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Dear Vasily

SUMMARY: Years after Vasily’s death, Nikolai finally gathers the courage to write one final letter to his older brother.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, BIG siege and storm spoilers, and slight ruin and rising spoilers. 

PAIRINGS: Nikolai Lanstov x reader 

A/N: reader has she/her/hers pronouns, but feel free to request a version with any pronouns! I don’t mind! :) Also, English is not my first language, please let me know if I've made any mistakes!

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The sounds of the winter fete would be hard for anyone to drown out, given the extravagance of the royal party. Nikolai could hear giggles and shrieks even in his chambers, which he knew to be Lady Mikonova from Kervost, which he personally couldn’t stand, but that is a story for another time. It was odd, for a King such as he to retire early, but there were thoughts in his head not even the kvas could drown out. 

But Nikolai also knew better than to worry for his own safety, as Tamar was just outside the door and Tolya was by Y/N’s side, back at the party. The only thing he had to fear right now was anyone who could get past Tamar’s axes. That would truly be a sight to see, and one he wished he never had to. 

Sitting at his desk and taking out his fountain pen along with an inkwell and parchment, which takes a moment, as there are what are several documents ranging from the growing of potatoes in Kribirsk, to requests for passage along the Bone Road. And as much as he wished he could get ahead on work, to be a real King, a good king, but he feels a certain tiredness weighing down on achy bones. He takes off his gloves and takes a deep breath as he looks down on his hands. So many thoughts race through his head; it’s almost as if the monster could no longer control itself. 

Your hands, Nikolai. Y/N. You’re tired Nikolai, right to bed. But there’s no rest for a King, Nikolai. Y/N, is she alright? You know she is, Tolya’s with her.

This country you in the end, brother. Vasily had said those words to him once. 

Given the tragic manner in which his death occurred, Nikolai did never get to tell his brother how he felt. But did he want to? Does he still want to? To the man, to the brother who treated him so cruelly all his life? 

And Nikolai didn’t give himself enough time to think about saying no, before he grabbed a quill, inkwell and paper. He begins to write:

Dear Brother, 

He crosses it out almost as soon as he wrote it down. It didn’t feel right.

Dear Vasily, 

That was more like it. 

Dear Vasily, 

I want you to, wherever you are, wherever your spirit roams, to consider this my last goodbye. During your entire life you have kept me under a fist that feel tougher than that of grisha steel. And now that you’re gone- well. I don’t know how to say that I both miss having you around yet wish you would never come back at the same time. Because all your life- MY life- I was just a bug you could squash, just between your shoe and dirt. I was just nothing to you right? Another problem to be dealt with. Nikolai Nothing. 

But what you don’t realize, Vasily- is that, I may have been nothing to you, but that’s just you. Because how can I be nothing to myself when I have everything I need? I have friends- well, yes, you know what? I do. Genya, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, David. I have them. I have a country that supports me. Because this country DID get me in the end, brother. Just not in the way you thought. 

And above absolutely everything, I have love. I have a beautiful woman whom I love and cherish each day. You wouldn’t believe your eyes, brother. Because, and I repeat- while I may have been nothing to you, how can I be nothing when I have her? Everyday- no matter how difficult it must be, I strive to be the best man, king, friend, and fiancée I can be. Not for Ravka, no. And certainly not for mother and father proud, that even the saints can say with certainty. I do it for her. Her. Y/n. 

Not for you. Nothing no longer, as long as I live, will be for you. Not because I refuse to give you any more thought, oh no. Because I cannot be Nikolai Nothing when I aim to be everything for her. Her shoulder to cry on, her husband, and a source of happiness for her. Her. 

I’ll try to close this letter with a loving goodbye, believe me. Goodbye, Vasily. From the most deepest part of my heart I hope you do get to rest peacefully. Why? Because thanks to you, I finally realized that I no longer have to be nothing to anyone ever again.

Nikolai

Salty tears roll down his cheeks, but he quickly wipes them away. He wouldn’t be caught crying about this again. He makes sure to seal the letter with red wax and his brand new stamp - an engagement gift from David- with his and yours initials in a fancy script. It makes him smile. 

He hears a laugh outside the door which he immediately recognizes as yours. Putting the letter away, he greets you with a smile as you enter the room. He makes his way to you, gently kissing you. 

“How are you this evening, my love?” he asks.

“Tired. But happy.” this brings a smile to his face. “Lady Mikonova keeps trying to invite herself into my bridal party at the wedding. Dear husband, must she be there?”

“She won’t be, if it brings you peace, darling.” he answers, helping you take off your jewelry.

“Oh, how lucky am I! Such a wonderful husband to have.”

He gently kisses your clothed shoulder, and holds you hands as you turn around to face him. “It is me who should be considered lucky.” He wipes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Ready for bed, my queen?”

“Thought you’d never ask, your majesty.”

And that night, as the bedroom is filled with the warm glow from the fireplace, and holds you and strokes your hair as you fall asleep, he thinks about the letter again. He may leave it at Vasily’s grave, he may not. It doesn’t matter either way. 

Because there’s you now. And’s that’s enough. 

#grishaverse #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov imagines #nikolai lanstov x reader

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I’m Back!

Hey! I���ve decided to officially come back to writing. I know I was on a hiatus for a good while, but it was about time. But on a few terms: I will not continue writing the Marvel and Little Women stories I left behind; I still love them, but no longer feel the inspiration to write for them, and feel like it would be worse if I were to force myself to continue. They will, however, remain on my master list for anyone who wishes to re-read them :)

Also, requests are closed for now, and even when they open, I will be taken a couple at a time. As always, please don't request smut, as it makes me uncomfortable. 

I will keep writing for the same fandoms I always have, in addition to Shadow and Bone/Grishaverse, which i have developed an obsession with.

Lots of love and happy reading, 

Talya <33

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totally not saying you should….but i am 👀

ok but about your steve ‘quiet is the life’ story - i am in LOVEEEE. 💗💗 but what did make me REALLY sad was that there’s 100% a possibility of steve leaving and not seeing her again bc she was snapped 😭😭

Omg no!! My nomad Steve stays there's no way he leaves like that 😭 but you kinda made me want to write a super angsty oneshot about that 👀

Also @vanderlustmain told me she felt the same way so you aren't alone

#quiet is the life #steve rogers x reader

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so...um I might have to delay the release of the new pride and prejudice shapter two by a while- i just dont want it to feel rushed. i want to have the best for you guys; quality over anything else.

hang tight. it won’t be more than a few days, promise :)

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hey folks :)

so, my finals week is next week, but just wanted to let you know that you can expect me to update a bunch more after that :)

mark your calendars! new chapter of pride and prejudice AU coming Saturday the 22nd of May ;)

#Talya'swritings

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I have been trying to find the rest of your throughout the years fanfiction and I can only find part 1 and 10. Where can I find part 2

hello love! you can find them on my masterlist. linked here . <3

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NETHERFIELD PARK, LET AT LAST! (I)

“James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark!Reader - PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU

Summary: The Stark family, consisting of Mrs. Pepper Stark, Mr. Anthony Stark, and their five daughters, Natalie, Y/N, Jane, Carol, and Wanda. On one sunny summer day, the news reached the Stark family home; Longbourn, that Netherfield Park, the most spacious and grand estate in all of England, was let at last!

Only, it was by a certain Mr. Steve Rogers, and his rather...grim and stern-looking (for lack of better words) companion and best friend, a James Buchanan  Barnes,  and Mr. Rogers’ rather notorious sister, Sarah.

As tensions rise between between Mr. Barnes and Y/N Stark, will they be able to overcome their own pride and get along?

a/n: pepper is out of character?? i wrote her to fit the 2005 version of Mrs. Bennet.

tags: @cherryblossomskye​

“Haven’t you heard, Mr. Stark? Netherfield Park is let at last! Do you not wish to know who has taken it?”

“As you wish to tell me, my dear; I fear I have no choice in the matter.”

You see, dear reader, the Lady of Longbourn House, Pepper Stark, had made it her business all her adult life to know absolutely everything about anyone and everyone. Including visitors. 

The sound of the horrible playing of the pianoforte fades out as Y/N walks in to the house, only for Natalia nowhere to be found, with Carol and Wanda listening to their parents’ conversation to their hearts content. 

“Carol, Wanda! What’ve I told you both about listening at the door! It’s unnecessary and rude!” Y/N scolded her sisters, in both hushed tone and manner. 

“Hush, Y/N! Nevermind that! It’s Mr. Rogers coming down from the North with  £5,000 a year!” Carol scolded back. 

“ £5,000!” Y/N gaped, with her jaw practically hitting the floor. 

“And he’s single!” Carol and Wanda squealed in unison.

“Who’s single?” asked Natalia, finishing her trip down the stairs and taking a place with her sisters in front of the door. 

Now now, dear reader. It might do well by my part to let you know that Mr. and Mrs. Stark have five daughters. Their oldest, Natalia is 21, followed by Y/N, 20, then Jane, 18, followed by Carol, 17, while their youngest, Wanda, is 15. Mrs. Bennet loved all her daughters to the death, but with an aging father such as theirs, they would not inherit anything; shall he die an untimely death. Of course, any death is untimely on anyone’s part, but that’s not the present matter. 

“Mr. Rogers, apparently.  £5,000 a year and has rented out the Netherfield.” Y/N whispered to her sister. 

“I don’t believe it, Y/N.  £5,000? Lord help us all.” Natalia answers. 

“And how could that possibly affect our girls?” Mr. Stark teased his wife, who very clearly seemed to be in distress. 

“Oh, Mr. Stark! How could you be so tiresome? You know he must marry one of them!” Mrs. Stark looked as if she was about to faint from nerves.

Carol and Wanda proceed to let out a rather loud giggle at their mother’s plea, as the observant Mrs.’ eye. And with this, Mr. Stark proceeds to open the door, only to, no surprise, find his daughters listening in on the conversation with his wife. 

“Good heavens! The lot of you. Excuse me, girls!” Mr. Stark passed his girls, moving into the sitting room. Despite Mr. Stark clearly wanting to end this conversation, his lady chases behind. 

“But we shall not visit if you do not, so you must call for him!” Pepper pleaded. 

Turning to his family in the doorway of the sitting room, he finally let out the news he had been holding in for so long. “There’s no need darlings. I already have.”

“Oh- oh! How could you tease me so, Mr. Stark? You know about my nerves.”

“Of course I know about your nerves, my dear. They have been my constant companions these past 22 years.” Mr. Stark settled in the armchair, prepared for questions for all the questions he was sure his daughters had. 

“Oh dear! Is he handsome?” Wanda asked. 

“It doesn’t matter is he’s handsome, Wanda. He’s rich!” Carol exclaimed, grabbing he sister’s hands. Natalia joins Y/N on the sofa as she says “For  £5,000 a year, I it wouldn’t matter if he had three warts and a gray tooth!” Y/N snorts out in a laugh, and Natalia hushes her.

“Hush now, Y/N. I’m sure he’s lovely.” 

“Who’s got three warts and a gray tooth?” Jane now asked shyly from the doorway her father had stood in mere moments before. But no one paid her any mind. 

You see, reader. All the Stark sisters with the exception of our dear Jane, are rather outgoing. While Jane, instead of pretty dresses and social balls, opted for a plainer look compared to the rest of her sisters, thereon and therefore staying in the shadows more often than seen by society. Poor girl. 

“Well, well. Shall any of you fall in love with the man, I will give my hearty and happy consent to marry any of his choice.” The man says. He hesitates for a slight moment. “The ball at Meryton tomorrow shall be rather splendid indeed.” 

“Will he be there tomorrow, papa?” Wanda asks. 

A pregnant pause fills the room. “I do believe so.” He finally says, stoking his chin.

Inaudible squeals of joy and excitement fill the room. Carol and Wanda immediately started bothering and pestering Natalia about their bonnets, their shoes, their mending, whatever came to their minds the second dear old father said the words ‘Mr. Rogers’ , ‘Ball’ and ‘Tomorrow’. 

Y/N, however, remained on the couch, looking at her sisters with a grin on her own face. Excited as she may be for social gatherings and balls, Y/N had never bothered to look for a husband. Her sisters, although loving her very much, have always teased her about becoming a spinster. In a lighthearted manner, of course. Always.

 It was a different story for her mother; Pepper actively hunted for husbands for her girls, but has proven unsuccessful, because since her oldest have come of age, only Natalia had come close. 

And so, Mrs. Stark hoped to try her luck.

Dear Reader, this would soon prove to be more successful than you think at this very moment in time.

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The array of colorful dresses and all the gentlemen in dashing suits and the loud sounds of music, stomping, and clapping and the taste of the seasons’ best wine is nothing new to the Stark sisters, but they always tried to enjoy it to the maximum, nevertheless.

At these balls often hosted my one family or the next, dancing was often enjoyed. But one factor that ruled quite a few people out of the activity was the fact that the women, more often than not,  the women out numbered the men. This meant that every young lady, including Y/N, had to wait their turn.

But Y/N felt no less bitter than any other girl in the room, as she laughed with a dear friend Darcy, who, despite being a few years older than her, had remained one of her closest friends since youth, and Natalia on her right. 

“You know, Natalia; if every man in this ballroom does not end up utterly and foolishly, head-over-heels in love with you, I am to be no judge of your beauty.” Y/N told her sister rather loudly, trying to get heard over the music that filled the Meryton Townhall. 

“All men, Y/N?” she inquires.

“Please, Natalia. They’re all humorless.”

“You better shut your mouth. One of these days someone is catch your eye and you’ll have to be more careful.” 

“I hate to betray you like this dear friend, but I’m afraid your sister’s right on this one.” Darcy said from beside her. 

Ms. Darcy Lewis, despite being a 4 years older than Y/N, had been close to her and her family since they could crawl. By Mrs. Stark’s standards, Darcy must, and I quote dear reader, “find a husband and give birth already”. Despite still having some time before society called her an old maid. 

“Oh dear friend, how you humor me.” Falling on Darcy’s shoulder, she feigns hurt, putting a hand over her heart. “Oh dear, oh dear! How you betray me!”

“Hush now, look who’s arrived!” Natalia and Darcy both whispered, shaking her arms. 

The rather loud dancing and joyful music had come to a screeching halt. The partygoers have parted a path for the three people standing at the door, as if they were Moses parting the red sea. 

Their eyes scan the room, like a mother inspecting a child’s bedroom. Right away, Y/N knew who they must be. Leaning over to Darcy, she whispered in her friend’s ear “Which one of these painted peacocks is our Mr. Rogers?” 

“The blond one to your left. To the right, his sister, Sarah.” she answers, clutching Y/N’s hands.

“And the man with the quizzical brow?” 

“That would be his friend, Mr. Barnes. He apparently owns Pemberley Estate and half of the Derbyshire.”

“Oh how miserable he looks, Darcy! Look at him!”

“Miserable-looking he may be, Y/N, but poor, he is not. His prospects earn him a steady income upwards of  £10,000 a year.”

“My, my. How very interesting.” 

The trio makes their way on to the back of the room. Mr. Barnes was not one for dancing and Ms. Rogers looked as if she had a permanent look of distaste etched on her fair face. The partygoers continue their fun. 

Mr. Rogers, however, was a different tale altogether, dear reader. He was like sunshine in a bottle, or a child opening his or her eyes for the first time. A child-like wonder, some may even say. 

His younger sister, Sarah, has, to put it quite bluntly, the reputation the devil himself, more or less. Known for sabotaging her brother’s relationships and being rather promiscuous. Oh my. 

His friend, Mr. Barnes, was quite the interesting character. He seemed to be pleased to be in such an environment, but at the same time looks like he rather be anywhere else. 

Mrs. Stark does not let the three of them rest, and immediately reaches for those of her daughters who are not dancing on the floor with a partner. In her mind, it was imperative that her girls marry rich, whether it be for her sole benefit or the family’s benefit, we might never know. 

With know Natalia, Y/N and Jane, with Darcy too, of course, at her side, they were introduced to the three by Mr. Lewis himself. 

“Mr. Rogers; My eldest daughter Darcy Lewis, Mrs. Stark, Ms. Natalia Stark, Ms. Y/N Stark and Ms. Jane Stark. And of course, Mr. Stark.”

“A pleasure to meet all of you! I have two other daughters who I might introduce you two, if they ever keep their feet off the dance floor!”

“Let them dance! I’ll pay the matter no mind. Although it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Mr. Lewis speaks up again. “And may I introduce Mr. Barnes of Pemberley and Derbyshire.”

The girls bow once again. The air was surprisingly tense, even if the words they had exchanged were merely just and introduction. But Mr. Barnes paid the tension no mind. 

Unsuprisingly, Natalia had soon managed to drag Mr. Rogers away for some light conversation, being joined by Y/N. 

“And are you enjoying here in Hartfordshire, Mr. Rogers?” Natalia asks shyly, wringing her hands. 

“Very much, Ms. Bennet.” he answers her with a smile.

Oh, dear reader. He was smitten! A match made in heaven.

In a very clear attempt to rescue her sister from such a silence, Y/N proceeded to ask Mr. Rogers “The Library! At Netherfield! I hear it is one of the very best in the country.”

“Oh, yes!” he chuckles. “Although I’m not a big reader, you see. I very much prefer being outdoors.”

A smile came upon Natalia’s face. “That’s what I always tell her! How can one sit inside, completely still, when there is so much to do outside!”

Mr. Rogers’ eyes seem to be overcome with a certain infatuation not even the biggest matchmaker could define. “Ms. Bennet, would you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?” he asks happily with a smile, holding his hand out. 

One can feel Mrs. Stark’s eyes on her eldest daughter from across the room. Natalia, however, doesn’t give the subject matter a second thought and takes his hand and he escorts her out to the floor. 

“And how are you this evening?” Y/N hears from behind her. Whipping her head around, only to find - Mr. Barnes. 

“I’m doing just fine, thank you sir.” She gives him a curtsy. “I trust you had a tolerable trip?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Bennet, I do hope you trust me when I say we did. Although Sarah- I shall not talk much about her. I’m sure you know her nature.”

“And do you not care to dance, Mr. Barnes?”

“Please, call me James. And no, I only dance when obligated to.”

“Looks like I’ll have to do that myself.” Y/N says, perfectly in time with the previous dance that just ended. She holds out her hand to him, which he seems to accept after a second’s hesitation. 

But to him, dear reader, it fell like his entire world was hit by a ray of pure sunshine and all his problems were somewhat solved. Or so I’m told. 

But Mr. Barnes feels a sharp glare looking at him from across the room. 

Sarah. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, Ms. Bennet, goodbye.” he says, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. 

And so, our heroine is left alone on the floor, embarrassed until Darcy comes to her rescue. “Oh, I watched all of it unfold, dear friend! How rude of him!” her friend cries. “Come along!”

Darcy takes her hand and walks behind the seating area, where the pair would have more privacy to talk. “I’m sure you’d like to spare me the details, I will not want to hear of such an act on his part, and as I know you wouldn’t speak a word of it either.” 

Y/N holds her friend’s hands in her own. “Oh, how you understand me! If only we could live together as old maids instead!”

This sends Darcy into and uncontrollable fit of laughter, which stops as soon as she hears the conversation of Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes walking bye. She ushers Y/N to listen.

“Natalia is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, James. Although, if she were not to have me, I’m sure I would be happy with her sister Y/N, too.”

Mr. Barnes shoots his friend a cold glare, clenching his jaw. “Then you must’ve spent the evening with the only handsome girl in the room, because I only found Y/N to be nothing but agreeable.”

Y/N swore she could hear a part of her heart chip away.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Y/N! If the miserable man liked you, you’d have to talk to him! Imagine! Darcy says, noticing the state of her friend. 

“You’re right! I wouldn’t have him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half!” Now this sends both friends into a bigger fit of laughter than before.

“There you are! Where have you been?” Mrs. Stark shrieks from where she was situated now, besides them. 

“Mother, I was just-”

“I’ll hear none of it! Do come along now, Y/N! Natalia is back from her dances with Mr. Rogers! Oh. My apologies, Ms. Lewis, I’ll have to steal my daughter away.”

“It won’t matter, Mrs. Stark. I had a gentleman already lined up for this song! Heavens, I better find him.” Darcy runs off. 

Mrs. Stark drags Y/N by the wrist, all the way to were Natalia, Mr. Rogers and oh. Him. And suddenly, Y/N doesn’t know what he is to her. 

And for a while, they engage in conversation about poetry, the country, music, and more. 

But what Y/N doesn’t realize, dear reader, is that our dear Mr. Barnes - ehem- James. Couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Nonetheless, that is a story for another time. 

“You do know, Mr. Rogers, my Natalia was and is still considered the beauty of the county.” Mrs. Stark says, hoping to prompt the man to do something, anything.

“Mother!” both Natalia and Y/N scold at the same time. They couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Hush! A couple of years ago, a nice young man did write her some pretty verses, and I was sure he would make her an offer.” 

“Well, um, frankly, Mrs. Stark, I-” no one would’ve ever thought that they would see Mr. Rogers like this. 

Y/N on the other hand, chuckles. “Who would have ever thought poetry would the food of driving away love?”

Mr. Barnes gives her a stern glare. “I thought poetry was the food of love.” 

“Possibly. I personally have thought of it not as a promise, but a solicitation of sorts.” He gives her another glare.

“Ms. Stark I pray that when one is completely, utterly, and foolishly in love, they do not solicit, they give.”

“My, my. Who would've thought? While I do respect your opinion, not everyone is the same. Just like you seem to not even solicit a slight politeness to those you’ve just met!”

“Ms. Stark!”

“Goodbye, Mr. Barnes, you have been lovely company.”

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LATER THAT NIGHT

After lighting the last candle in the room, Y/N blew out the match in her fingers and joined her sister in their shared bed for the night. Natalia smiles at her.

“Mr. Rogers is exactly what every man ought to be.” She whispers, faintly. If Y/N hadn’t been there, she might have missed it.

“As well as handsome, tall, and conveniently rich?” Y/N asks, in a teasing tone. 

“Oh hush! You know I don’t look for that!”

“But it doesn’t bother one now does it?”

Natalia blurts into a fit of giggles. “I guess not.”

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THE NEXT MORNING

This morning in the Stark household is like any other. Chickens clucking, the cow is mooing, as well as the breakfast sausages sizzling can be heard from, the kitchen, where the staff is preparing the first meal of the day for the family. 

And most definitely NOT out of the normal is the girls talking about the previous night’s ball, which could only be described in an array of words, like wonderful and exciting from Wanda and Carol, boring yet thrilling from Jane, and a bumble of words from Jane and Carol. 

“Ms. Bennet! Ms. Bennet!” Jarvis, one of the servants, runs to the table quickly, with a paper in hand. “Letter for you, Ms. Bennet. From Netherfield, the letter is!”

Silence falls upon the dining room as the words fly out of his mouth. 

“Well open it, Natalia! Don’t keep us waiting!” Mrs. Stark pleads with the daughter.

“Yea open it, Natalia!” Wanda says in a teasing tone.

“Oh hush, you! I’m going, I’m going!”  Natalia, says, waiting no more time before opening the letter. She skims over it, before looking back up.

“Well tell us, dear. What does he say?” Mr. Starks says form his end of the table.

“Her, momma, her. Sarah Rogers... has invited me to dine with her.

Oh dear.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel pride and prejudice au #marvel au #pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice au #pride and prejudice x reader #bucky barnes x reader pride and prejudice au

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oh my god thank you 🥺❤️

Through The Years Pt. 10

A/N: feedback is so so appreciated! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO WAS KEPT THEIR PATIENCE WHILE I WROTE THIS! (also, this is kind of short, my apoligies)

tags: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @the-romanian-is-bae @bihoeofmanyfandoms​

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takes place during: The Avengers

Italics= flashbacks

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NEW YORK, 1942

SSR HQ

“As you all know, a threat has risen. Commander Johann Schmidt has his eyes on something new; they call it the Tesseract. The power it holds is unlimited and unknown. If it falls into the wrong hands, especially in times like these, this is a war we won’t win. Meeting dismissed.” Dr. Erksine said, as all the agents seated around the table got up, desperate to go home. 

You had dozed out ages ago, and would’ve practically fallen asleep if it weren’t for Howard. He laid a hand on your shoulder and shook you. 

“Y/N/N, it’s time to go. C’mon. I heard your favorite radio show is on tonight.”

“Thanks, Howwie. It’s just, there’s something-”

“This Tesseract thing? I know were supposed to believe everything Dr. Erksine tells us, but this is a stretch-”

“Except it isn’t, Howard. I got a bad feeling about this one. You know how strong my intuition is.”

“I know. That’s what worries me.”

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PRESENT DAY, 2012

BRUCE BANNER’S LAB ON THE HELLICARRIER

The Hellicarrier is quiet as it floats across the night sky, and you absentmindedly type some data that Tony had given you a few minutes ago. You weren’t going to  lie; you were scared then, and you are scared now. It seems like history is repeating itself; some bad dude wants to get his hands on the Tesseract and if he isn’t stopped, a lot of people will die.

Only difference was, you didn’t have a brother this time. 

Blinking back the tears that were about to escape, you kept typing as Dr. Banner was scanning the scepter for gamma radiation, and Tony was solving several different equations and theorems and god knows what all at once. 

“Well, we’re going somewhere now. The  gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig’s reports on the Tesseract. But it’s gonna take weeks to process.” Banner said, letting out a sigh, laying down the object he was using to measure gamma readings on Loki’s scepter.

“We bypass their mainframe and direct route to the Homer Cluster we can clock this at around 600 teraflops.” Tony replied from across the room.

“And all I packed was a toothbrush.” Bruce said, going back to the computer.

“You know you should come by Stark tower sometime. Top ten floors, all R and D. You’d love it, it’s Candy Land. I’m talking to you too, Auntie. Paris must be as boring as-”

“How- Tony, I can promise you its not. Paris is fine.”

“But Pepper and I miss you in New York. Think about it, will you?”

“Sure will, hun.”

“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Stark. But last time I was in New York- I sort of broke Harlem.” Dr. Banner said. 

“Well I promise it’s a stress-free environment. No distractions, no surprises.” Tony says, while poking Bruce in his side with an electric current.

“Tony, leave him be!” you say, taking the current away from him. 

“Hey! Are you two nuts?” Steve says, scolding Tony as he walks in. 

“Oops. Jury’s here. Tell em your secret, Dr. Banner. Bongo drums, mellow jazz, bag of weed?”

“You think is is funny, Mr. Stark? Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship? No offense, Dr. Banner. You neither, Y/N.

“None taken, sir.” Bruce says, while still working on the scepter.

“Don’t worry about it, cap.” you say, while finally snatching the current from Tony’s hand and placing it down on the countertop to continue working.

“You- you don’t have to worry, capsicle. Last time I checked, you spent over 66 years stuck in the ice. You don’t know how anything works here. This little gadget-” he getsures to the comm in his hand. “will let us know everything S.H.I.E.L.D has been hiding from us since the beginning of it’s existence.”

“This is going to cause trouble.”

“Ding, ding, ding. We got a winner. Congratulations, you’ve just won a free box of popsicles. Or is that too cold?”

“What have you three been doing all this time?” Fury’s voice cuts in as he walks into the lab. “You’re supposed to be locating the Tesseract.” 

“We are. The model’s locked and we’re sweeping for the signature now. When we get a hit, we’ll have the location within have a mile.”

“You’ll get your cube back, director.” You say, crossing your arms, after hopping to sit on the table with Tony. 

“No muss, no fuss.” he passes you the blueberry bag, then looks at the screen “What is ‘Phase 2′ anyway?”

At this point, Steve has had enough and decided to intervene. “Phase 2 is S.H.I.E.L.D uses the cube to make weapons. Sorry, the computer was moving a little too slowly for my taste.”

“Captain Rogers, we have gathered every part of information possible related to the Tesseract. This does not mean-” He’s interrupted by none other than Tony.

“What about this Nick? What were you lying?” Tony said, turning the computer so Fury could see it clearly. 

Steve takes one look between the two men, but keeps his gaze on Tony, and says “I was wrong director. The world hasn’t changed a bit.”

Thor and Natasha enter the room and Bruce asks them “Did you two know about this?”

“Dr. Banner, you might want to think about removing yourself from the premises.” Natasha said.

“I was in Calcutta, I’m pretty sure I can handle this, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Loki’s been manipulating you.”

“And you’ve been doing what exactly?” 

“Dr. Banner, You didn’t come here because I batted my eyelashes at you.” She fired back, crossing her arms. 

You hopped off the table, and on the hilt of the sword on your left side, if tensions just so happened to go to another level. 

“And I’m not leaving because you’re getting a little twitchy. What I do want to know is why S.H.I.E.L.D is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction!”

~~~~~~

NEW YORK, JANUARY 1943

SSR HQ

“Starks, Ms. Carter, General Philipps, should the case arise that we get our hands on this - ‘Tesseract’ - as it appears, it shall not, under any circumstances, be used for weapons of mass destruction. It goes against everything we stand for. Everything the SSR stands for.” Erksine says, addressing the group.

“But Dr. Erksine, The rise of facism in Europe is a threat to our national security, and if the SSR can not make weapons of not necessarily of mass destruction, but weapons to protect the country, how are we to protect the nation?” General Philipps said from across the table. 

“Excellent question, General. That’s were Y/N and  comes in. Y/N, if you will.” Erksine said, gesturing to you.

Straightening yourself up, you opened a file. “I’ve thought of this concept for the past couple of months- although just a concept, It would, has General Philipps mentioned, make weapons not of destruction, but of protection. This is why, I’ve decided to name the concept- S.H.I.E.L.D. Get it? A shield is supposed to protect, and that’s what this will do.”

“And what does it stand for, Y/N?” Peggy asks. 

“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“And it’s purpose?”

“To Protect and Serve, Dr. Erksine.”

“I like it, but we will discuss  it further on Monday. Meeting Adjourned.”

~~~~~~

PRESENT DAY, 2012

BRUCE BANNER’S LAB ON THE HELLICARRIER

“And I’m not leaving because you’re getting a little twitchy. What I do want to know is why S.H.I.E.L.D is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction!”

“Banner, calm down.” Natasha said cautiously. 

“No, Romanoff. He had every right to be mad and confused. With all respect, director, me and my brother did not start S.H.I.E.L.D so we could pull stuff like this.” you said.

“But we have a reason, Stark. It’s because-” Fury points to Thor “him.”

“Me?” Thor questions.

“Yes, you. Last year Earth had a visitor from another planet who held a grudge on a small town. We learned then that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously, outgunned.” He finishes, diverting his eye to you, but saying nothing.

“Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it, and his allies, as a signal to all the realms that Earth is ready for a higher form of war.” Thor booms.

“A higher form of war?” Steve questions.

“You had us in a corner, Thor, we had no choice. We had to come up with something.” Nick fired back.

“A nuclear deterrent. Cause that always calms everything down.” said Tony.

“Remind me again how you made your fortune, Mr. Stark?” Fury asked.

“I’m sure if Stark industries still made weapons you both would be knee-deep in-” Steve was cut off by you.

“That’s enough, Steve! Leave it alone!” you exclaimed.

“No, hold up capsicle, how is this about us?” Tony asked, in a tempting manner.

“Are you midgardians really this naïve?” Thor asked.

“Oh please, are you that immature?” Natasha said, looking between Thor and Fury. 

“Everyone, we’re a mixture for chaos. A ticking time bomb waiting to explode.” Bruce said. 

“You should step away, Doctor.” Fury said to Bruce, before being overlapped by Tony. “Why shouldn’t the guy let off a little steam?” Tony asked, putting a ahnd on Steve’s shoulder. 

“You know damn well why!” Steve yelled.

“I’m starting to want you to make me.” Tony said, coming face to face with Steve.

“Big man in a suit of armor, take that off and what are you?” 

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”

“He’s not wrong-” Natasha said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Thank you, Romanoff! Someone with sense on this ship.” Tony said, thanking Natasha.

“I’ve seen guys none of that worth ten of what you are. The only person you fight for is yourself. You’re not one to make sacrifice play, to lay down your life for someone else. You better stop playing the hero.” 

“Steve-” you began, now both hands on both swords, both of them on your waist.

“No! You better stop acting so cocky, Rogers. You’re a lab rat, everything special about you came out of a bottle.” Tony fires back.

“If you think your think you’re so special, put on the suit then, lets go a few rounds.” 

“I’m not afraid to hit an old man.” 

“Stop it you two! You’re acting like children!” You yelled, cutting both of them off.

“You are ALL acting like children, man up, all of you!” Fury said. 

Bruce kept his eyes firm on Loki’s scepter. It seemed to glow even more now, but all of you had to resolve the argument first. 

“Something’s coming. Something bad.” Bruce muttered. “I can feel it.” 

“Keep calm, Banner.” Natasha said, and both her and Fury put a hand of the holster of their gun.

“Dr. Banner, please-” You began. 

You were once again cut off, but not by anyone talking. Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Fury, Tony, Steve and yourself were knocked down to the floor, scattered all over the room.

“What the hell was that?” Natasha asked. 

“Engine’s been blown off. I didn’t want to say I told you so, Agent Romanoff.” Bruce said, while helping you up from the floor. 

“You alright, Tony?” you ask, as You help Tony up.

“Just fine, aunty. You?”

“Barely hurts, tones.”

“What the hell was that, Fury?” Natasha asked. 

Fury looks out the window before running out of the room.

“Agent Barton.”

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I’ll give it a go :) Thank you for the tag, lovely :)

Here goes:

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no pressure tags: @dindjarindiaries @my-morning-straightjacket and anyone else who comes across this is invited to do so as well :)

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Type your username with your eyes closed and tag 4 people

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Eighteen

Summary: your eighteenth birthday is not at all what you hoped for

Turning 18 was a big deal to you. It meant freedom and finally being allowed in on the family business. You were hoping for a party at the garrison, just the Shelby’s and some drinks.

Instead you got a fancy business party at Tommy’s house because apparently they’d all forgotten it was today.

Because you’d been born 12 minutes earlier than Finn - something he refused to admit - and you’d been born at 11:59 whereas Finn had been born the next morning.

You usually celebrated your birthdays together but this year you’d decide to have two party’s separately, one for you and one for Finn.

Except yours had turned into business and you were being made to dance and chat up men. When all you wanted to do was dance and drink with your brothers all night.

“I hate him,” you muttered to Esme, swallowing the wine in your glass. “He knew it was today. He knew, yet he goes and fucking does this.”

“I would suggest leaving,” Esme said, “but I think you’d get caught before you get to the door.”

“Yup,” you grumbled, glaring at your oblivious brother. “It’s not like I wanted a fucking unicorn or anything. Just a night out with my family. Didn’t realise that was so difficult to do.”

“He’s looking at you,” Esme whispered.

“I know,” you replied back, trying not to make eye contact with Tommy. “And he wants me to mingle.” You groaned, slamming to glass down into the table and standing up. “Why have I got to fucking mingle? Why not do it yourself, you fucking prick.”

“Have fun,” Esme sang and you very unsubtly flipped her off. You weaved your way through the crowd of people, smiling and greeting people you barely knew.

“Y/N, Right?” Someone asked and you turned around, smiling.

“The one and only,” you joked, accepting the mans hand. “I’m sorry, I’m terrible with names -“

“Mark,” the man said, kissing your hand. “My fathers a good friend of Tommy’s.” He handed you a drink and you accepted it, taking a sip. Mark smiled as the band began playing a lively jazz piece. “Care to dance?”

You didn’t want to dance. Not with ‘Mark’. Not in the dress you’d bought for your birthday. But you had to keep Tommy happy.

“Of course,” you replied, forcing a smile to your face.

Mark walked you into the centre of the room and you caught Tommy watching you carefully from where he was talking to someone with Grace.

It wasn’t the first time you’d danced with someone who probably just wanted to sleep with you. Lizzie has given you advice on getting out of it, which you’d used more times than you’d like to count. The dancing Mark was doing was very...hands on. He wasn’t a bad dancer but his hands kept wandering. He had no concept of boundaries and didn’t seem to realise you were only 17.

You turned 18 in less than forty minutes.

Even though it was only ten minutes, your time dancing with Mark seemed to go on and on. The band ended the soon and you took a step back from Mark, sweaty and dizzy.

“Want to get some fresh air?” He asked.

You had no idea why you said yes. But you nodded and he guided you out the room, a hand tight on your arm. You caught Esme and Linda watching you leave and knew they’d follow you, just in case.

You weren’t quite sure where Mark was taking you. He was dragging you down different corridors, all of which you recognised but couldn’t quite remember where they were in relation to the hall.

Eventually he pushed you outside and you stumbled onto the patio. You looked at Mark and knew something was wrong.

“Your father isn’t a friend of Tommy’s, is he?” You asked and Mark smirked.

“No. But he’s in there, right now, telling your family how they’re the reason you’re dead! All because of your brother,” Mark snarled and you internally groaned.

“Let me guess, you’re going to kidnap me and threaten him?”

“No.” Mark pulled out a gun and your heart stopped. “I’m going to kill you and throw your body down at his feet.”

Everything was suddenly a lot colder and quieter. Your eyes focused on the barrel of the weapon that was about to kill you. Minutes before you got to turn 18, you would be dead.

“Y/N, get down!”

You didn’t hesitate. You threw yourself onto the ground as two guns fired. One hit you in the arm, the other hit Mark straight in the forehead. Your ears were ringing and you barely registered what was happening as Isaiah crouched down in front of you.

“You ok?” He asked and you nodded, accepting his outstretched hand. He killed you to your feet and you suddenly wanted to cry. Not because of nearly dying. But because your 18th was so fucked up.

“How did you know I was out here?” You asked quietly as Isaiah checked that Mark was definitely dead.

“Esme and Linda made me come and check on you,” Isaiah replied. “Concerned.”

“They’re not even blood yet they’ve shown me more concern tonight than any of my fucking family,” you muttered.

“Your arms bleeding,” Isaiah said softly but you waved him off as you sat down on the patio steps.

“I don’t care.”

Isaiah sat down next to you. He pulled out two cigarettes, offering one to you. You accepted it and let him light it for you. As the two of you sat there, Isaiah handed you a flask of whiskey and you took a sip before puffing on your cigarette again.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly, exhaling the smoke.

“11:59,” Isaiah replied, putting his watch away.

“Happy 18th to me,” you said quietly, taking a long drag of your cigarette. You followed it by taking a long drink from the flask.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted it to go,” Isaiah said, putting an arm around you.

“Eh, why am I surprised. He always manages to fuck everything up somehow.”

“We talking about Tommy?” Finn asked as he sat down on your other side, ignoring the dead body behind you.

“Why are you here?” You asked, unintentionally leaning into your twin.

“Some crazed lunatic in the ballroom started saying you were dead,” Finn replied nonchalantly. “Everyone’s rubbing around trying to find you. So, naturally I nicked a gramophone and thought we could continue the party out here.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, you burst out laughing.

“Come on then,” you said, pulling Finn to his feet. “Dance with me.”

The three of you began a weird dance to the jazz music. You were being twirled around by the boys, them taking turns to dip you and spin you around. Isaiah lifted you up into the air and you squealed, laughing as he spun.

Suddenly, the patio doors swung open and Tommy, Arthur, John and Michael marched through, stopping suddenly at the dead body. Isaiah put you down as Tommy, who looked like he was about to throw up, looked between you and the dead body.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you told him, leaning against Isaiah.

Tommy said nothing. He just ran forward and lifted you up, holding you tightly against him.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“He got a right chewing out from Esme,” Michael time you, catching sight of your confused face.

You smiled softly. Esme always had your back. “It’s alright, Tom,” you told him. “I’m fine.”

“It’s not alright, y/n, I fucked up your birthday and you nearly died,” Tommy said and you could hear his voice crack.

“But, I’m still here, I’m fine.”

“If you ignore the bullet hole in your arm.”

“ISAIAH!” You yelled as Tommy froze, putting you back down on the ground. “Fuck’s sake, man.”

“Where?” John asked, coming over.

You sighed, turning so that John could see the blood spilling down your arm. “Thanks, Is.”

“Welcome,” he smirked and you nearly punched him but John had a tight grip on your arm.

“Let’s go inside, Esme can fix it up,” John said, turning you around and pushing you in the door.

-

“Ow,” You hissed.

“Stop moving then,” Esme snapped as she stitched your arm up.

Tommy had kicked everyone except family out and the hall was empty. You were sat at a table having Esme sew your arm back together whilst Isaiah tried to fix the gramophone he’d somehow broken carrying back inside.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Tommy asked.

“For the thousandth time, I am fine, Tom,” you said dramatically and Finn snorted next to you.

“I’m sorry this wasn’t what you wanted,” Grace said softly as she handed you a drink.

“It’s turning out to be better than anything I could’ve wanted,” you replied, smiling.

You jumped as jazz music suddenly filled the room.

“Aha!” Isaiah yelled and you rolled your eyes.

“I still don’t quite get how you broke it in the first place!” You called and Isaiah shrugged.

“He’s an idiot, that’s how,” Finn muttered and Isaiah threw a napkin at his head.

”You two should dance together,” you said and Finn instantly stood up and walked over to Isaiah, the two doing a weird jive to the music.

“And I’m scarred,” Ada muttered from behind you and you giggled.

Tommy appeared at your side and you learnt into him, resting your head against his side.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he said softly, kissing your head.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You spotted Isaiah heading towards you and shook your head. “Nope, not happening. Not after last time!” You shrieked as Isaiah lifted you up off the ground and swung you around.

“She’s going to be alright, Tom,” Arthur said quietly from his brothers side.

“I know, Arthur, I know.”

Tommy just didn’t want you to grow up. Not yet.

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Literal Piece

Bucky: YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?!

Y/N: MAYBE I DO!

Bucky: *Calmly takes off metal arm and hands it to Y/N*

Y/N: *Calmly accepts it* Thank you.

Tony: What the-

Steve: They're getting along :')

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Are you still writing left hand free?

Yesss I do still plan on writing it! It’s just pretty low-priority at the moment. 

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are you going to release another part of ''To love another"?

About that... as much as I would like to keep writing it, I’ve lost all interest in doing so. I still love all things Little Women, I’ve just lost motivation to keep writing the series. However, I will be putting out something that explains the rest of the events in the story :)

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PROLOUGE (DAWN)

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark!Reader - PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU

Summary: The Stark family, consisting of Mrs. Pepper Stark, Mr. Anthony Stark, and their five daughters, Natalie, Y/N, Jane, Carol, and Wanda. On one sunny summer day, the news reached the Stark family home; Longbourn, that Netherfield Park, the most spacious and grand estate in all of England, was let at last!

Only, it was by a certain Mr. Steve Rogers, and his rather...grim and stern-looking (for lack of better words) companion and best friend, a James Buchanan  Barnes,  and Mr. Rogers’ rather notorious sister, Sarah.

As tensions rise between between Mr. Barnes and Y/N Stark, will they be able to overcome their own pride and get along?

Although it is the early days of winter, and there is a certain chill that creeps into one’s bones from time to time, the sun does not shy away, and proceeds to shine it’s bright light over the land. And although its the early morning in the early days of winter, the sky does not remain glum; rather, it seems to welcome the sun, as it is bright and blue, over the English countryside. 

And most important of all, although it is the early days of winter in the English countryside, with that certain chill that may or may not creep into one’s bones form time to time, where somehow, the sun shines bright, and the sky is as blue as- well, the sky; the earth itself starts to wake up. Birds tweet, and you may even be able to see frogs in the creek, if children have not run after them already.

Despite the conditions of the early winter in the English countryside, Y/N Stark walks every morning. Whether it be to get away from her own family, to ease her own mind, we may never know. She never does walk far; as bothersome as her family may be, especially her mama, she loves them nonetheless.

That is why, as she, finishing her books, makes the finally steps closer and closer to her home, the galloping of horses disturbs her daily and near to sacred ritual. Sticking her nose back in the book, in some fictional word, she tries promptly to dismiss the noise. 

But alas; to no avail. You see, reader; our heroine’s journey is about to begin.

And even as she does look up one last time, the men ride off. 

Now having approached her home, Longbourn estate, where her and her family reside, there is nothing more out of the usual, such as mysterious visitors on horseback. Thank the lord. 

The clucking of chickens and the smell of sausages cooking and the sound of her sisters arguing and playing the pianoforte rather badly is nothing new to our heroine. But what is new to her, dear reader, is the sound of her distressed mother somewhat pleading with her dear old father. 

“Haven’t you heard, Mr. Stark! Netherfield Park is let at last!”

#pride and prejudice #Pride and Predujice #pride and prejudice au #pride and prejudice x reader #marvel x reader #marvel pride and prejudice au #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #tony stark x daughter reader

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AHHHH MOLLY! This was so beautiful and an emotional rollercoaster. A beautiful ending to an amazing series. Definitely can’t wait to see what you do for season 3!! :D

Security - Chapter 42: The Goodbye

summary: Clan Djarin struggles to complete the last step to fulfill their quest.

warnings: canonical-type violence, angst, hurt/comfort, references to trauma, fluff (finally)

rating: T

word count: 5.812k

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#the madalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #definitely not crying in english class #;(

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AHHH I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S BEEN A YEAR ALREADY! :D

✨Cold Eyes Series Anniversary✨

Hello, everyone. I just realized I posted the first chapter of Cold Eyes a whole year ago!! It feels like a long time. (Well, almost. It was january 7 but I missed the date)

This series really mean a lot to me and I wanted to do something to "celebrate" in some way. So I'm going to make a separate Masterlist for the Series, it's something that I've been meaning to do but never find time to really make it and I'll be posting it later today.

Also, I'll have a little "Questions and answers" for the series or me if you want, so you can ask everything you'd like, something you were curious about and I'd love to hear your favorite moments or your thoughts, if you want of course 👉👈

Thank you all for reading!

Cold Eyes tag list: @cpt-bolter , @elvencantation , @jay-bird54 , @x-a-gay-disaster-x , @ridleysjazz , @hstoria , @iamafangirl-fightme , @leilei-draws , @hayley-the-comet , @snoot-snoot-toot , @1-800-depressedlesbian , @empresspalpatinee , @xgaygremlinx , @the-great-imagines-of-1812 , @rxyarrows

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Thank You for tagging me, my love! Happy New Year to o everyone! here’s to a prosperous 2021💕. My Top 5 Favorites of mine this year are my master list in pinned): 1) Just Breathe (Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader) “Look at you, you’ve made your mother cry.” Din sighs, rocking the child in his arms, putting him in the tram after a few minutes. He gently kisses his head, before following you to your shared room. 2) La Vie En Rose (James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Fem!Rogers! Reader) And yet these traditions would never falter, you would dance with him every friday night even after the kids went off to college. Because as long as you were with him, you would always see life- what was the word the French used? Ah,yes. La vie en rose 3) Through the Years, Prologue (James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark! Reader, Howard Stark x sister! reader) “Won’t you hurry, sissy? Put that on my right. They don’t call us the most charismatic people in the state of New York for nothing.” UPCOMING/IN THE WORKS: 4) PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU/ REGENCY AU James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark! Fem! Reader 5) And With You. (Poe Dameron x Skywalker! Fem! Reader) I choose to tag @dindjarindiaries, @dindamndjarin, anyone else who’d like to join!

I FOUND THE RULES THINGY!! (So proud 🥲)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

Fell asleep to 2020 and woke up to 2021! 3000/10 quality of a nap. Anyways, I was tagged by dis mutual —> @wndrcarol (follow her or I will sue 😊)

That being said, here are my top 5 of 2020! (I count backwards now)

5. Drunk and Dazed (Rey X Fem!Reader)

This one had one good line that I’m really proud of.

“Are you evening listening?”

“My ears are working”

Also, it’s frekin Rey!

4. Make A Wish (Natasha Romanoff X Reader)

This was my first NattyXReader fic! I absolutely loved writing it despite it being angst. It can be read both ways as platonic or romantic, too! Though, I am more of platonic Romanoff person.

3. A Made Meal (Avengers X Rogers!Reader)

Hmm 🤔 Technically I wrote this two years ago, but we’re just going to ignore that. *sigh* The Avengers 1 days. I miss it, man! That’s probably I posted it at this time. Y’all needed to remember those days. Plus, Tony and Clint are goofballs and would totally be a nuciance to any Rogers or Romanoff.

2. Leave It Behind (Carol Danvers X Kara Danvers X Reader)

My second ever series and probably my most proudest! I enjoyed reading all of y’all’s reactions to every couple of days I would post the next section and it would brighten my day! Especially during Part 4!

1. When I’m Gone (Daisy Johnson X Reader)

Though I am equally proud with True Reality, this one just hits me home. I wrote this one for a writing event, but the real reason why I wrote this was because of the show ending. Jesus I’m getting emotional thinking about sitting by the TV screen with my siblings after camping out in the woods for a week. And god damn did the show deliver. If I were to be honest, this was my proudest fic of 2020 hands down.

Tagging: @wannabe-fic-writer @i-write-sometimes-blog @life-is-hella-unfair and y’all bc my fingers can only type so much!

As always have a great day/night! May the new year bring you more joy than 2020 and stay safe! Much love from yours truly! -Bolts