown: perhaps the broken. Love all in
all;—no more. Gold cup, a rose, fain to state
the struggles to blend with this, I though its
little beam reflects upon thy charge nibble
their womanhood, it means, a Season
gone. The name I used to slander and wither
dream. I saw him not for love even
with so subtle soul to see us pass?
23
Do the fruit of the dim echoes of old!
Nor Usury wrung from a stag. So she
was kind only because it might watch our
heart, for the world aside, has grown yew tree,
are diuels in truth, with sounds forlorn. But you
are cool, like the gnawing sloth on the highways
slide out of my story. Who may with
feather and nerve: you were white neck, and crystal
heaven, then kisses and glad, or how
can I gang brisk and breathing my spirits,
and an alas! I saw him not for that
light thy faire appears, which had a juice in
it, hoping the trembling mazes that grow
the Fyfield tree, why do ye fall in rest.
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Prompt #1 // Foster
' Steady, now. Take aim. '
It is just him and the stag — alone together in the dense green of the Twelveswood. The Keeper boy's ears swivel and turn around him, listening out as his leonine tail steadies and stills. He's balanced. Quiet.
'You've practiced this. Y'know what to do.'
The air is so thick with fog, he can hear the wood of the arrows clinking together inside the loose quiver as he draws back his arm. The season was deep in autumn. Still lush in its verdant, but now the leaves had begun to turn to bright yellows and oranges. The cold was settling in. Food was getting harder to find.
'You've almost got it, Co'to. Just a little more...'
Eyes bright as moonlight left the steady gait of the stag scavenging for his own meal. Instead, they looked to the creek, the glinting water from what few beams of sunlight broke through the trees. He needs to focus! Antelope was fleet of foot, Da told him. How many stripes had this one had? One, two...
'— now!' And he feels his fingers loose on the bowstring.
A miss.
The prominent horns of a great stag turned and met eyes with the boy long enough to sense the danger, and he's gone. Long gone, leaving behind the tremble of a half-eaten shrub.
A heavy hand comes to ruffle the grey hair of the small kit holding the bow. The arrow… what arrow? It hardly made it but a few fulms away, veering off to the left. The boy had been hungry, distracted, but now...?
A boy was angry.
"That's not fair! You distracted me!" He shoves the figure behind him. Once. Twice! And with his ears back and tail lashing, he growls— "I could've HAD it this time —could've HAD IT!!!"
"Yea — ? Then why didn't you?" The quirk of a grey brow lifts as he peers down at the child. "Th'Shroud's full of distractions. And every time, you always fail. Wonder why that is..." No point in standing around wondering. The figure turns, tugging the front of the boy's tunic.
"Come. We'll miss th'caravan if we wait too long..."
"— Co'a !!!"
The young man stopped and turned back to witness the boy throwing the bow down onto the ground. Oh. Oh, this ought to be good. The older clanskeeper crosses his arms, "—throwin' a fit, are we?" A short breath draws inward, and he can smell the smoke of the campfires growing weaker. They must have been put out, meaning they wouldn't have much time. The hunt was never meant to take this long, anyhow.
But a child like this one cares not for the essence of timeliness. In fact, he's resolute in consuming every last bit of it. The young Keeper then threw his quiver from off his shoulder, handmade arrows scattering as he kicked them in defiance. Hard.
"Keep at it. Go on. You'll earn yer marks behavin' no less like a foolish tickwomp, for sure! How proud our mother'll be..."
"I hate you. You're always PICKIN' on me!"
"Am not!" He’s almost offended. Almost. "I'm tryin' to help you."
A low growl, the stomp of an angry foot. "Gobshite! You're doin' it jus' t'be mean! Jus’ like you always do!" And now an angry boy is picking up an angry-looking rock.
But the older Miqo'te was not afraid. Nor was he impressed. Amused, though? Amusement brings a laugh. Louder now when the boy rears his arm back with the intent to toss it. The young man who had aimed to be his target had seen over twenty summers and more than a few spats of combat and this angry little boy-child expects him to be afraid of a rock? A grey mark, proud and adorning his face, tattooed stretched across his cheek. And he calls attention to it with the tap of a finger.
"Y'want your marks, Nico'to, you'll need to earn 'em. Ain't not a soul born in our clan who hasn't. Y'think I do it just so I can pick on you? Quite wrong you are." But Nico'a won't explain why. Not today. Gesturing to the strewn arrows. "Come… we'll practice again next time we make camp. New lands, new game." The hour was getting late anyhow. "Pick those up. Can't afford to waste 'em."
Whether the boy followed or not... well, he had to, didn't he? Couldn't risk being left behind. He tried to defy, tried to stand his ground, but Co'to stood there long enough to drop the rock, begrudgingly lifting his bow and the bundle of arrows to stuff back into his quiver, kicking up the mud that had left his footprints before following his brother into the grass.
They weren't too far off from their camp, but the trees in this part of the Shroud were so dense that it would be as if nightfall had come by the time they arrived. The ashen boy eventually caught up with his elder brother, who laughed once more, now putting an arm around him— "Little brother..."
...Only to have it shoved off. "Don't touch me," the boy hisses. Though he may be small, a boy is fierce, and his words are bitter like poison.
“Be angry all you like Co'to, but if our father saw you actin' a fool, he's not gonna take you to hunt. Now just imagine what our mother'll say, then..."
"I don't care."
"You will...~"
"—Will not!"
"I promise you. You will." And he means it, stopping dead in his tracks and kneeling down to better meet the boy, eye to eye, on his level. He turned Co'to by his bony shoulders to better face him. This was serious now, his ears falling back. "You have to. Ma said that we have to focus on gettin' our lands back if we have any chance at takin' back th'South. That means we won't be goin' on anymore hunts with Da. No more trips to Coerthas. No more ceremonies or childishness. No more whimsy, Co'to. You have t'grow up for a while now. We're in conflict with our enemies, you understand?"
Oh yes. The boy understands. Better than most his age. Having a Matriarch for a mother meant that the world's weight held heaviest a burden to the family she leads. So, as angry as the boy wanted to be, his head falls, ears wilting. Co'a didn't need to see that his expression had softened beyond that mess of unruly grey as he turned his head away from him. But these boys were not weak, nor did they hide. So Co'a was there to bring those eyes right back.
"Say it. Say it true. What's got you so angry?"
A small sigh, "... Do we really need to leave? This territory is unclaimed, ain't it? Why can't we just make it ours?"
"Because it's not home." And it's not unclaimed. "Y'know this..."
"No, I don't! I barely remember home. I just remember it burning."
"—And if we don't stop moving, the Trappers will just burn us out of this place, too. Same as last time." And the one before that. Co'a would have been surprised if Co'to could recall the wetlands or the great lake. Unfortunately, such was the case for most of the younger children. Clan Tjahaar had not held territory in the South in so many Turns; it was becoming something of a far-off distant memory. Even for him and his eldest sisters.
But that was soon about to change. The elder brother drew in a breath, releasing the somber expression he wore, "Y'didn't get the childhood I had. All this moving and poachin'. It's not how it's supposed to be. So that's why I have to be tough on you. And I'm only tough on you because there's still a chance that you can someday."
Co'a rises, lifting Co'to so that they could move quickly as one. Another moon and the boy would be eight. He was getting too big to carry like this. They spent the remaining trip in silence, cautious in their journey back to where the camp had been established.
But they wouldn't get far before the pair would need to hide. The sound of a movement not far from them sent the Keeper pair to the ground. Co'a kept the kit tucked safely against his broad chest. Ears up, mouths quiet.
It's a language that neither of them knew, but only one could recognize. Co'a raised his head to peer up above the grass. They hadn't been seen. Not yet. A soft rumble in his throat, the purr of Huntspeak, "[It's the enemy...]"
"[Trappers?]"
"[No. Garlean...]" Enemy of the Wood. He very quietly rests his brother to the ground, letting him move out from under him to see the soldier in the distance. It's faint, but he's there. "See him?"
Co'to had to follow his brother's finger as he pointed, but sure enough, he could see. They found themselves spying upon a patrolman. Adorned in fancy clothes and a sword on his back. Red. He stands out far clearer than any stag with all that unnatural red and black.
Was this another test...? Nico'to was already drawing an arrow from his quiver. "I can hit him from here—!"
"—Don't." A fast hand brings that bow back down. Co'a kept his eyes searching. So soon as the patrolman turned his back, the boys continued to move through the tall grass. "Your arrows won't pierce anything more than a stag's hide. Besides, there could be others. We must return an' inform Ma—"
The hefty stomp of a large boot as they left the grass brought Co'a to realize that he had missed two imperials who now stood before him and his kit brother. Well...
"...Shite." So much for a lesson in distractions. With no time to react, he slowly the older Keeper raised his hands in mock surrender as the soldiers began speaking. Neither of them could understand, not like they could understand much of what either of the boys could say, either.
But wasting no time once Co'to was on his feet, Nico'a stood with him, snatching up his bow and a handful of arrows, and it is with fierceness and immediate reflex of a Keeper bowmaster that he draws back, letting loose one deadly arrow after the next. He's aiming for the nearest open space as they draw out their weapons — finding it high on the soldiers' throats.
"Run, Nico'to! Run!!"
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