#Dimi Answers

[dimigex]

hey just wondering if there’s a rough idea on the next instalment of healing hands 😍

Precious Anon, I was literally working on it when I got this message. I feel all the guilt that the new chapter isn't out because it's been ages. I will say that it started around a few thousand words and it's almost 14K now (oops). Since the wait has been so long, there's a sneak peak under the cut! <3 <3 <3

Ignoring the question, Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. “Tell me about the mission.” 

Kakashi raised one shoulder in a shrug. “It’s an S-ranked Anbu mission. You know I can’t give you the details.” 

“Well then, you also know I can’t clear him.” Sakura raised her chin to meet Kakashi’s dark, guarded gaze. As much as their friendship had developed over the past few months, he still managed to needle under her skin with little effort. Huffing out a frustrated breath, she continued. “How can you give me mission details when you send me the broken shinobi afterward, but not let me know what to expect? How does that make any sense?” 

The tense silence between them stretched for a moment as Kakashi formulated his response. Then, he sighed. “We have intel that a hideout belonging to Orochimaru is showing—” 

“You want to send him back to Orochimaru,” Sakura burst out, unable to contain her incredulity. “After everything he’s been through? How could you possibly think that’s a good idea?”

The lines across Kakashi’s forehead deepened, and Sakura realized that she might have revealed more about her relationship with Tenzo than she meant to. They wouldn’t have had much reason to talk about his past, especially since she had him on leave for medical reasons. But, as the Anbu medic, she had access to his file. Tenzo had admitted that much of what he’d told her was recorded inside. It wouldn’t have been unlikely that Sakura read it. 

Whatever conclusion Kakashi came to about the information, he kept his opinion to himself. “An abandoned research laboratory on the outskirts of the Land of Fire has been showing activity: disappearances, strange noises, and smoke. I need someone to secure the facility.” 

Refusing to be swayed, Sakura inclined her head. “And, you have dozens of Anbu who aren’t currently on leave. Send one of them.” 

The idea of sending Tenzo back to one of the facilities that he’d been trapped in as a child soured Sakura’s stomach. He would understandably be on edge and if something went wrong, it would set back weeks worth of hard work. Considering his slip with alcohol the night before, and the night terrors that came with it, Sakura couldn’t risk returning him to the field, not yet. He wasn’t ready. She had to find a way to protect him without damaging his trust again. 

“Sakura,” Kakashi chided, voice taking on the tone he’d used when trying to make her see reason as a genin. It hadn’t worked then either. “There are people disappearing, a couple of them were kids. If anyone knows how Orochimaru operates and how to capture him, it’s Yamato.” 

The plea tugged at Sakura’s heartstrings, but Tenzo needed just as much protection as those missing children did. If something went wrong, as it so often did on missions, she wasn’t sure how he’d react. His battered body in the hospital bed after his previous two missions flashed through Sakura’s mind. But, it gave her an idea. “I’ll grant his medical clearance on one condition.” 

The soft snort of disbelief from Kakashi didn’t match the ice in his gaze. “You do understand your input is a recommendation, right? I don’t have to follow your advice.”

“Yet, you keep asking for it,” Sakura countered, meeting Kakashi’s stare without flinching. There were only a few things that would make her stand up to her former sensei, and patient care was one of them. 

“What is your condition?” Kakashi shifted on the couch, a clear mark of discomfort. At least he was willing to entertain the idea. 

Sakura let out a measured breath to gather her courage. There was only way that she’d feel comfortable with Tenzo being back in the field. “Assign me to his team.” 

“Absolutely not.” Kakashi’s answer came almost as soon as the words left Sakura’s lips. “This mission has a high probability of failure, and you are not trained to handle these types of situations.”

Whose fault is that? Sakura managed to keep the question from leaving her lips, but only barely. Anger flooded her system at the implication that she was somehow less because she hadn’t received Anbu training. She had completed S-rank missions before, and her medical ninjutsu rivaled if not surpassed Tsunade’s. “If you’re worried about failure, I’m the best option to get your team out without casualties.” 

“This isn’t a game,” Kakashi growled, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I know you’re a good medic, the best even, but Yamato’s team won’t cater to you if you can’t keep up.” 

“I don’t need anyone to cater to me.” Sakura gestured at her dirty clothes with one hand as if they explained everything. “This may come as a surprise to you, but I'm in the best physical shape that I’ve ever been.” 

Kakashi shook his head like the fact was of little consequence. “That may be so, but you aren’t Anbu. There won’t be an extraction team if something goes wrong.” 

“You think I don’t know that?” Sakura recalled the harsh reality that she’d witnessed at the hospital and Tenzo’s apartment since returning to the village. “I’m not a scared, untrained genin any longer, Kakashi-sensei.” 

The title melted the ice in Kakashi’s eyes, transforming it into something like pride. “I know, but that doesn’t make you ready for this type of situation.” 

Sakura blew out a tired breath, wondering how many times she’d need to prove herself before someone believed in her. “Because you don’t think I can do it?”  “Because I don’t want you to do it,” Kakashi corrected, leaning close enough for Sakura to see the pale flecks of silver in his eyes. It underscored the sincerity in his voice.

#Dimi Answers #Healing Hands #YamaSaku #Yamato #Tenzo #Tenzo/Sakura #Sakura #Dimi writes #my writing #sneak peak #wip #unbeta'd #all mistakes are my own #because I'm too tired to edit this again before posting this part

[holy-megs]

Hey there!! Here is 🐏 from the matchup request, I wanted to ask if it was okay to change the selfship from tobirama to Kakashi or add him maybe? I'm sorry about this my inability to make decisions got the better of me if only one selfship is allowed then please go with Kakashi and I deeply apologize about this sudden change of heart I hope this isn't too much trouble. Have a nice day!! <3

Hello! Don’t worry it’s fine. I just need to take a note somewhere in case I forget😌! By the way I don’t have a problem doing both<3

#dimi answers

[jaxxnoir]

Okay but can I ask for more Dimi daughters being cute? 😍 Honestly I love these three so much it probably isn't considered normal anymore lol. 😆

Don't we all ehehe

#dimi sisters answer #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu sisters #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #house dimitrescu #request #my art #resident evil

[technologyvoid]

blorblo bleebus, but its me

IM FINALLY DONE MAKING THIS!!!!

Ok so this gave me an idea and I decided to make these for the mutulas I interact with most

Here's yours

@i-am-1142

@hyperfixatezz

@codemantaray

@dragonncat

@dimittrikovk

Hearts anon!

Mine

#answers❗ #💝 chilei #💝 hyper #💝 mulder #💖dimi #💖 hearts anon #esteemed mantaray #esteemed dragonn

[hoodie-prince-kid]

Oh that's a nice touch, a soothing protection screen.

???

#I almost had Dimi answer this because i dont understand and it scared me /hgen

[shinmiyovvi]

Taking a quick break from my exams to say hello and ask a question 🥺💖💖💖 so we know Marie felt extremely guilty for her decision towards the end of the game (Solovetsky), even tho she was obviously under a lot of pressure in that moment, but that begs the question: How did Kaoru and Dimitri feel about her choice? Do they blame her?

Hello and I hope you're doing okay with your exams! I'm rooting for you 💖💖💖 Also, I'll make this in character cause this just got me an idea.

"THAT SONNUVA BITCH! THIS WOULD'VE HAPPEN IF THAT BITCH DIDN'T JOINED THOSE GOOD FOR NOTHING BASTARDS!"

"Dimi calm down, Marie was being pressured. She doesn't have a choice, she was brainwashed."

"Brainwashed? Brainwashed my fucking ass! When you were revealed by the truth, you didn't chose Solovetsky, you lied to them! You told them they were in Duga, you were not pressured!"

"Dimi you don't understand what Marie had been through. I am different from her! I did that because I was angry, I'm being lied to and I want to get my revenge for doing that to us! She is not a traitor, Dimi."

"Ugh!!! We were supposed to have a smooth sailing with our plans, but no, someone has to fucking ruin the party then!"

"DIMI WILL YOU PLEASE LISTEN TO ME JUST FOR ONCE?!! I AM TIRED OF RAMBLING ABOUT THIS. MARIE ISN'T A TRAITOR, SHE WAS PRESSURED, SHE WAS STILL TRYING TO RECOVER, SHE DIDN'T KNOW SHE'LL BE KILLED JUST TO TIE SOME LOOSE ENDS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING TREAT HER?!"

"..."

"Please... Don't treat Marie as if she's a traitor."

"... Tch! Whatever. I have no time to deal with this shit."

#hazarrd 15 #asks #ask answered #answered #The angst in here is just killing me #I swear Dimi's frustrated okay? #He just wanted to beat the hell out of the CIA #But he cares for his smol friend #That's why Kaoru's trying her best to calm him down

[cinlat]

17 - Hanging by a Thread for Salix and Rheya

Whumptober: Day 17

17: Hanging by a Thread  Breaking point | Stress positions | Reluctant Caretaker

Substitute - ears ringing

Word Count: 271

Rays of sun danced in and out of dust motes. The world was silent as the peace after a hard day of work settled over Salix. He felt a moment of detached serenity for the space of two breaths until sound returned in the form of an annoying bell. With it, came the bone deep ache of bruised ribs and the memory of what had happened.

Gasping, Salix jolted upright, searching the battlefield for his companion. It was only supposed to have been a leisurely stroll to focus on his new skill set. Rheya had joined him grudgingly, she had—

“Rheya,” Salix coughed through the dust that hovered around the edges of the crater. He tried again, but could hear nothing but the ringing in his ears. 

Salix scrambled up the hill, searching the scorched land for his friend. A glimmer of pale color flitted to his shoulder, the small fae gesturing frantically towards the east. Salix followed Eos without hesitation to where Selene poured her healing might into a prone figure with vibrant locks. When Salix landed beside Rheya, Selene blinked out of existence, but Eos remained. The fae put a delicate hand on his shoulder, then mimed for him to do the same. He did so, fingers quivering while Eos guided him towards the healing side of his magic.

“I can’t,” Salix whispered through half a sob. It was an apology and an admission of defeat. He was newly awakened to his Scholar’s soul stone, a thing that happened by fluke rather than by study as it should. 

You must, Eos answered in Salix’s mind. Or she will be no more.

#cinlat answers #whumptober #whumptober2022 #salix tia #dimi oc: Rheya #miqo'te #thanks for the ask! #lightly edited and a tad rushed #but I made it #i discovered a new and accidental talent of Salix's #poor clueless boy #budding scholar

[blaiddydbrokeit]

7, 16, 35 for the ask game!

7: What color dominates your closet?

My closet is a pretty even mix of blue, black and white. Blue for both pants and shirts, but black is mostly pants and white is mostly shirts. Blue also includes some iconic pieces like my waistcoat.

16: Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

Not a hoodie, but a cardigan, since I rarely wear hoodies these days. It's my War Phase Dimitri cardigan and I've had it for... hm... 8 months? It's special because it's my comfort cardigan that I sometimes put on when I need to let myself sulk in a dark corner staring at dust. But also because I wear it near daily and (lowers voice) didn't wash it for 6 months because I was angsting too hard to willingly separate from it. My Blue Lions sweater is a close second though.

35: Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

I think we all know what my favorite one is.

This is Felinyan. It's Felix but as a pouty cat, and he's very smoochable. It's also very special to me because he was a gift from my beloved @officialfelixfraldarius (yes, dmlx real 2023) and is the perfect size for cuddling in bed with.

Bonus points for this photo with my boar pillow roll.

#thank you for the ask onyx! i hope you find the answers amusing #they certainly amused me while I was writing #ask #dimi breaks the silence

[adateur]

THE  CLASSIC  ROMANCE  OF  A  GOOD  RAINSTORM . ( accepting. )

@valheri said: [ SAVE ] 😆😆 she will probably punch him but let's go w/ this.

the hunter hasn't spoken a single word for two days now, only grunting and growling his displeasure whenever his companion does something he doesn't like --- mainly, what the virus doesn't like putting up with. she's a meal, prey, something he's supposed to be using for a means of survival and yet here they are, ROAMING THE STREETS of the french quarter without a care in the world. he hasn't had the chance to explain much about the rules and territory claims the infected set up to keep from crossing boundaries, but she doesn't seem like the type to even give much of a fuck about it anyway when she's strapped down with weapons and have great wits. they've been doing well considering the lack of communication until today -- a day that comes to catch unprepared and unsuspecting beings off guard with torrential downpours and hurricanes. a TROPICAL STORM wasn’t as damaging, but it was enough to cause massive flooding and horrible visibility.

an hour passes, bringing with it the humid and gusty breeze that smells achingly familiar. dimitri lets out a low rumble from deep within his chest, gaze wandering from the rooftops to the thickening clouds. usually, he would wait until the first raindrop fell against his cheek before BOTHERING to find shelter --- but with the company of the human woman and all her fancy little gadgets, there's a lot more reason to be on edge. dimitri wishes the virus would allow him a brief moment of his humanity to BLEED THROUGH long enough for him to express this worry of his. instead, he finds himself bristling at the distinct sound of thunder in the distance.

it's almost as if she's QUESTIONING what is causing his shifty behavior, especially since he's still much of a threat as any other special infected. but the hunter doesn't keep her in suspension for long --- the first raindrop smacks the windshield of a nearby car and he's sweeping the woman up in his arms and leaping several feet onto the ruined balcony above them. it's not his FINEST moments as he teeters dangerously close to the open edge, but the virus won't allow for miscalculated steps. not even when valheri decides to swing a quick right hook and connects it with his jaw. he winces at the contact, a growl surfacing ONLY FOR A MOMENT before his expression morphs into amusement. one may call it smug. grip goes slack as he feigns dropping her ass before scooping her back into the safety of his arms. as another swing is being CONJURED UP , the onslaught of raindrops begin to splatter down from the heavens and the first streak of lightning stretches across the sky. YOUR GADGETS ARE SAFE. a gesture towards one of her weapons with his head and a content rumble vibrates within his chest. would she understand? maybe not. but he can't deny that in this moment, he feels at ease with her in his arms. is she going to kick his ass once the storm ends? oh yeah.

#valheri #.answered #tumblr keeps fucking deleting my queue imma have to fite. #also yes dimi is keeping her. #she can fight him all she wants 🤣

[endlesscacophony]

@svnsworn​ said: "I'm not afraid to die. I just wish I could live a little first."

Death is something the young Prince had evaded for so long, something that seemed to swing toward him, growing closer and closer until it finally seemed like it was going to strike - and then missing. He’d somehow passed the point in which he was supposed to die and yet continued on even now. He wasn’t sure what sort of cruel joke it was, when those who deserved to live long fulfilling lives died young, their lives taken too soon from this world. When there were people like him who needed to die, to be wiped off the face of this planet and yet continue to live on.

Death was something Dimitri would welcome with open arms when it finally wrapped it’s tight clutches around him. Though, he supposed he would hold on until then, he had a lot to make up for with the time he still had, a lot of apologizes to make. 

But he understood Lunafreya’s sentiment.

To live, to experience life and it’s many whims, to enjoy them, to not feel the pressure of responsibilities or to witness the horrors and atrocities that now frequent their every moment. The ability to enjoy the life provided for him was something Dimitri had long since lost, it was squandered in the ashes on that battlefield in Duscur and left to rot during the insurrection.

Dimitri lifted the cup of tea, pressing it to his lips for a moment before slowly sipping at the chamomile for a long moment before settling it back on it’s saucer. “I understand,” His voice was low, quiet as he glanced up at her, one uncovered eye taking her in for a moment. 

“Though, perhaps if we both manage to live through this,” He continued, averting his gaze to peruse over the rest of the gardens, “Then we can find a life we can enjoy, one that’s worthwhile.”

“At the very least, I hope that you’re able to, Lunafreya,” Dimitri’s voice was quiet, “You deserve that much, at the very least.” She’d been through so much loss already, he hardly wanted her to press on in this war, but he knew they’d be better off with her assistance than without it.

#GOD I'M NOT READY FOR DIMI AND LUNA #I'M REALLY NOT #HECK ://// #Man i know you said I could pick both #and I went with dimi #/but oooooo man sylvain's answer would've been leagues different/ #i need to not lol #svnsworn #◣ 𝘈 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘈𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛 (𝘢𝘴𝘬) #◣ 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘗 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏; 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘉𝘌 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘐𝘕 𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛 (𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘶𝘦) #𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 (𝘋𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘪 || 𝘐𝘊) #𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚! [ 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 - 𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 ]

[str1ga]

tag drop dos

#felix → vanity #felix → headcanons #felix → about #felix → answered asks #felix → desires #felix → re: dimi #felix → re: the volturi #felix → replies #ldpdl → desires #bella → vanity #bella → headcanons #bella → about #bella → answered asks #bella → desires #bella → replies #bella → aesthetic #felix → aesthetic #jasper → vanity #jasper → headcanons #jasper → about #jasper → answered asks #jasper → desires #jasper → replies #jasper → aesthetic #jasper → re: the cullens #jasper → re: the volturi

[maegicks]

it   had   been   two   years   since   he'd   seen   any   of   the   cullen's   last.      two   years   of   time   spent   amongst   the   volturi.      of   time   spent   with   demetri   almost   always   at   his   side.      the   only   time   he   spent   amongst   humans   these   days   were   in   his   classes.      he'd   taken   up   classes   at   the   local   university.      something   to   do,   he   supposed.      something   to   achieve.      all   that's   to   say   that…   meeting   up   with   alice   cullen   had   been   an   impulsive   decision.      he'd   checked   his   email   one   day   a   few   months   back   and   there   sat   an   email   from   the   seer   herself.      emailing   back   had   taken   him   a   few   days.      just   a   bit   of   consideration.      what   were   the   consequences ?      demetri   would   surely   be   disappointed.      aro,   too.   but   demetri…   well,   his   opinion   mattered   just   a   little   bit   more.      even   though   it   shouldn't.      aro   had   the   power   to   take   him   out   of   this   world.      demetri   was…      well,   demetri.      

meeting   up   with   alice   had   been   impulsive.      something   distinctly   different   to   the   days   of   contemplation   replying   to   her   email   had   taken.      alice   had   suggested   it,   of   course.      insisted,   even.      said   nothing   bad   would   happen.      bellamy   believed   her.      so   -   they   met   up   at   a   little   hole-in-the-wall   coffee   shop   not   too   far   from   bellamy's   campus   on   the   first   rainy   day   they   could   find.      it   had   been   nice.      catching   up,   figuring   things   out.      it   solidified   some   things   for   bellamy,   too.      like,   that   he   was   exactly   where   he   was   meant   to   be.      huh.      who   would've   thought   ?      

he'd   been   careful   not   to   touch   alice.      to   keep   some   distance   between   the   two.      he   didn't   need   demetri   -   or   worse,   aro   -   knowing   that   alice   was   in   italy.      or   that   he'd   broken   their   trust.      too   bad   demetri   seemed   to   know   him   a   little   better   than   he   thought.      his   excuse   that   he'd   met   up   with   a   friend   from   school   hadn't   flown.      actually,   it   kinda   sank.      quickly.      demetri   had   seen   right   through   it.   

@fyllakas: ❛         i   can   tell   when   you're   lying   to   me.         ❜

swallowing,   a   nervous   blush   takes   hold   of   pale   flesh.      spreading   up   his   neck   and   over   his   cheeks.      shaking   his   head,   he   tries   again.         ❝         you're   being   paranoid,   demetri,   it   really   was   just   a   friend.         ❞         a   friend   he   shouldn't   have,   of   course,   but   a   friend   nonetheless.      pushing   himself   some   more   he   -         ❝         are   you   jealous   ?         ❞         the   mere   suggestion   is   almost   laughable.      but,   it   was   more   to   throw   demetri   off   his   trail   then   the   fact   that   he   actually   believed   it.      demetri   didn't   care   who   he   befriended,   or   who   he   spent   time   with.      well,   except   for   this   instance…      wherein,   he'd   deliberately   broken   one   of   the   only   unspoken   rules   that   they   could've   had.      no   contact   with   the   cullen's.         ❝         it's   alright   if   you   are.      i   get   jealous   of   you,   too,   sometimes.      when   i   see   you   with   that   one   blonde…         ❞         now   that   is   the   truth.      probably   the   first   true   thing   bellamy'd   said   to   demetri   all   day.      

#( ⁶⁶⁶ ) bellamy swan. ⇀ answered prompt. #THIS GOT SO LONG AND FOR WHY #no but dimi seeing right through a petty little lie is so funny to me #bell trying to manipulate the situation is even funnier though

[holy-megs]

hello! the picture of itachi is making me so soft its so good to find people who like and appreciate him 🥹 i think i found you through the tags and wanted to know if matchups are still open…?

-🌀

Hey! I luv Itachi and thank you for the support. Matchups are still open so feel free to request🤍

#dimi answers

[chilei-the-hotsauce]

Isn't it getting kinda late in your timezone?

~ 🐢

isnt it getting kinda late in your timezone?

#dw im gonna go sleep now #after i answer this one #ask chilei #my beloved mutual #dimi my child #chilei's on skooma again

[technologyvoid]

Moss :), choccy milk, spicy mayo, pumpkin spice

Void but it's the opposite

Moss :) and choccy milk:

Pumpkin spice: no thoughts, head still very full

Spicy mayo: i am the vibes! :D

Void but opposite: NOOO DO NOT PERCEIVE MEEEEE /j

#answers❗ #💖dimi

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖Make it Stick: Pt. 1 The Dragon

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky x ofc x Steve

Word Count: 1103

Tags: dark!fic, mob/mafia au, mob!Bucky, mob!Steve, dubcon/noncon, sexual coercion, half-sibling incest, m/f/m, non-con drug use, mentions of torture (non graphic), double penetration, forced tattooing, forced orgasms, enemies to lovers

Summary: When his babygirl—his sweet pea, little one, puppy ... half-sister—is recaptured after her latest attempt at running away, Bucky makes a power play in front of the entire Bratva to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

Dark and smutty content below the break. Consume responsibly.

“Да. Good. Make sure she stays that way. Now, tell me everything.” Bucky listens to his henchman’s answer, pissed in general but only getting truly angry when he hears one specific detail. “She was with who?! Ублюдок!!” He takes the phone away from his face for a second as he curses in three different languages. Fucking Gleb. He fucking knew it. He’s going to cut his fucking dick off! When he brings the phone back up to his face, all he utters is a deathly quiet, “We’re in the Dragon’s Den. Get them here. Both of them.” He ends the call.

The gun at Bucky’s back has stopped buzzing. Funny, how it’s the sudden lack of pain that makes goosebumps rise to his skin. “Boss?” Natasha asks.

Bucky’s eyes flick over to Steve, who’s sitting next to the Karpovs on the couch. One moment of intense eye contact between the two of them, and Steve’s face goes wan in recognition. Tight-lipped, Bucky gives an almost imperceptible nod of confirmation. Steve squares his shoulders and pushes up to standing to go over to the bar. The guy has an almost preternatural ability to predict Bucky’s wants and needs, which is one reason why he’s risen through the ranks so fast (well, it's one, leastways). He artfully flips a lowball, knowing what this situation calls for without having to be told; ice and two fingers of the Russo-Baltique that’s so expensive, Bucky once stabbed a guy’s hand into a table for drinking it without permission.

Steve delivers the glass and retreats to stand sentinel along the wall. Bucky sips, sets it down, growls and grabs it up again. He rolls the liquor in his mouth as he fumes, a dark plan starting to form in his head. It comes together quickly, because it’s not like he hasn’t spent plenty of time fantasizing about it before now. What he’d do when he finally got her back.

His little one is tenacious and likes to make trouble. She has a penchant for running away, but she’s never lasted this long before. It’s been over ten months—long enough to put the fear of God in Bucky that he could actually lose her for good, if he isn’t more careful. So, he has to be careful, has to make a statement, send a message. He has to make it stick.

Luckily, when it comes to “sending messages,” Bucky Barnes can be very creative. Like tattooing, torture is an oft underappreciated artform. “Dimi,” he barks. “I’m expecting some special guests tonight. Go and sort things out downstairs. I want the place packed by ten—Make sure it’s with the right people.”

“Boss?” Lev pipes up, confused. He’s Karpov’s kid brother: new, inexperienced but eager, still “earning his scales,” as the boys like to say.

Dimitri jerks his head for his brother to follow him. “Boss wants a demonstration. C’mon.” He’s already got his phone out as they leave the room to get things arranged. Bucky’s “demonstrations” usually require plastic sheeting and a crowd of people who are either Hydra themselves, or else educated enough to know to keep their mouths shut about Bratva business.

“Where’d they find her?” Steve asks.

Bucky scoffs, still fuming. “Floating off the coast of Belize. On my own fucking yacht. Can you even believe that?”

“Sounds like her.”

“Lena?” Nat hums. “Who’d you send?”

“Maximoff and Belova have her.” Bucky grits his teeth at the sting as Natasha uses a wet cloth to wipe off the excess blood and ink. He can feel her scrutinizing her work. “You can keep going,” he tells her, but she ‘tsks’ in that way that only a Russian tongue can really do.

“We’ll come back to it. Skin behaves differently when you’re not relaxed.”

“I’m am relaxed!” He hears how ridiculous he sounds and heaves a long sigh, trying to let his shoulders untense to at least somewhere below the level of his ears. “I’m relaxed.”

“Keep saying it and it might come true.” Nat rolls away on her stool, peeling off her gloves with finality. “Your blood pressure and vodka’ll push the ink out faster than I can stick it. Just come over to the Red Room once it’s done scabbing and we’ll finish it then.”

She’s already packing up her stuff when Bucky gets the idea. “Wait.” He narrows his eyes at the rolling toolkit that Nat keeps in the club’s upstairs lounge just for him and his men. “Do me a favor,” he says slowly, the idea taking shape in his mind. “Run down to the shop and print out a transfer for me. Cyrillic. A small font. Something pretty but … bold. Easy to read.”

Natasha tenses. “What do you want it to say?”

“собственность дракона.”

“No,” she says, and when Bucky looks over, she’s standing ramrod straight.

“Clearly, you disapprove.”

“I’m not inking it.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he snaps, low on patience tonight, even for Natasha. “Print it out on a goddamn transfer sheet and bring it to me.”

She’s doing that dead faced thing she does—where she goes still like a doll to avoid making some expression she doesn’t want you to see. Right now, Bucky suspects it might be sheer disdain. “Size?” she asks. “Shaping?”

“One line straight up the forearm. Delicate lettering, but clear as a fucking bell to read.”

“That still doesn’t tell me what spacing—”

“You know how big she is, you figure out the fucking spacing!” he yells. “Or what the fuck am I even paying you for?!”

Natasha goes eerily still, then abruptly pivots to leave, the severe line of her hair whipping around with the motion. She’s unhappy with him.

“Red ink!” Bucky calls out, the door slamming shut after her a millisecond later. He grinds his teeth together and stands up from the chair he’s been perched in for the past three hours, carrying his drink over to the mirrors so that he can get a better look at his back.

Scales, teeth, claws. Crouched and curling across his shoulders, tendrils creeping up onto his neck, marking him as what he is: Дракон.

The Dragon.

“Will you help me?” he asks Steve, quiet now that it’s just the two of them.

“Depends on what you want me to do.”

“It depends”—No other man in the Bratva could give such an answer and expect to remain in one piece. But Steve’s gaze is steadfast when Bucky meets it and tells him, “She’s gotten away with too much for too long. It’s time to shorten the leash.”

In the mirror, Steve’s eyes darken. He nods.

Take me to part 2!

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