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lord-sharl-perceval · 1 year

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Champagne Problems

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Summary: In which Charles comforts a crying girl on a cold London night. Warnings: Mentions of death (made up friends & made up brother), angst, fluff, use of google translator for french curse word, overly romanticized for entertainment purposes. Notes: Also english is not my first language, so criticism is always welcome, but please be kind xx Word Count: 2.7K

Masterlist

Part Two: The Deal

Part Three: Karma Is My Boyfriend

Part One: The Sweet Stranger

»your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet, your heart was glass, I dropped it. Champagne problems«

"Excuse me?"

You winced noticeably before you turned your head into the direction wherefrom the voice had spoken to you. Just a few meters away a young man dressed in a suit was standing there.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a worried expression on his face. Taken by surprise you nodded, assuring the stranger you were fine. However he furrowed his brows dubiously, not believing you.

"Are you sure? You're crying" he noted with a french accent, fishing a tissue out of the inside of his jacket and handed it to you carefully.

"Thank you" you mumbled, accepting the tissue, using it to wipe away the tears from your cheeks.

"Do you need to call someone?"

"No, thank you" you replied and turned your gaze towards the distance.

"Alright" he breathed, abutting on the blue railing of the Bridge.

"But I'm definitely not leaving you on your own"

"Pardon?" Perplexed you faced the young man, who just looked at you with raised brows.

"What?" He took a step aside.

"There you go, safety gap"

Still startled you simply stared at him, confused by what the man was doing. All you wanted was time to yourself to process the horrendous evening you had just experienced.

"Why?"

Anxiety started to pile up, of course you couldn't spend some time by yourself on the Tower Bridge at night without encountering strange men that wouldn't leave you be. Frowning the brown haired man scanned you from head to toe.

"Well, you're by yourself in the middle of the night standing on a bridge, crying, your heels are off. It's chilly and you're wearing a spaghetti strap dress without a jacket"

You gasped for air.

"Wait-, no-" you shook your head frantically but then looked down on yourself and quickly realized where he was coming from.

"Fair enough" you snorted, running your fingers through your thick hair in frustration.

"I do not want to commit suicide if that's what you thought" you responded horrified, although you couldn't help to feel relieved at the same time. The man apparently wouldn't go, because he sincerely wanted to make sure, you were fine instead of intending to harass you.

"I'm relieved" he breathed out.

"But still you seem to be upset about something. Do you want to talk about it? It can help to pour your heart out to a stranger" he offered and smiled softly.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" You retorted, wrapping your arms around yourself in attempt to warm your cold body. Melodic laughter escaped his lips.

"Coud say the same thing about you or do you always take strolls in dresses and higheels?"

The corners of your mouth twitched hardly noticeable at his words.

"I think, I've already embarrassed myself enough"

"This is your opportunity to embarrass yourself even more" the stranger responded sounding oddly encouraging.

Baffled you eyed the man, for the first time noticing how handsome he was. You couldn't clearly see his eye color due to the faint lighting of the bridge, but you already knew his eyes were your favorite feature of his face.

"I'm a stranger to you and you are a stranger to me. We both couldn't care less, if we made fouls out of ourselves" the brunette, young man reasoned.

"You frenchman are strange" you shivered, feeling your hands ache in the cold wind as you rubbed your arms.

"Thank goodness, I am not french then" he said, his smile broadening until the dimples appeared. After you flashed him a puzzled look, he started to snicker.

"I am from Monaco" he clarified.

"And that doesn't make you french?"

"We prefer being called monegasque" the brown haired man explained.

"Sorry" you shuddered.

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful"

The man shook his head.

"Don't worry about it" he assured you, observing shortly after that you were strongly trembling in consequence of your light clothing.

"You're freezing" the monegasque remarked and took off his jacket.

"May I step closer?"

You wanted to decline his unspoken offer, but instead you nodded, getting a whiff of the pleasant scent of his perfume as he came closer and put his black jacket around you.

"Very kind of you" you mumbled, shyly smiling at him.

"I'm y/n by the way" you introduced yourself, while extending your hand to greet him.

"Charles" the monegasque answered, shaking your ice cold hand.

"Sharl" you repeated the french and, in your opinion, more fancy version of the name Charles.

"So tell me y/n, what brings you here in the middle of the night?" Charles asked, after you both turned towards the River that reflected the lights of the city.

"I ran away"

Tears welled up in your eyes, as soon as you thought back on the unpleasant event that had happened earlier this evening.

"After my boyfriend proposed to me" you proceeded, while pulling the jacket closer.

Charles carefully watched your expression, you looked devastated and guilty. Tears ran over your cheeks again, staining your face with mascara. He could see how sorry you were, how much abandoning your boyfriend was nagging on your conscience. The pained expression on your face made it somehow easy for him to empathize with you, even though your boyfriend was the one deserving the empathy.

"And it wasn't even that we never talked about marriage, of course we did and I was convinced I wanted this, but I guess, I didn't know the real answer until he went down on one knee. Ironic, huh?"

You faced him, finally catching a better sight of his pretty eyes, nevertheless you couldn't put your finger on the exact color of them. Maybe they were green, maybe hazel, they could have been ocean blue as well.

"You must think, I'm a cruel person" you snuffled, using the tissue to stop the tears.

But Charles shook his head.

"I'm not one to judge" he assured, handing you another tissue.

"But if you talked about it, what made you run away?"

You inhaled deeply, crossing your arms in front of your chest, after you wiped your nose.

"I believe, that love isn't for everybody" you turned your head away from him, gazing into the distance.

"For a long time I thought, I was one of those people. That was until I met Will, my boyfriend. He was very patient with me, never gave up on me and made me slowly like the idea of marriage and starting a family"

With a deep sigh you then continued.

"But seeing him get down on one knee made me question our whole relationship, it made me realize that I never wanted this" your voice broke and once again tears were brought to your eyes.

"And hearing him say these words felt like hands around my neck, they suffocated me" you bit your lip.

"So I ran"

You paused and he couldn't find the right words to say.

"I understand" Charles then responded compassionately, taking a closer look at your beautiful but sad face. Your jawline was clenched, your cheeks rosy, the big eyes glassy.

Even while crying she was gorgeous Charles thought. You both kept silent. Charles thought of ways to make you feel better and you choked on your sobs, desperately trying to calm down.

"Let's walk a bit, we don't want people to think we're planning on jumping off of the bridge, do we?" Charles suggested after a short period in attempt to make you smile. And he succeeded as he managed to bring a smile to your face.

"I can't walk through the city looking like a Panda though" you sighed followed by silly laughter. Charles watched your face light up and as he did so, he couldn't detain chuckling as well.

"May I help?" He asked politely, whereat you had to smile brightly.

"Yes, you may" you giggled.

"What?"

"Is every monegasque guy as polite as you are?"

"Most of them are" he replied, carefully wiping away the mascara stains off your face with a tissue. Meanwhile the monegasque cleaned your face highly focused, you were able to take a closer look at his beautiful eyes, finally registering his eyecolor. They were hazel with blue flecks, by far the prettiest pair of eyes you had ever seen.

"There you go, no more panda eyes" Charles grinned confidently.

"Merci"

"De rien"

For a moment you both tensley stared into each others eyes, forgetting your surroundings and circumstances for a split second up until reality crashed in on you, brought you both back to here and now. Charles cleared his throat and nodded towards the way back to the city.

"Let's go"

Quickly you slipped in to your uncomfortable higheels and walked awkwardly next to the taller brunette.

"Why would you believe that love isn't for everyone?" Charles questioned to start another conversation.

"Because I've seen it" you smiled sadly.

"My parents were never happily in love, my mother spent all their marriage cheating on him with different men until my dad's had enough and divorced her"

Charles' curious expression swiftly saddened as he heard your parents story and started to understand why you were so troubled with love.

"I'm sorry to hear"

"And yes, it's my parents business, but while my father was clueless about my mother's infidelity, I knew all along, since I was 13"

"That must have been horrible. Didn't you ever tell him?"

You bowed your head in shame and shook your head.

"No, my Dad and I never had the closest relationship and it's not that I've admitted it to myself back then, I've supressed it for years" you explained, burying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.

"When you love someone, the least thing you want to do, is hurt them. My parents hurt each other pretty badly, all the time. They are incapable of love"

Charles remained silent, he wasn't convinced of your statement, but unlike your parents his parents had had a loving relationship. They had set the perfect example for him and his brothers, they taught them what it meant to love and to be loved.

"I can already hear them talking behind my back: she would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame, she's fucked in the head" you changed the topic and laughed scornfully. The monegasque shook his head, loosening the tie around his neck.

"It's okay to choose not to get married" he told you, shooting you a reassuring look.

"Although running away wasn't the ideal way to decline his marriage proposal" he joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Tell me, you were alone with him"

You couldn't help but to smirk at Charles' comment. You knew, it wasn't funny, that you had to take full responsibilities of your actions once you got back, but right now you just wanted to allow yourself for only a few minutes to laugh about it in order to relieve the stress that had built up.

"I wasn't" you confessed guiltily.

"He proposed to me on my party"

"bordel de merde!" Charles cursed in his native tongue in disbelief and bursted into laughter.

"I changed my mind, you are a cruel person" he bantered as though he had known you for years already. You didn't counter, you just laughed with him. Charles meant it as a joke, but you understood that leaving your boyfriend behind with all the guests made you indeed a cruel person.

"Now to you: what were you doing on the bridge?" You asked full of curiosity.

"I needed some fresh air, I've had a rough evening" he grinned, even though there was a glint of misery in his eyes.

"What happened?"

"My family and I hosted a charity event on behalf of my deceased brother and my best friend" Charles responded, slipping his cold hands into his pockets.

"I'm sorry, did they pass recently?"

"No, my best friend passed away 5 years ago and my brother 7 years ago" suddenly his voice sounded evenly.

"Does it ever get better?" You asked cautiously to which he just sighed.

"No" his lips formed to a small, but sorrowful smile again.

"Some days are just less tough than others" Charles ran his long, slender fingers through his brown, untamed hair, releasing another, deeper sigh.

"In 2019 I also lost another friend and ever since that this crippling anxiety has been haunting me, the fear that I might lose another person that I love. I wouldn't survive that" he loosened his tie another time and also opened the first two buttons of his shirt as though he felt smothered by them.

"I spent hours and hours contemplating if I ever wanted to start a family one day and the answer was always the same: no, because to start a family meant more to lose" Charles added, meanwhile tears had welled up and gleamed in his eyes. You didn't notice that a teardrop fell from your eye and rolled over your cheek. You were moved by his words. What Charles had been through was unimaginable.

"I'm honestly so sorry, Charles. I've been whining all night about my problems, that definitely seem like champagne problems compared to yours and-"

"Y/n! It's fine!" Charles interrupted and laid his hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

"I approached you, remember? I was worried and I wanted to make you feel better and guess what? You made me feel better"

Perplexed you looked into his handsome face, recurringly getting lost in those hazel eyes of his.

"Sorry" you whispered and felt blood rushing to your face, tinging your already read cheeks crimson.

"You've apologized enough for today, don't you think?" He said with a crooked smile on his face, hardly any trace of grief left.

"You're right" you agreed with the monegasque.

The rest of the night you two strangers spent talking about everything and anything. You gave Charles a little London tour, showing him the true gems of your hometown, at least that what could be seen at nearly 12 A.M. Like silly children, you had been fooling around, both forgetting what an awful evening you both had had. When it was slowly time to part ways, Charles kindly accompanied you to the next taxi rank.

For a few meters you and the monegasque walked silently next to each other through the illuminated city of London. Both lost in thought, enjoying each others company without the deafening silence that would have came alongside awkwardness.

"I think, I just proved, that I'm no better than my parents. I've hurt the person that I love the most. I'm incapable of love just like them" you muttered as the realization came to you.

"I don't believe that" Charles disagreed.

"Love is not just a strong feeling, it's a choice and sometimes people stop choosing and that is fine"

You didn't respond, the heavy weight of your heart made itself noticeable, causing a feeling of paralysis.

"Do you wish, you had accepted?"

"No" you whispered.

"Then you're already more self-reflected than your parents" Charles contended.

"Is he a good man?"

"The best" you responded without hesitation.

"Then be honest with him, you owe him that"

You nodded nervously, already scared of the utterly unpleasant, but necessary conversation with your boyfriend.

"Thank you, Charles"

"You're welcome, y/n"

Finally a taxi was in sight, that you quickly hailed with a hand gesture.

"Give me your phone" you quickly demanded.

Confused the monegasque handed you his phone, after unlocking it for you. As fast as you could, you typed down your phone number and gave it back to its owner.

"For when you need to completely embarrass yourself" you smirked at Charles, before you took off his jacket and returned it to him as well.

"Thanks" Charles laughed and opened the door for you.

"Goodbye, Charles Leclerc"

Caught off guard he widened his eyes and held the door open after you got into the car.

"You know my full name, it's only fair to know yours as well"

"Y/n y/l/n" you answered right before you closed the door and the taxi took off.

To be continued...

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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How do you think the moonboyz would react to a teen reader being kicked out from her house because she was a lesbian/bi?

Oh this was a.... ride to write. This fic is personal to me because as a closeted bi, this is a scenario that plays in my head a lot. It's scary knowing that there is a posibility that your family won't accept you for who you are.

Hope you like this fic, anon!

Warnings: mentions of homophobic characters, self depriciating thoughts, mentions of death, violence and physical abuse.

I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.

I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i’ll correct it asap. I don’t mean to disrespect anyone

(English is not my first language. Please pardon any grammatical errors. Gifs not mine)

After the incident in Cairo, Marc patched things up with Layla and the group shifted and settled down in London.

They had moved into a quiet little neighbourhood. The neighbours were friendly but Marc insisted on not befriending anyone, considering his line of work (lets just say he started taking up hitman jobs, okay)

Most people steered clear of the duo except you. You found comfort and solace in their home. You quickly warmed up to Layla and Steven

With your warm and bubbly nature, you basically had Steven wrapped around your finger.

He adored you, and was pretty sure no one would have the heart to hurt such a pure soul

Which is why it was a big surprise to find you on his doorstep, visibly shaking and crying, unable to form words. You had a bruise forming on your face.

He quickly pulled you inside and looked around for Layla becasue he was getting increasingly flustered looking at your face lined with tears.

You simply huged him and sobbed into his shirt. After you'd calm down, you'd explain eveeything. How you were caught on a date with your best friend, how your family flipped out when you said you weren't straight, how things got a little physical and how they kicked you out in the middle of the night, not wanting anything to do with you.

Steven was absolutely shocked at the revelation. He would want to give your family a piece of his mind right then but you were more important at that time.

You were tired from all the crying and asked Steven to cuddle with you. He nodded eagerly.

He brought all the snacks he had in his cupboard and switched on the TV and held you in his arms.

You felt him shift a bit and realized that it was Marc who was sitting next to you.

Marc understood how you felt. To be abused and thrown out by your own family. He pulled you closer and circled his palm on your back. The gesture made you tear up once again and Marc let you let out all the emotions. Once you calmed down once more, he kissed the top of your head abnd whispered, "No one will hurt you here, kiddo. I promise."

Jake had never formally met you. He'd always observe the other two fawn over you. He felt that they were capable enough to take care of you so he never truly felt a need to front.

You had fallen asleep, pressed next to Marc after he camled you down from yet another breakdown.

You were turning around in your sleep, whispering under your breath. You woke up with a start, screaming and covered in cold sweat. The nightmare you had was too real. You saw the dead body of your girlfirend surrounded by your family members, who were chanting, "This is all your fault."

You could still see the cold and lifeless eyes of your lover on the ground, and you thought it really was your fault. If only you never existed, none of this would've happened.

You started sobbing once again, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

A hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You turned and immediately knew it wasnt Marc or Steven. But you felt safe in his embrace.

"You're alright, niña (kid). I swear to protect you always. No one will ever harm you for as long as I'm alive, my little flor."(flower)

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"your favorite worst nightmare"

PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5

summary:

— A series of murders took place in the city and you were given the job of finding the culprit behind it all but are you prepared for the nightmare about to unfold?

genre:

— serial killer x detective au & aged-up

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong.

warning/s:

— mentions of murder, violence, & foul language/cussing

a/n:

— i wanted to do something special for Halloween so here's something saved in my drafts for soooo long, he're a playlist for this series ;)

With each hurried step, you draw in deep breaths before stepping into your car. Hastily placing the key in the ignition, you stepped on the gas and pulled into the driveway. Your eyebrows furrowed as you focused on the road. You hear your phone ringing so with one hand and without looking at the caller i.d, you answer.

"Detective [Name], you might wanna pick up the speed to the scene"

"I'm on my way Pablo calm your ass"

You replied to the guy on the other line before hanging up. You increased your speed and soon enough you arrived at your destination. You exited your car with a heavy exhale, you spotted the yellow police tape already surrounding the area and prohibiting any civilians from entering. You casually walked into the scene, you flashed your i.d to one of the officers without making eye contact as they let you slip through the tape.

The situation unfolds in front of your eyes as you make your way towards the one-story house, upon entering you encounter your co-workers. A guy lets out a relieved sigh.

"Thank god you're here"

"So...it's him again isn't it?"

"Unfortunately, yes"

The guy named Pablo mumbles. You inhaled sharply through your nostrils and ventured further into the crime scene where others were collecting evidence. There was a chalk outline where the supposed victim was found dead, there were several blood stains, and the air reeked of odor and violence. You squinted your eyes at one of the walls in the house, as you came closer for inspection, you clicked your tongue.

"That son of a bitch..."

"You know detective, for months we've been working on this case, I never knew what the symbol is"

Pablo remarks. Both of you stared at the symbol scribbled on the wall with blood, an incredible cliché way for a killer to display a trademark. You turn to Pablo.

"Somehow the symbol reminded me of something"

"Oh? Could this mean we'll finally have a break on the case?"

"...I'm not sure. Any new evidence found?"

"Just one cigarette and a red lighter"

He hands you the evidence in a plastic container. You noticed the brand of the cigarette, you used to smoke but quit once you got a full-time job as a detective for the Encanto PD. The red-colored lighter isn't enough to supply you with a new lead. The crime scene proved that the killer you were after for months continued to be cryptic.

Eventually, you drive back to the station and talk with your co-workers about the case. You visit the forensics where a woman with bright green glasses flashed a smile at you.

"Your smile is awfully bright for someone observing a dead body"

"Pardon me but this is one of his victims isn't it?"

"Honestly, I don't get why you're so excited about this, Mirabel"

The woman, Mirabel giggles and walks over to you. You have been working with her for years and she was fantastic at her job, you two were the closest in the entire department.

"The way he would execute his victims is just fascinating, [Name]. I mean look at this!"

She pulls out an x-ray of the recent victim and showed multiple broken bones that made you wince. You were still not used to it after all these years.

"This man is a monster, with several broken bones without leaving bruises or cuts on the victim's body! Well...aside from the huge cut on the chest"

"He does this to his every victim, it's fucking disgusting"

"I know but there is one thing I find really weird"

Mirabel admits. You raised a brow at the woman as she goes to all of her files of previous pictures of victims that were brought for her to examine. You go closer as she sets the pictures side by side.

"Not only does he kill the victims with such brute strength before slicing their chests to write his bloody signature on the wall, but he takes the victim's hearts with them"

"...So he's basically stealing hearts"

"Cupid would be so angry at him"

Mirabel joked. You put a thought over what she said about the killer stealing the hearts of every victim he's come across. You returned to your office collecting all the evidence you've found so far about the killer.

"How's the world's best detective doing?"

A voice catches your attention. You turn and saw a man with curly hair and beautiful hazel eyes, he grins and takes a seat on top of your desk.

"This killer gets weirder and weirder every time"

"What I know is that he loved getting our attention"

"Hm, that's what you and he got in common, Camilo"

The man, Camilo, gave you an offended look as you let out a laugh. Camilo was Mirabel's cousin and was known to be a retired celebrity. His pursuit to be a detective instead of an actor was a mystery to you til this day.

"He's one tough bug to catch, [Name]"

"Yeah, we only got one picture of him without his face but we know he's a guy. He has no specific target, he likes to kill people near our age, and we have no possible motive!"

"Maybe the guy's just a psychopath, you know"

"Probably, god this is so stressful!"

You groaned and slumped on your chair. Camilo sends you a sympathetic look. The case was given to you weeks after you became a detective, you were tasked to find, identify, and catch this serial killer who the media gave many names for. "The Crimson killer", "The Heart Eater", and the classic "El diablo rojo". Seriously, when will people stop giving killers cool names?! And maybe the killing would stop?!

"You're the best one on the field, [Name]. I'm sure you'll be able to solve this case"

"I hope so, Camilo. I don't want to be too late and let more people die in his hands"

Camilo softly pats your shoulder and leaves you to work. You tried to examine every piece of evidence collected so far. For some reason, the killer loved leaving knick-knacks at every murder scene. First was a red bracelet, then a red guitar pick, and red nail polish. It's apparent to you that this killer adored the color red. The single cigarette was a Malboro red and it came along with a red-colored lighter.

You had a strong feeling that all these items were clues. The killer was leaving hints for you to solve as if this was just a silly game. Sooner, you had to pack up your things and go home, you were beyond exhausted. Pablo was kind enough to offer you a drive home. He drops you off at your place with that friendly smile of his.

"See you tomorrow, [Name]!"

"Good night, Pablo"

He nods and drives away. You trudged inside your home and ate dinner on your couch while watching the news. Of course, it's all about the stupid killer you're tasked to catch. You groaned and reached for the remote in order to change the channel but paused midway when you remembered something.

"Shit! I left my wallet at the office!"

You cursed, you recalled setting your wallet on top of your desk at your office. You grabbed your phone and dialed Pablo's phone number. The first ring, he doesn't pick up, it was strange but you try again. You called him five times and he didn't answer. You grew worried. Immediately, you slipped on your shoes and decided to stop by his apartment to check on him.

You arrived at his place minutes later and knocked on his apartment door, it was silent. You knocked again and called for his name, but Pablo doesn't respond. Merely panicking, you remembered the spare key he would hide near one of the flower pots outside. You found the extra key and frantically unlocked his door.

"Pablo?"

You called out. You stepped into his apartment, it was quiet and it sent you to the edge. You gulped and took a look around. His couch in the living room was messy, he left his shoes at the door, he's got to be around somehow. Your breath hitched when you turn to look at the hallway. Your blood turned cold as your heartbeat paused, and your eyes stared in sheer horror at the sight before you.

It was Pablo and he was lying lifeless on the floor with blood pooling out from his chest.

A scream gets stuck in your throat when you heard shuffling from behind you. With a slow turn, you spot a tall man writing a very familiar symbol on one of the walls inside the apartment with what you realized was Pablo's blood. The man was wearing a maroon attire and meets your eyes, you freeze as he takes a step closer.

He had a hood over his head but you can see a couple of curly auburn hair poking out. He had a pair of pitch-black pants and boots. He has a bloody mask covering half his face and he had a knife in his hand. At this petrifying moment you realized, you're standing face-to-face with the serial killer you're looking for.

"...What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

He first spoke, his voice was deep and raspy. You take a step back, your mind began to race. But you don't let the fear take over you so you reach for the handgun you strapped on your waist. He notices this and growls.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, amor"

He warned but you don't listen to him. You drew the gun and aimed it at him, you send him a glare but he scoffs.

"No hagas esto más difícil de lo que debería ser"

"Wh-what?"

"I said, you have pretty eyes"

You raised a brow at him, bewildered. Before you knew it, the killer pounced at you knocking you to the floor, and manages to wrestle the gun from you. With a strangled scream, you throw a solid punch to his face, he lets out a cry but quickly takes hold of you. Unable to get away from his grasp, you looked at him teary-eyed and he chuckles.

"It was nice seeing you again, [Name]"

He said before he hits you hard on the head enough to send you unconscious. He drags your body to the living room and headed for the door. Before he can leave he casts you one last look and closed the door behind him.

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radicaldadood · 2 years

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Drabble, hc or scenario? Bruh idk anymore but tis is my mc x Nicky and yes it is self-indulgent 🤙 clearly nobody hatta read this go away-

Summary: Nicky reacting to Addy speaking in her mother language (Malay).

Warnings: oc x canon.

I actually just straight up put slang/accent here cuz its sounds better and google translate is blegh

"Adeh!" (Means ouch)

Was the first word Nicky heard but he just thought that's a random curse word after Addy practically hurt herself that time so he didn't say anything except asking if she's okay.

Another time was "mak!" (Mom), after she nearly dropped one of Nicky's booze and quickly apologized after caught everyone's weird eyes.

"Bodo la dia ni.." ("what a dumbass...") Addy snickered quietly to herself after Chris made a joke. "What was that?" Nicky tilted his hear curiously. She shook her head and smiled, "O-oh, nothing."

Addy barely sings except when she's alone but she wasn't subtle. Nicky won't tell but he snuck around her lotta times to hear her sing in her language.

"Profesor Klon! Saintis termasyur.. Kebanggaan rakyat, warga terunggul... Profesor Klon... Profesor Klon. Tokoh contoh Metrofulus, Profesor Klon!" While moving her shoulders on each words.

Dudes never question em until one day she got a call from Chris that Nicky's at the hospital.

"Nicky! Apakah-!" (What the-!)

After Addy burst in the room, that's where she let her asian self out.

Dudes looked like he bout to pass out so she smacked him (as they wait for the nurse) while yelling "bang! Bang!..Abang! Oi, jangan tido lagi lah!" (Honey! Oi, don't sleep yet!)

Smack after smack. I'm pretty sure tis bich did on purpose or is really dying ehek-

"Bangun bang! Bukak mata tu!" (Wake up baby! Open those eyes!)

The doctor/nurses and Chris behind her are all like 🧍seeing her throwing gibberish they don't even understand and torturing the life outta the mafiaso-

Bro lives. Anyway Nicky asked her later bout the words in the accident where she freaked and smacked him.

".. ooohhh!.. That.. What about it?"

"what it means?"

"what it means?" She repeated. He nodded. "Um. I was telling you to wake up. Not to fall asleep or whatever."

He tilted his head, "Aw, I worried you too much didn't it?"

*smack*

Addy started to open more to speak in her native tongue after Nicky encouraged her. "Look, you don't have to be ashamed of it. You know you don't have to be shy around me. I won't force you but still. Plus, I love hearing you speak like that." He winked.

Boy wait till he hears what "mak kau hijau" means 💀

(it means your mom's green but it's the same energy as your mom's gay/whore or something)

"Toots."

"Mm?"

"What's that thing you say, when you call me?"

"Call you what?"

"That word you keeps using to call me with."

"Abang?"

"Yea that's the one. What does it mean? Is it like a petname?"

"Yeah, sort of. Abang could means two thing. One, big brother and then honey or dear, baby and so on."

He mouthed an 'o' before asking another questions. "Just.. abang? No other petnames?" Addy giggled at his tiny struggled of pronouncing the word. "Sure there is but they're just so.. cheesy." She cringed.

He flicked her nose, "All petnames are cheesy, amore mio. C'mon, I can take it. It can't be that bad." She argued back, "For you. It's not about you. It's about me saying it. I don't... I'm not..."

"You're not...?" Nicky trailed, raising his eyebrows.

She gave up, "Not used to saying it, okay. I never got anyone special in life to call them those stuff. Hence saying it to anyone makes me hella cringe." "Hence the rejection of the lovey-dovey stuff I've done to you." He grinned understandably. She slowly nodded.

"What is 'I love you' in your language, uhh what's it call again?" He started.

"Bahasa melayu. But Malay for short."

"Right."

"Saya sayang awak."

"Pardon?"

"I love you. Saya.." She said it slowly as she point at herself, "sayang" and made a heart sign, "awak." then point at him.

Dudes tryda repeat her words you should've seen it it's adorable-

Nick's a quick learner, I predict he can catch up to Malay or any languages better than us catching up to Italian.

"So sayang means love, eh?"

"Uh, yea. You got it!" She smile sincerely. But he can sense a hint of "oh no" in her eyes as they darted anywhere but him.

He smirked as he moved closely to her. Addy didn't move a muscle and thought in her mind this is where she's going to die.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low tone. "Hey sayang~"

*SMACK*

#drabble #scenario #idk #fictif #tatw #fictif tatw #two against the world #nicky valentino #fictif nicky #nicky valentino x mc #oc x canon #fictif mc #fictif nix hydra #nix hydra #fictif addy

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aditijainportfolio · 1 month

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Aditi Jain

UCLA Extension: 393741: Instructional Technologies for TESOL Classrooms EDUC X 425.04

October 15th, 2023

For this class, I hope to learn how to use technology that I have never seen before in the classroom. Since students have become more and more technologically advanced, it makes sense to incorporate technology in the lesson plan to keep students engaged. Furthermore, I hope that these technologies will make my work as a teacher easier.

Hindi Translation: इस कक्षा के लिए, मुझे यह सीखने की उम्मीद है कि उस तकनीक का उपयोग कैसे किया जाए जो मैंने कक्षा में पहले कभी नहीं देखी है। चूंकि छात्र अधिक से अधिक तकनीकी रूप से उन्नत हो गए हैं, इसलिए छात्रों को व्यस्त रखने के लिए पाठ योजना में प्रौद्योगिकी को शामिल करना समझ में आता है। इसके अलावा, मुझे उम्मीद है कि ये प्रौद्योगिकियाँ एक शिक्षक के रूप में मेरे काम को आसान बना देंगी।

For this assignment I chose to use Google translate to translate my paragraph into Hindi, and then I asked my sister in law to read over it as she is a native Hindi speaker. She told me that as she read it, the grammar and sentence structure were perfect, and were word-for-word what I had typed into the Google translate box; however, the wording choice seemed quite awkward in comparison to the vocabulary a native Hindi speaker would use to relay that same information. For example, the word for ‘technology’ that is used in Google translate is not what would be used colloquially by Hindi native speakers. This kind of vocabulary is what is referred to as ‘Shudh Hindi,’ which can be likened to academic, high level Hindi language. In fact, most people in India would not be able to understand these words, let alone use them in day-to-day speech. As such, it paints a very unrealistic picture of what the Hindi language really is. I would imagine that if someone who was learning Hindi were to memorize these phrases to use in real life, they would not be well received by Hindi natives. This goes to show that not only is learning vocabulary and grammar important when learning a new language, but so is the cultural context around the language. Another example I could think of is when I read Google translations of Korean novels. Sometimes characters will say something that would be directly translated to “Yes?” in English. However, in the context of the conversation, it would actually be more accurately translated to something like “Pardon?” to make it less ambiguous in English. In this example, to translate between the languages you would need a basic understanding of Korean culture and implicit meaning, as well as an understanding of how native English speakers socialize with each other. I do not think online translators are something that are actively reliable when learning the colloquial speech of a language. However, it could be very useful when teaching children academic language, such as when writing essays or giving presentations. I also believe that when using Google translate in the classroom, it is important to look over the translations to make sure that the students are understanding the cultural context around the words being used alongside the literal translation. Furthermore, online translators could be useful in situations where the teacher cannot accurately explain the meaning of a vocabulary word to a student. Google translate could potentially be used to plug in English words and translate them into the students’ native language, so they are able to see a 1:1 match of that word in their own language. That way they can more easily understand difficult English vocabulary.

#cw

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viviskull · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖

I like to be called: Phoenix

one thing you should know about me: I tend to be a bit slow when it comes to replying to drafts, but I’m usually on the dot when it comes to answering asks (but it normally depends if I have energy to write stuff normally). If you need details on this, I do have it stated in my rules that I work at least on one reply a day, exceptions being sunday and monday since they give me time to uncompress from writing a ton through the week.

thing you should know about rping with my character(s): All my muses have Autism/ADHD is some shape or form. I write how I see them and flesh out concepts that might’ve been hinted at in their canon, but everything I write is often original. Everyone is heavily Headcanon based with some canon lore used as a baseline.

Joy to work with: No more what idea you throw at me (within reason), I’m always down to plot something out and help ya flesh out an idea if you approach me to have our muses interact. It’s more likely not than I’m willing to hear ya ramble about your muses as long you like to be infodumped about my own too.

first language: English. Everything you see that’s often translated into another language like Spanish or Japanese is often done through Google translate. I do try to keep it simple and accurate to these type of languages as possible, but please do pardon me if you see I make some mistakes here and there.

age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 40+ | 70+ am

I okay with nsfw?: yes | no | some nsfw

this rp blog: does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts | occasionally contains ooc

tagged by: Stole it tagging: ur father

#A Nerd Behind a Nerd {OOC}#Saw it passing by! {Dash Game}

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lizardlullabye · 2 years

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Apex & Cottontail from Crimson and Noire by 11JJ11 ( @graaythekwami )

I think they are some fantastic time-traveling companions!

#fanart #crimson and noire #mircaulous ladybug #11JJ11 #lizardlullabye #I want a sandwich #a banh mi sandwich!#google translated french so may be a case of pardoning my language for the fact I don't know the language

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attollogame · 2 years

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HIIIII, first of all HOLY SHIT, been losing my mind over every single nightmare route this entire day and pardon???? the whole thing was terrifying and wild I will forever be in awe 😤😤 and!! saw an ask saying people are all tied up to DW in some way (except the sibling but!) so I was replaying and things?? I think are related?? there's the polaroid of a middle eastern woman on the ship with the initials N.E, like the perfume bottle in Sysba's office. I think she might also be the fortune teller but not sure, she seemed very present so maybe coming up in multiple dreams?? there's also like, the statue on either side of the 'devil' which has DW's eyes so maybe the people who are super important to him?? W and someone else? Oh! I think there was a pocket watch with initials,,, I think A.V? This might be a reach but DW's whole interaction with the giant squid in the ship nightmare, and talking about it like an ancient god,,,,resembling how he's connected to Sysba, a god, and might to some degree understand Sysba's language since something Google Translate couldn't figure out was at the start of the dream!! plus the mannequin in the cabin might be related to Sysba since they have their own fashion line (I think). ahhhh I'm sure I'm missing so many things, but the puppies' cameo, omg, in the family business of supporting DW tormenting others 😌 OH, last thought because I gotta replay some more but there was gunpowder in the cabin right? does that have anything to do with the Lover's Square bombing?? I think DW's scar was mentioned and like 👀👀 I think it was from smth in that event??

this ended up being so long im so sorry 😭😭 I am simply Losing my shit over this update 😭

THIS IS SO DELICIOUS THAT YOU'RE CATCHING ALL THE EASTER EGGSSSSSSSS

#LONG POSTS LIKE THIS #GIVE ME 10 YEARS #skin is cleansed #crops are thriving #etc #BUT YESSS

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mimigoey · 2 years

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Pardon, may I know where do you read "We are the main characters of Makai"? It'd be great if it's available in English, but Japanese or anything else is fine.

I read the English translation in mangakakalot consisting of only 27 translated chapters. I read the raw from this site. Link below 👇

Spanish and Thai versions are also available.

Espanol :

This is the site I came across. It consists of 80 translated chapters. There may be more sites with more chapters

I know only English and translation isn't available in my native language so I read and comprehend the raw using Google translate extension. Hope this helps ^^

#makai no shuyaku wa ware ware da #we are the main characters of the demon world #we are the protagonists of the demon world

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weaselyss · 3 years

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i love you | bucky barnes

masterlist | taglist form

pairing: bucky barnes x hawaiian!female!reader

summary: after after being separated from y/n for over five years, bucky decides to surprise her in home state, hawaii

warnings: fluff, soft bucky

a/n: translations are at the bottom because google will not put the correctly. also, soft bucky is an absolute fav of mine! enjoy!

bucky couldn’t be more excited to see his girl. he had met her when he was running from everyone and had helped him adapt to the new world. even after learning who he was, y/n had stayed by his side but went home when her grandmother had fallen ill. they reunited soon after in wakanda and spent a couple days together before she left and he went into the ice. when he was finally out, he only had a month of peace while sending letters back and forth before the blip happened.

now that he was back and pardoned for his crimes, the government was allowing him to see y/n. it had been part of the agreement that steve had typed up for them during the five years he was gone. he had wanted to call her and tell her everything but instead decided to show up at her home as a surprise.

y/n lifted her head from the plate of food that sat in front of her from where she sat when a hard knock sounded threw the air from the front door. all of her family was over for her grandma’s birthday and were all sat at a large table for dinner.

“i got it” y/n said setting her fork down and scooting her chair out before walking inside and towards the door. when she opened the door, she was not expecting to see her boyfriend on the other side in a dress shirt with jeans and a bouquet of her favorite flowers. “bucky”

“hey, doll” bucky said with a wide smile before he was engulfed in a tight hug by his girl. he couldn’t believe after all this time he finally got to hold her in his arms again. “i missed you”

“you’re here” y/n whispered before she pulled away and bucky could see the tears in her eyes. lifting his hand, bucky wiped away the tears smiling at the way she turned into the feel of his fingers against her cheek.

“i thought i’d surprise you” bucky said holding out the flowers for her to take as he stepped inside when she opened the door wider. he looked around the room he stepped in, enjoying the home like feeling it gave off before he turned to y/n only to see the panicked look on her face. “oh, i messed up, didn’t i”

“no, no, it’s just my entire family is over and i haven’t exactly told them about you” y/n started to say and grabbed his shoulders when she saw the slightly hurt look in his eyes. “i wanted to wait til they could meet you properly and then there was the blip which we were all apart of. i also thought i’d never see you again”

“i’m so sorry” bucky apologized immediately only having y/n shake her head at him and pull him into a hug as a way to reassure him.

“no, no, it’s okay. really it is and you’re here now. it’s actually a great time, my kupuna would love to meet you. they’ve been hounding me about a having a hoa kāne” y/n continued to ramble as bucky smiles widely at her words. she would always slip her native language when ever she rambled which he found absolutely adorable. a chuckle leaves his mouth as y/n’s cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment. “sorry”

“it’s alright. you know i love when you ramble” bucky said with a laugh as y/n buried her face into his chest, shaking her head but he could feel her smile. “and it’s not like i can’t understand you”

“i know” y/n replied as she wrapped her arms around his waist, setting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him.

“can i have a kiss now” bucky asked with a slight pout causing y/n to let out a laugh at him. y/n nodded her head before she leaned up and kissed him, to which he happily returned as her arms moved to his neck and his to wrap around her waist

a gasp sounded behind them causing y/n to let go of bucky before spinning around to face her grandmother who stood not to far away with a shocked expression.

“ʻO kuʻu ipo kāne kēia bucky, kupuna wahine” y/n said with a huge smile as she watched her grandma clasp her hands together in excitement.

“hope loa” her grandmother gasped before she walked towards bucky and pulled him into a tight hug. “ʻOluʻolu e hui pū me ʻoe, e bucky”

“ʻo ʻoe pū kekahi” bucky replied smiling at the way her face seem to light up more at him being able to speak their native language.

“e aloha kou kupuna kāne iā ia” her grandmother said happily before she clutched bucky’s hand before turning to y/n and pulling her into a hug. “e aloha lākou āpau iā ia”

“hiki iā ʻoe ke hāʻawi iā mākou i kahi manawa, e hui pū mākou i kahi manawa” y/n said causing her grandmother to nod before kissing her cheek and excusing herself but not before kissing bucky’s cheek as well.

“your grandmother is” bucky trailed off with a chuckle causing y/n to laugh.

“yeah, she’s a lot but that’s what makes her, well her and it’s her birthday so she’s a little excited that she finally got her wish” y/n said with a smile as she watched her grandmother disappeared outside before looking up at bucky who was already staring at her causing her cheeks to redden. “what”

“i love you” bucky said raising his hand and caressing her cheek as y/n’s eyes widened at his words. she couldn’t help the tears that glazed over her eyes at the amount of love she felt for bucky. “i think i’ve loved you since the moment i laid eyes on you and i couldn’t be happier than being in your arms”

“i love you, too, bucky, with all of my heart and soul” y/n said before grabbing bucky’s face and pulling him towards her, their lips locking with a passion they only felt with each other as they ignored their surrounding and enjoyed the love they felt for the other.

kupuna - grandparents

hoa kāne - boyfriend

ʻO kuʻu ipo kāne kēia bucky, kupuna wahine - this is my boyfriend bucky, grandma

hope loa - finally

ʻOluʻolu e hui pū me ʻoe, e bucky - it’s lovely to meet you, bucky

ʻo ʻoe pū kekahi - you as well

e aloha kou kupuna kāne iā ia - your grandfather will love him

e aloha lākou āpau iā ia - they will all love him

hiki iā ʻoe ke hāʻawi iā mākou i kahi manawa, e hui pū mākou i kahi manawa - can you give us some time, we will join in a moment

#bucky barnes #the winter solider #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #sergeant james buchanan barnes #sergeant james barnes #sergeant bucky barnes #sergeant barnes #captain america #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x reader #soft bucky #bucky barnes fluff #james buchanan bucky barnes

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Prompt: Ola.Meu nome é Claudia e eu sempre acompanho suas fanfics por aqui. Gostaria que vc escrevesse uma fanfic sobre a volta de David Kessler e a forma como Kensi e Deeks vão enfrentar isso

Google translation, Portuguese to English: Hello, my name is Claudia and I always follow your fanfics here. I would like you to write a fanfic about the return of David Kessler and the way Kensi and Deeks will face it

A/N: Hi Claudia! Thank you so much for your support. Yours is the first request I’ve received in another language, which is quite exciting for me. Since I’m only fluent English, I used google translate for your prompt. Hopefully the translation is accurate. I’ve taken a few liberties with this prompt. Sorry for the essay length note.

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End It

“When did you get so strong?” Kensi gasped, desperately trying to free a hand to grab at Deeks’ arm as they grabbed on floor. Of course he’d always been strong, but she’d usually been able to beat him before.

“Three months with nothing to do but workout,” he answered, holding her arms behind her back as he tried to force her onto her stomach. “And FLETC. You should try it sometime, it’ll really get you in shape.”

She glared at him even though he couldn’t see it and redoubled her efforts. It wasn’t just that he was stronger, but he knew just about every move in her playbook which meant he could easily anticipate her plan.

“You are such an ass.” He just laughed at her frustration, the sound slightly breathless, proving that he was putting in some effort to keep her in place. She purposely pressed up against him, rolling her hips as much as she could and was rewarded with a gasp.

“Oh, you’re evil,” he breathed, not resisting when she pulled her arms free and rolled him onto his back.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, hovering over him. She saw his eyes drift down to the low crossover bodice of her sports bra.

“Not a chance.” He tugged her head down as she rose up to meet his lips. Just as they touched, Eric darted into the room.

Kensi lifted her head, expecting a comment about their current position, but his expression was completely serious. Deeks must have noticed it too because he sat up, gently pushing Kensi off his lap

“Guys, you need to get up in OPS right now. It’s Kessler,” Eric told them tersely, his fingers clenching anxiously.

***

“I don’t want to go back into hiding,” Kensi said, sitting on the edge of her desk and speaking in a low tone. Deeks stood in front of her, his thighs brushing her knees. The contact was comforting, needed after the last half hour.

Kessler had been inside their house. They weren’t sure how he’d breached their security, but he’d made no effort to hide. It was disconcerting, sickening, to watch him walking through their rooms, touching their things.

Callen wanted them to go to another safe house immediately. Fatima and Rountree would grab a few things for them and then provide security.

“It won’t be permanent,” Deeks reminded her.

“This time.” She pressed her lips together, feeling the same sense of frustration she’d expressed to Deeks a few weeks before. As much as she wished it wasn’t true, Kessler was in her mind. And when he wasn’t, he was disrupting their lives in some other way.

“Maybe this will be the last time,” Deeks suggested encouragingly, shrugging. She could tell he was trying to be positive and hide his own fear and need to protect her. Tilting her head, she took his hand, giving it a little shake.

“Babe, we both know that’s not going to happen. As soon as we go into hiding, so will Kessler,” Kensi stated. “And because he’s been pardoned, the team can’t legally seek him out. Not for this.”

Deeks closed his eyes, acknowledging her words with a nod of his head.

“I know. So what do you want to do?”

“Well...” She grabbed both of his hands now, drawing him closer. “Remember when you said you help me stop him?”

“Of course. And I will always be by your side, no matter what, but if we actively hunt him down, we’d probably be told to stand down or get arrested.” Deeks reminded her. “Not that I still wouldn’t do it with you.”

She smiled slightly, for the first time since they’d found out. Leaning forward, she kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I appreciate your willingness to break the law for me, but that’s not what I’m suggesting,” she said, hesitating before she added, “Instead of seeking him out or hiding from him, we wait for Kessler to come to us.”

“So basically make ourselves bate.” Deeks sighed, his eyebrows furrowing. “That has the potential to be really dangerous, Kens. We’ll have to be even more on guard every moment of every day.”

“We already are. And if it works, Kessler will finally be out of our lives. Plus it will be on our terms, not his.” She waited a moment and then asked, “So what do you think?”

Deeks didn’t answer right away, moving back slightly and hooking his thumb in his pocket as he rubbed his hand over his mouth. She could tell just how conflicted he was. His urge to protect her warring with his absolute hatred of Kessler.

“It’s not my favorite plan ever,” Deeks admitted, pressing against the desk once more and leaning his head against hers. “But I know that if we don’t do something, we’ll never move on with our lives. So, yes, let’s set a trap for Kessler. Let’s draw him in and send the creep back to prison once and for all.”

Kensi let out a breath. Relieved even though she was admittedly scared.

“Together.” She reaffirmed.

“Always,” Deeks said, linking their fingers and raising her hand to his lips. “In this and everything else.”

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #angst?#prompt #season 12 #Kessler #ejzah fanfiction

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lady-plantagenet · 3 years

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What are your top ten novels about the Wars of the Roses? And why?

I think it’s obvious by the length how enthusiastic I was to answer this ask xx thank you for asking me and giving me also an opportunity to make a masterlist of some sorts of all my reviews xx. But you know? I speak like quite the expert but in reality I’ve read very little histfic about TWOTR because I just newly got back into this hobby (about a year ago) and have little time in general so tbh the last three books on this list I do not personally care for but since I’ve read so little novels of this kind they are here nonetheless hhh (so please people, give me no angry asks asking me why I am endorsing PG, I’m not).

1. The Last of the Barons by Lord Edward Lytton-Bulwer

This is quite possibly the best book I’ve ever read in my life. The gap between these books and the rest is a chasm the size of the world and I wpuld genuinely reccomend this book as an actual piece of literature to anyone, not just TWOTR fanatics. It is written in 1840, in quite old timey lingo and it centres around Richard Neville 16th Earl of Warwick, but in the true tradition of a real classic it is more than just a character drama, it astutely showcases the purpose of Warwick and what he did in the context of his wider world and doesn’t just chalk it up to personal greed. There is also this fascinating subplot about courtship, science and such. Hell, you even get this eccentric ‘natural philosopher’ guy called Adam Warner who tries to make something like a steam engine and gets employed as an alchemist by Jacquetta and Edward IV.

From a historical standpoint it is quite biased as the author himself was a politician (and an actual baron) and tbh I don’t completely agree with his interpretation of history and I can see some of the Victorian inluences slip in, but some of his takes are very refreshing and he clearly consulted the primary sources. I am much interested in his philosophy and life outlook though and while I don’t think his Warwick is the Warwick, I think he (Lytton-Bulwer) understood him like no other novelist could. As for the writing style... here’s an excerpt of a good reads review that I agree with and tells you all you need to know:

“Of course, such a style of writing no longer exists. The language used is essentially foreign to us. But the nobility, the pride of this story work their ways into your bones, your heart. You will yearn for honor once you have left it.“

Basically, go type it into google and see what I mean. You don’t even need to purchase this book it’s all online at the first click on Gutenberg.

Nevertheless, I’ve posted excerpts of it here, here and here =)

2. The King’s Grey Mare by Rosemary Hawley Jarman

This book (unlike the latter) has zero actual historical value. Actually, it sort of does in the way that it hilights certain real events that most people are unaware of when it comes to its protagonist: Elizabeth Woodville, eg the whole Cooke tapestry affair and the whole Desmond affair. Both things which I still stand on the fence about (if you don’t know what I’m talking about send em another ask or pm me). But like, it isn’t political, philosophical or such in any way like the first book, yet you still feel like you are *there* in the 15th century - by the time I finished reading it my heart was wrung dry and I kind of fell into a down for a couple of days because I just wanted to feel the magic again. If anyone would ask me I would give this 5 stars because it perfectly achieved what it set out to do (I can’t expect all books to go above and beyond like #1), it made me feel for the characters who were super complex, was accurate historically and even when it wasn’t it made sense, it got very creative with its themes (which I like to see because I am not interested in reading the exact same story over and over again) and the prose was absolutely magical and brought all the depth to this novel. I’ve read classics with less flowing and poignant prose, yes actual classics!

This book also switches POVs quite a lot (basically it headhops because it’s written in omniscient- but whatever, rules are meant to be broken), so you’ll get to see many of your faves in there, Edward IV, Margaret of Anjou and Grace Plantagenet feature quite heavily. One thing that disappointed me is that it wasn’t really Edward IV/Elizabeth Woodville (at the time I bought it for that), she never really likes him and his love for her kind of wanes towards the end. If you’re not too bothered about that then I say go buy it.

3. The Daisy and the Bear by K L Clark

I put this here because we are already going into shakier territory when it comes to this list. This is kind of the last *really* good, truly five star one. It is a long spoof about TWOTR but god it’s smart! Yet, It does not take itself seriously and has Margaret of Anjou/Warwick the Kingmaker as a crackship and centrepiece and had me in stitches the whole time. I’ve written a long detailed review for it here.

4. Death be Pardoner to Me by Dorothy Davies

This is a novel about George Duke of Clarence. Quite possibly the only novel ever written about him in existence and boy is it a trip - the author claims to have channelled him (she’s a medium). I’ve written a detailed review for it here. I read this last spring and my views have unfortunately changed, the thing is, I’ve come to find out through my research that this was quite possibly a hoax as there are some indisputable inaccuracies (Ankarette Twynyho’s age, the details of Isabel’s death - we *know* she did not die from childbirth, Isabel did not reunite with him after Tewksbury 1471, but right before Christmas 1470). It’s also quite Richardian (the author admitted) and she could have *had* me had she not chose to divulge it in the foreword. Nevertheless, I still like this book because it did get to me at certain points and it’s good quality as a novel, I remember shedding a tear at one point even which is extremely rare for me but I think that says more about my sentiment for the subject matter than the book itself.

5. We Speak no Treason by Rosemary Hawley Jarman (not yet finished, so ranking may vary)

I haven’t finished it yet, so I’ll leave it here for now. This book is a Richardian book about Richard III, but I can’t get enough of this author, I haven’t found anyone to replace her with. The prose is magnificent as usual and I must confess that I’m happy that this book is told through the POVs of three OCs and not Richard, he remains rather elusive and tbf I find the three OCs very interesting and at this point I’m more interested in their stories than anything else. Of course, Richard III is still a fairly prominent part of this novel (even when he doesn’t appear) and it has led to me getting annoyed quite a bit. Given who I am I fumed massively at that one aside that Clarence and Edward have bastards whereas Richard isn’t like that... like are you serious?? At one point the author reassociated the Games and Playes Chesse book to Richard when it was in reality dedicated to Clarence and I got even more annoyed. Leave the poor figure something ma’am? Whatever, as a book about three medieval commoners it’s fantastic and that’s what I pretend it is.

6. Wife to the Kingmaker by Sandra Wilson

Nothing more to add than what I wrote in my (super-long) detailed review on here. This is the case because I read it very recently. This is a novel about Anne Beauchamp 16th Countess of Warwick, it’s ranked higher than Sunne because though it’s less accurate it’s got panache.

7. The Sunne in Splendour by Sharon K Penman

I feel very strongly about this Richard III book and what it represents. I wrote a long detailed review about it on here and a follow-up post on the discussion is here ft my awesome mutual @beardofkamenev ‘s insights also thrown into the mix. Xx

8. The White Queen by Philippa Gregory

This is a step higher than the other two because this book pretty much changed my life. The thing is, I read it translated into my own language by an extremely talented translator and I was also only about 11/12 years old so it was all very impressive to me then. This book about Elizabeth Woodville effectively introduced me to the TWOTR; an interest that has never really left me these past ten years (though at one point (ages 14-19) it was quite wane). It’s not a good book by any standard (I was quite shocked when picking it up at a bookstore, I had found that when read in the original language it lost all its magic), but I owe a lot to it and some people who now endlessly discourse about how bad PG is need to recognise their debt of gratitude and be a bit more respectful, I think. That is of course unless you came into this era via different media, but you got to admit that a massive part of us got to this place through TWQ, though we outgrew it.

10. The Red Queen and The Kingmaker’s Daughter by Philippa Gregory

Exact same commentary as above, just objectively not good books. Flat characterisation, misunderstanding of the era, historical innacuracies which don’t add anything, lack of nuance in prose which often dances too close to *gasp* YA prose *shudders*. But these are lower because I don’t owe them a debt of gratitude as I do TWQ. Funnily enough, they are still better than the series.

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Hey!! Could you do a headcannon for Remus with fem!reader from France but she’s not the typical soft French girl and more of a rebel? Your writing is amazing and I’ve never seen someone do that before!💕💕

hello, darling! of course I can! thank you so much, it means the world to me to read things like this!! hope you enjoy it, feel free to send more requests! 💞💞

warnings: another request for our sweet boy Remmy, fluff, sirius being a drama queen, there are like two phrases in French and I used Google translator to translate it, so I'm sorry if it's wrong! also english is not my first language, so I'm really sorry for any mistakes!

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you had lived your whole life in France and studied in Académie de Magie Beauxbatons ever since you were eleven, as you were a witch

your parents were purebloods and always expected you to be the typical French perfect girl

petite, fragile, polite and fanatic for the pureblood supremacy

well, let's say you gladly were nothing like that

you didn't care about people's blood statuses, you just wanted to live your own life

your parents were really happy when you received a scholarship to attend Hogwarts

you were happy too, of course

it meant your family wasn't around and you didn't need to worry about pretending to be someone you weren't

you could finally be yourself

you went to Hogwarts in the beginning of your fourth year and was sorted in (y/h)

you made a few friends quite fast, only one, but it was a progress; Lily Evans

you first met the redhead girl in potions, when Slughorn was teaching how to brew a new potion and you didn't quite understand the instructions very well

“excuse me” you said, tapping her shoulder “could you help me with this? It's really 'ard for me.” you continued, your heavy french accent making itself present

she smiled at you politely and nodded before starting to explain the potion to you

you started talking and knowing more about each other

you became friends :D

after a few days she introduced you to her friends - the “marauders”

at first, Remus and Sirius didn't really like you because they thought you were like your family

but after spending some time with you, they realised that you were nothing like them

ok you started hanging out with them even more because they were actually nice to you now

as Sirius also speaks French, you two would sometimes spend hours just speaking in French

during one of this conversations, you accidentally told him you had a crush on a certain brown haired gryffindor werewolf

he would then tease you whenever Remus and you were in the same place

“tu rougis, (Y/n)” (you are blushing, y/n) he said next to your ear, teasing you when Remus sat close to you

“tais-toi, Black” (shut up, Black) you would reply, punching him softly and giggling

Remus would be a little sad because he thought Sirius and you were flirting

so he would be a little quieter than usual

you obviously noticed it and got a little sad too

Sirius noticed (everybody but you two did, actually) so he started making a plan

he was tired of hearing Remus talking about the beautiful french girl and how beautiful her smile is and how soft her hair is

he was sick of it

so after detention, he went straight to where you and Remus were

you two looked at him confused, waiting for him to continue talking

“I'm tired of you two!” he exclaimed

“pardon?” you said, confusedly

“you!” he said, pointing at you “I'm tired of hearing you chattering about Remus and his stupid hot scars all day in French!”

you blushed, opening your mouth to argue but he started talking again

“and you!” he pointed at Remus this time “if think her lips are so kissable, then why in the hell don't you just kiss them?!”

“what the-” Remus tried to speak, but Sirius cut him off

“for fuck's sake, just date already, I'm begging!” and then he just left the room, leaving you two alone, red painting your faces

you just sat there for a few minutes, not daring to look at each other

“little shit” you mumbled, cheeks still dark red

“I'm sorry for that, (Y/n)” Remus rushed to say, quickly getting up “just ignore him, he's an idiot, you see”

“I'm free on Saturday” you said quietly and he looked at you, a little taken aback

“excuse me?” he stopped doing whatever he was doing

“Saturday, Hogsmeade trip. You and I, what do you think?” you asked, all your confidence suddenly disappeared

he didn't say anything for a few seconds, and you started regretting saying that

when you opened your mouth to start apologizing, he blinked and smiled brightly

“I would love to” he shyly answered

Sirius was overhearing everything, silently celebrating that the two dumbasses finally got together

when you two came back from your date, Sirius made you two sit down and tell him how it was

you both were blushing like madmen

he would be really excited to see his besties were together

Remus would cough and excuse you two, carefully pulling you by your hand and leaving Sirius there

he would tell something like “oooh they're going to make out”

and you guys were like Sirius what the hell

in fact you were going to make out, but he didn't need to know it, right? ;)

when your parents found out about your relationship with the cute werewolf they sent you a howler

you sent a letter telling them to fuck off oops :)

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