#colin firth fanfiction
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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 [𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐘]
PAIRINGS — Mark Darcy x fem!Reader
SUMMARY — Mark and Reader meet on a dock in Greece and the rest is history
WARNINGS — difficulty conceiving, pregnancy, allusions to sex
NOTE — Okay the beginning and end of this are definietly Mamma Mia-esque but TRUST ME it fits the vibessss- anyways I hope you guys like it :3 Also a big thanks to @/mystic-writings for beta-ing!
Mark wondered what had brought him here that day. There he was sitting on a dock in Greece, reevaluating all of the decisions he had made in recent days. He found it very hard to stay hopeful when that very much could have been the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with on that boat, sailing towards an island he didn’t know the name of with a ferry that wouldn’t allow him to chase after her until two days later.
He was about to get up and turn around, find the nearest airport that would get him out of the sunny Mediterranean country, when he felt someone tap on his shoulder.
He squinted against the sun, trying to get a better look at who it was, but it wasn’t clear until you stepped in front of him.
“You miss the ferry?” you asked him and he nodded his head. “Shame,” you sighed and took a seat next to him. You introduced yourself and offered a hand for him to shake. He took it and introduced himself in return.
“I don’t suppose your travels have also been…” he chose his words carefully, “subpar?”
“Actually, they have,” you leaned back. “This was supposed to be some sort of girls trip.”
“And?”
“Well, you don’t see any girls around me do you,” you motioned to the empty dock.
“No I don’t suppose I do.”
You sat in silence for a moment, the sun beating down on both of your backs before you chose to speak again.
“Have you done much sight-seeing yet?”
“None. I just got here, and I think I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow,” he admitted.
“Leave Greece without seeing even one sight? You’re an interesting man, Mark.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he sighed and pushed himself up off of the bench.
“You know,” you started, “If you change your mind and want to see some of the sights before heading back to wherever you’re from, come find me. My hotel’s that one over there,” you pointed to one of the buildings overlooking the water.
Mark nodded his head and wished you a good day before grabbing his bag and heading towards the main street, he’d call for a taxi and maybe his choice would be more clear to him the next morning. It was hard to think in the midday heat, because right now, for some peculiar reason, your offer seemed awfully enticing.
—
The next morning you awoke to a knock on your door. You checked the time, it was half past seven which was far too early for housekeeping.
With a confused look on your face, and a just-in-case large vase in hand and ready for whatever was on the other side, you approached the door. In a quick motion you unlocked the door and swung it open, the vase held as threateningly as you could until you realized that you recognized those eyes and that tall frame.
“Mark?”
“You said if I wanted to get in some sightseeing before I go I should come to your hotel. You didn’t tell me what room though. I made a few awkward mistakes before landing on your door.”
“What compelled you to do this at half past seven on a weekend?” you chuckled.
“I could ask the same about your vase. Not normally something you greet someone with at the door,” he commented.
“Just playing it safe,” you said, now lowering the vase and returning it to its place on the table. “Why don’t you give me two minutes to get dressed then I’ll properly invite you inside.”
Mark nodded his head and you quickly shut the door, rummaging through your suitcases until you found what you wanted to wear, changing into it and reopening the door and allowing Mark to come inside.
“So, what changed your mind?” you asked. “You seemed awfully set on leaving.”
“I thought maybe it was time I took a break. I can’t remember the last time I took a vacation,” he admitted. “And it crossed my mind that perhaps you were right.”
“About what?”
“It would be a shame to leave Greece without seeing at least one sight.”
You grabbed your bag and shoved a few things in it, looking back up at Mark.
“Then let’s find a sight, shall we?” you offered your arm to him and he took it as you exited the room together.
After you sorted out where you wanted to go you found yourselves on a hot overcrowded bus, trying to understand what the stops were and continuously looking at the map and your surroundings to determine where to get off.
“So Mark, where do you hail from? I’m guessing England, but whereabouts?” you asked, over the loud engine.
“London, currently,” he said. “And yourself?”
“Currently? Also London,” you said.
“But-,”
“I don’t sound British?” you looked over at him and he chuckled.
“Exactly,” he nodded.
“I’m there for work. I’m an art curator,” you explained. “Brits bring pretty good business.”
“That I can believe, and I think this is our stop,” he pointed.
“Oh goodness, HEY! HEY! Stop the bus!” you called and stood up, waving down the driver with your hat. He slammed on the brakes and you jerked forward, almost falling into the seats in front of you if it weren’t for Mark quickly grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back down into your seat. “Man, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Mark couldn’t help but give you a little smile as he helped you up from your seat and you exited the crowded bus as quickly as you could.
“Good grief,” you sighed. “I would have gone flying if it weren’t for you. Thanks, Mark.”
“Don’t mention it, all part of the Greek charm I suppose,” he shrugged as you began to walk down the quiet countryside street, looking for the entrance to the beach.
“What about yourself, what do you do for work?” you asked.
“I’m a lawyer,” he said. “Human rights type stuff mostly.”
“Oh so a true London hotshot then,” you chuckled. “Come on, I think it’s right down here,” you motioned to a small trail opening.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d say hotshot,” he said.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m just teasing,” you said as you slipped on some loose gravel only to have Mark catch you again.
“You’re quite clumsy.”
“It’s a part of my charm,” you grinned.
From there you both silently decided maybe it would be best if you held on to Mark so as to not fall again, and you walked a short distance in comfortable silence until you came to the opening of the beach.
“Wow. Mark, this is really a sight,” you grabbed his arm and dragged him further so he could see the full view.
The cove was secluded and the pristine water gently lapped against the shore along the white sand.
“What do you think?” you asked.
“I’m glad I stayed,” he said with a smile.
Still hand in hand, you found a comfortable spot in the sand and laid out a blanket you had packed to sit on for the time being.
“Do you have anyone waiting back home for you, Mark?”
“Not aside from my parents,” he shook his head. “And yourself?”
“Unattached currently,” you said while grabbing a water bottle from your bag. “My girlfriends would say this seems to have the making of a summer romance.”
Mark found himself curious to see if you thought so too. Certainly he thought that seeing Bridget go off into the sunset with someone else would be the end of his romantic life, but perhaps he was mistaken.
“Well, we’ll have to see if they’re right,” Mark said simply and you chuckled.
Spending time with Mark was easy. It was as if your friends hadn’t all bailed on you and this was your plan all along. The days quickly melted into one, then two, then three and it was an easy routine for Mark to join you at your hotel in the morning.
You were both too caught up in a whirlwind of tourism filled with adventures and flirting that you barely even noticed your departure date approaching.
“Has it already been ten days?” you sighed, leaning into Mark’s side as you sat along the beach just outside of your hotel.
“Went by a lot faster than I expected,” he admitted. “Feels like just yesterday I was so forwardly introduced to you.”
“Shut up, Mark. You’ve had a good time,” you laughed. “Now let’s do one more fun thing before we go back to the doom and gloom of London.”
“What do you have in mind?” he asked as you stood up and walked with him towards the water.
“Hmm, have you ever tried the opposite of skinny dipping?”
“Which is?” he frowned.
“This!” you exclaimed while pushing him into the water, fully clothed, but not before he grabbed onto your waist, pulling you down with him.
You squealed in surprise, falling on top of him in the shallow water.
“Did you really think you could get away with that?” Mark asked and you shook your head with a laugh.
“It was either this or you’d get up and chase me and throw me into the water.”
“We could do that too if you wanted,” he moved one of the wet strings of your top off of your cheek which it was currently stuck to.
“No, I think I kind of like it here,” you said with a whisper.
“Good, because then I can do this,” his thumb moved from your cheek to your chin, pinching it between that and his index finger and bringing your face closer to his before finally pressing his lips to yours.
You brought yourself as close as you could to him, your hands holding on to both sides of his face. You could feel the water’s crests and falls and tasted its salt on Mark’s lips.
When he gently moved away, giving you both a moment to breathe, he said, “I had to make sure I gave you a proper kiss goodbye.”
“Could I perhaps entice you to make that a regular occasion?” you asked.
Mark kissed you again, this time shorter before giving you a thinking face and then nodding his head.
You chuckled and grabbed his hand, standing up yourself first before pulling him up with you. He trailed behind you as you walked towards your things, pressing a kiss to your temple from behind, then your neck until neither of you could help it and turned around to kiss properly again.
“Why don’t you stay in my room tonight,” you murmured. “And maybe if we’re lucky the vacation will continue when we’re back in London. Any objections?”
“No, sustained,” he kissed you again and you giggled at his joke.
“Save something for the room, Mark,” you teased as you pulled away, “If we stay out here much longer we’ll be putting on a show for the tourists.”
“And?” he raised a mischievous brow.
“Mark!” you exclaimed with a surprised laugh, quickly grabbing your bag while he grabbed the blanket, shaking out the sand before grabbing your hand and heading back to the hotel, prepared for whatever this summer romance would bring.
—
A few months later…
“Mark! I’m here, are you home yet?” you called into the townhome as you stepped across the threshold, throwing your keys on the table and slipping off your coat.
There wasn’t an answer so you assumed he hadn’t arrived yet, but when you climbed up the stairs you saw him lying down on the couch with a pillow over his face.
You chuckled a little and quietly bent down and removed the pillow only to be met by a soft,
“Hey.”
“Last I remember, you asked me to come over after work,” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his nose. “How was your day?”
“Exhausting, can’t you tell?”
“Yes, quite clearly,” you nodded as you sat on the edge of the couch. “So, did you miss me?”
“Dreadfully,” he nodded and beckoned you to come lay down with him. “How was work?”
“It was alright,” you sighed. “I think I’m getting tired of working for snooty rich folk. Maybe I need a change of scenery.”
Mark kissed your temple and you hummed,
“Or maybe I should stay like this all day.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” he teased.
“But alas, there’s work to be done. Come on, we have to make dinner,” you pushed yourself up and took Mark’s hand, helping him up and dragging him to the kitchen.
You had agreed earlier on what to make for dinner so you easily fell into a rhythm of preparing things together.
Even though the clouds were grey and it was perpetually raining in London, when you were with Mark, everywhere felt like Greece.
“Mark, how am I supposed to get any bloody work done when you keep distracting me?” you asked just as he finished pressing yet another kiss to your neck.
“We could forget about work,” he suggested.
“As much as that sounds enticing, I’m starving,” you sighed. “And I think we both know what happens when I haven’t had enough to eat.”
“Yes, I believe we’d like to avoid that,” he nodded his head and went back to chopping up some vegetables.
“Mark, can you pass me the pepper and paprika please?” you asked, pointed over to his spice cabinet as you walked away from the stove for a minute to go grab something to drink.
As you bent down to check what was in the fridge, something caught your eye on the counter and you quietly closed the fridge to inspect it.
“Mark, what’s this?’ you asked, picking up the small box and opening it as he protested only to stare blankly at what was in front of you.
“Ideally,” he started, “this would not have happened.”
“I-I just…” your voice trailed off.
Mark sighed, “You see I was worried this would happen, you’d see this and get scared and run away, and I’ve ruined it, haven’t I.”
“You mean this is meant for me?” you pointed to the ring, then to yourself.
He nodded his head.
“When did you get it?” you asked.
“The day we left Greece,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “See I told you, you would think I was insane-.”
“I never thought that,” you were grinning, looking up at him.
“You-You don’t?” he confirmed.
“Since I’ve ruined the surprise, why don’t you ask me the question and see what my answer is.” you suggested. “Go on.”
“I-Darling, are you sure you want to do it like this? I could plan something more romantic than being in my kitchen in the middle of making dinner.”
“No,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect.”
Mark took a deep breath and walked up to you, taking your hands in his, saying your name in the way he did that made you feel like it was his magic spell that would fix all his problems.
“Will you-,”
“Yes,” you interrupted him, unable to even contain your own excitement.
“You didn’t even let me get the question out,” he chuckled.
“Sorry, sorry,” you shook your head. “Say it again.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Mark Darcy, I would love to marry you,” you grinned and he quickly pulled you in for a searing kiss.
When you pulled apart, Mark took the ring from the box and slipped it onto your finger.
“Your parents are going to think we’re insane,” you laughed.
“And yours won’t?” he poked.
“Oh I’m sure they will, but-wait, what’s that smell?” you frowned.
Mark turned around and you looked past him seeing the smoke coming from the pan.
“Shit!” you exclaimed and quickly went to turn the stove off and move the pan off the hot element.
You both examined the burnt food and then looked at each other.
“Take out?” you suggested and he nodded.
“Thai?”
“Nah, what about Mexican?” you asked and he shook his head.
“Indian?” Mark landed on and you nodded.
“That’s the one.”
Mark easily reached out his hand and took it in yours before grabbing your coats and heading out the door.
As you walked down the lit streets, Mark lifted your hands so you could both see the ring glimmering under the streetlamps.
“I think it looks complete with a ring,” you said. “Don’t you?”
“I surely do,” he nodded and pressed a kiss to your hand. “I love you, my darling.”
You smiled fondly at him, “I love you too.”
—
Several years later…
Mark never got tired of going to sleep and waking up next to you every single day. If anything, his heart longed for you to be next to him when he was away on trips for work.
Tonight was no different, except it was a little sweeter on this occasion, it always was when he was coming back from being away.
He quietly got changed and slipped into bed next to you and you jolted awake, turning around excitedly.
“Jesus, Mark! When did you get here?” you asked.
“Moments ago,” he chuckled.
“I tried to stay awake,” you yawned. “I really did.”
“Well, you’re up now,” he kissed you. “And I suppose that means we can fall back asleep together.”
“Yes, but before we do that, I have something I wanted to ask you,” you started. “I’ve been thinking about this when you were away and I was wondering what you think of maybe having a little one join us?”
“You mean like Lucy?” he looked over at the corgi sleeping at the foot of the bed. “I suppose we could get another puppy-,”
“Mark, not a puppy,” you laughed. “A baby.”
“A baby,” he hummed thoughtfully. It was something he always assumed he would have, it seemed like the next logical progression of things, and when Mark thought of having a miniature version of you running through the hallways of your home, he was sold. “I think, if you’re ready of course, maybe we should start trying.”
“Really?” you grinned.
“It’s an easy decision,” he kissed your nose. “I would take any chance to bring more of your light to the world.”
You gently reached out for Mark’s cheek and looked at him lovingly.
“Funny, I was thinking the same about you.”
You both shared a sweet kiss, and Mark let his lips stray away from your lips, kissing along your jaw then your neck.
“You know, we could start trying now,” he murmured. “No harm in getting a head start.”
“Well, I am awake,” you raised your brows and squealed playfully while he pulled you on top of him.
After a little bit more discussion in the following days, you and Mark had gotten yourselves as prepared as you could for life as a family of three. Mark was determined to make sure your finances were in line and what both of your work lives would look like once a baby came into the picture. With that sorted you began trying, and weeks turned into months, which turned into a year, and then another, still with nothing.
Mark could see how difficult it was getting, each time you went in with a little light of hope in your eyes, but it continuously became dimmer and dimmer with each negative result.
At this point, you both wanted it so badly, but nothing you were doing seemed to do the trick so to speak.
Mark waited patiently outside the washroom while you went in there with another test, by now you had both lost count. When you came out he could see that the test still wasn’t done, so you both waited in silence by the kitchen counters for the three agonizing minutes to pass.
When your watch beeped, you hesitated before lifting the test up to your face to see what the results were. Mark was standing across from you and he watched as all hope and energy drained from face and how quickly your shoulders began to shake while you covered your face with your hand and began to sob.
Mark quickly came to your side and wrapped you up in his arms, taking the test away from you and placing it on the counter, allowing you to feel the weight on your chest, but also lean on him.
“I-I’m so sorry, Mark,” you shook your head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he shook his head. “It’s just a hurdle, we’ll jump over it like we always do.”
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” you cried softly into his shoulder. “It’s been two years since we started trying, Mark.”
“Then let’s press pause,” he whispered and kissed your temple, he could feel a few tears welling in his own eyes, not only was his heart crushed by the state you were in, but regardless of how much he let on, he wanted this too.
After a few more moments in silence together you told Mark you were going to call in sick at the museum and just take the day.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” he asked.
“No, you have important things to do at work, you should go,” you said as you walked back into your room.
Mark watched from the doorway as you walked to your side of the bed and slipped back under the covers.
“Are you sure?” he checked again.
“I’m sure,” you nodded.
He came in and kissed your temple once more, whispering a soft I love you which you returned.
Mark gathered his things and headed out the door, calling a taxi to come and pick him up. As he sat in the car and an overwhelming feeling came over him, he was about halfway to work when he couldn’t sit with it any longer.
“Can we please turn the car around,” he asked. “Just take me back to where you picked me up,” he told the driver while dialing a number on his phone.
“Hello?” a man’s voice on the other line responded.
“Paul, it’s Mark, I’m not going to be able to come to work today, something came up at home and I have to be with my wife.”
“I’m sure the world won’t burn down without you for one day,” Paul assured him. “Go be with your wife. You both barely took any time off for your honeymoon anyways.”
“Thank you, Paul. Call me if you need anything that I can do from home.”
“I won’t. Like I said, go be with your wife.”
Mark chuckled and they hung up the phone. He’d always had a hard time letting go of work, but sometimes it was a little easier when it came to you, and you both agreed there were a few things in your relationship that not even an urgent case could pull Mark away from. In his opinion, this was one of them.
When he entered the house again, he tossed his keys on the front table and slipped off his shoes while loosening his tie.
Coming back into the room again, he could see you were still curled up in the bed and Mark came carefully placing himself behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist.
“You came back?” you asked.
“This is more important than work,” he said. “Someone else can save the world today.”
You turned around and pressed your face into his chest, holding him so tightly.
“Thank you for coming,” you mumbled. “It hurts a little less when you’re around.”
“I feel the same,” he kissed your hairline. “And regardless of how things turn out, whether you get pregnant, or we adopt, or decide not to have a baby after all, we’ll still have each other.”
You looked up at him with a small smile,
“No regrets?” you asked, but he could tell you were teasing.
“Never,” he leaned down and kissed you and you knew he meant it.
—
A few more years later…
Mark stood outside the front door to his home, looking down at what was in his hands in contemplation. What would be the best way to break the news to you? He could just come in and show you, but perhaps it would be best to tell you slowly, he could manage that, he just had to use his skills as a lawyer and it would be easy as pie, you wouldn’t even know what had hit you.
With one last deep breath, Mark swung the door open and stepped inside.
“Darling, I’m home!” he called.
“Oh good!” you called, “I have something I want to tell you.”
Mark frowned curiously, and thought to himself what could it be that you had to tell him?
He hid his one hand behind his back and climbed up the stairs, meeting you in the living room.
“What was it you wanted to tell me?” you asked when you stepped into the room from the hallway.
“What did you want to tell me?” he asked in return.
“Maybe we should go on three?” you suggested and Mark nodded.
“1…”
“2…”
“3.”
“I bought another dog.” “I’m pregnant.”
Mark’s jaw dropped as he now held the baby dachshund puppy in front of him.
“You’re-You’re what?!” he repeated.
“You bought another dog?!” you looked with surprise at the puppy in front of you.
“I just thought Lucy was getting lonely, and we could use the extra energy in the house, but wait,” he paused, placing the small puppy on a soft spot of the carpet. “You said you’re…”
“Pregnant,” you smiled.
“But I thought-,”
“We couldn’t have kids?” you filled in for him and he nodded. “Turns out impossible sometimes means: very, very, very, very unlikely.”
“We’re going to have a baby,” Mark said softly to himself. “My God, we’re going to have a baby!”
He scooped you up in his arms and pressed a smacking kiss to your lips and you joked,
“Took us long enough.”
To which Mark laughed and said,
“I know right.”
“Now, I think someone on the carpet wants our attention,” you moved over to pick up the small puppy who was wagging its tail excitedly. “What’s your name, little one?”
“Maisie. She’s a rescue,” Mark said, wrapping his arms around you again from behind.
“A baby, and a puppy,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect, don’t you think?”
Lucy barked and you both laughed.
“Someone certainly thinks so,” Mark commented before bending down to pick Lucy up so she could meet her new sister.
“It will be a full house, that’s for sure,” you kissed Mark’s cheek, “but something tells me that’s what will make it fun.”
—
Nine months passed like a whirlwind and before you knew it, your beautiful baby Ana was here with minimal complications, leaving you with a very healthy baby.
The first time Mark held her in his arms you knew it was love at first sight, and you didn’t think you’d ever seen him smile that big.
“How am I supposed to go back to work when she’s growing every second,” Mark sighed and whispered as you held the napping baby in your arms, sitting up in your bed.
“You could try it out and see what it’s like,” you suggested. “Or maybe you could do consulting from home for a bit, until she’s a little older. Do you think they would let you do that?”
“They might,” he nodded. “They’ll probably call the police to report a missing person first.”
“Come on Mark, you’re not that bad,” you chuckled. “Okay, maybe you are, but you’ve always made time for what’s important. Trust me, especially if you talk to Paul, he’d be surprised if you didn’t quit.”
“I’ll call tomorrow and speak with the firm to see what they’ll allow,” he said.
“Are you sure you won’t miss working cases too much, and you won’t be too cooped up in the house with us?”
“I’m sure, and like you said, if it works out I can always reevaluate when she’s older.”
He looked back down at his daughter and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Don’t you think she’s just the most beautiful baby you’ve ever laid eyes on,” you sighed, leaning into your husband’s shoulder.
“The most beautiful indeed,” he turned his head and kissed your temple. “Just like her mother.”
“Mark, I’m literally a week postpartum after a geriatric pregnancy, no one looks good after that,” you laughed.
“You have the glow of motherhood,” he insisted. “And your smile still hasn’t changed,” the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
“Sweat and delirium, my love,” you responded. “But either way,” you looked down at Ana once more. “I still can’t believe she’s really here.”
“Neither can I,” Mark spoke softly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “Our daughter.”
“Have you thought about what you want her to call you?” you asked.
“I was thinking Papa, but I’m not sure it suits me, but she’s far too young to be training her.”
“Speak for yourself, I’ve already started to teach her how to say mum,” you teased which made Mark chuckle.
Ana started to move and shift in your arms and you could sense she was waking up to be fed.
“Unfortunately, I can’t be much help for this,” Mark said. “But I can go into the kitchen and warm up one of those lasagnes your mother made when she visited so that we can have something to eat.”
“Sounds splendid,” you kissed your husband’s cheek and exchanged quick "I love yous" before moving on with your respective tasks.
No matter how tired you got over the next couple of months, you both would never forget that feeling, the one of gratitude that by some chance of life, you were able to create the little human being in your arms.
—
“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay to do today alone?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” Mark insisted, “look at us,” he pointed to the baby carrier fitted with a recently one year old Ana. “I’ve got phone consultations lined up for the day and some simple casework. You should go before you’re late.”
“Goodness, you’re right,” you looked down at your watch. “They really don’t tell you how hard it is to leave.”
Mark quickly kissed you goodbye and you kissed Ana, lingering a little longer, not knowing how you’d last a full day without your little girl.
“Alright, goodbye my loves, I’ll miss you,” you blew them both kisses and Ana giggled which made you smile as you headed down the stairs and quickly ran out the door to get into your taxi.
Back inside Mark slowly began to get into the groove of things.
“Today is Papa and Ana banana’s day,” he smiled and kissed the top of her head, listening to her babble. She’d do that whenever he called her Ana banana and sometimes he’d do it just to hear her little attempt at speech and communication. “Alright, shall we get to work?”
Ana bounced in her carrier, smiling brightly.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mark grinned.
Having already felt with breakfast, Mark put on an earpiece and began making his necessary phone calls, walking around his home office consulting on matters pertaining to different cases he was consulting on.
After about an hour or so Ana began to get a little fussy and Mark assumed she wanted to move around a bit, so he took her out of her carrier and placed her inside an enclosed play area in his office while he did some paperwork.
He loved any time he would get to spend with Ana, even if it meant working from home.
The rest of the day went by in a flash and by the time you got home both Mark and Ana were taking a nap on the couch. Ana was lying on top of Mark’s chest drooling on his shirt and Mark still had his bluetooth in his ear.
It was a sight to see and you quickly snapped a picture before either of them awoke.
Carefully you took Ana off of Mark and went to place her in her cot and woke up Mark, knowing if he stayed asleep any longer he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.
“Where’s Ana?” he asked immediately and you chuckled.
“I put her in the cot. Your father-daughter day go as planned?”
“Exactly,” he nodded and you kissed his cheek.
“Come on, I brought home dinner. You can tell me all about it.”
You took Mark by the hand and dragged him to the kitchen, making sure to turn the baby monitor on in case Ana woke up.
You grabbed your takeout and sat on the counter, eating your food, watching Mark and listening to him recount all of the cute things Ana did throughout the day.
Even though more of your meals had become store bought and you were running around in every direction, it was always all worth it when at the end of the day you could sit together and visit, especially with Ana at your side.
—
“I think we should go, don’t you?” you placed the invitation back on the table. “It’s a good excuse to go on vacation again and it’s around the area where we met. It could be romantic.”
Mark looked skeptical.
“I’m not sure it’s the best idea, perhaps we could go another time.”
“Isn’t this your friend getting married?” you asked. “Come on Mark, please? Right Ana darling? Don’t you wanna go too?”
“Yes Papa,” she stood up in her chair and clasped her small hands together. “Please!”
Mark looked over at his wife and daughter and shook his head.
“Alright, I’ll look into the tickets,” he said and you grinned and Ana clapped.
“Your first real vacation Miss Ana, what do you think?” you kissed her cheek.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I’ve never been on vacation.”
Mark chuckled and picked up his now six-year-old daughter,
“Well, your mum and I met on vacation,” Mark told her. “She was very clumsy.”
“And your papa was very-”
“Handsome,” Mark tickled Ana and she squealed. “Now before your mum can correct me, why don’t we go look for flights, Ana banana.”
“Alright, Papa,” Ana agreed.
“Ah ah ah,” you scooped Ana out of Mark’s hands. “After she finishes her dinner.”
Ana quickly jumped out of your arms and went to eat her food as fast as she could so she could join her dad.
“Slow down, sweetheart you’re going to choke,” you chuckled as she pushed her plate away from herself, saying,
“Done!” with her mouth half full of food.
In the end you got what you wanted because three short months later you had landed in Greece and were on your way to the location of the wedding being held for Mark’s friend.
“Mark, isn’t this the dock where we met?” you asked, looking around at the benches as scenery that looked very familiar. “Yes, I think it is, look, there’s that hotel I stayed at.”
“Mum, this is where you and Papa met?” Ana asked and you nodded.
“What a lovely coincidence that is,” you smiled and kissed your daughter's cheek.
Mark just gave you a small smile as you awaited the ferry and after you boarded the crowded boat, you squished into a few seats with Ana sitting half on your leg and half on Mark’s.
“I guess you finally have the chance to take this ferry,” you laughed a little to yourself, but you could help but notice that Mark was awfully quiet. You figured you’d ask him about it later, maybe once you’d settled in your hotel room, but first on your list was to mingle with the rest of the wedding guests and the bride and groom in some of the hotel common areas.
All three of you couldn’t have been more happy to get off that boat and Ana was excited to have a little run around before coming back and holding one of your hands and one of Mark’s.
“Did you and Papa come here, Mum?” Ana asked while swinging both her arms.
“No, we didn’t,” you shook your head. “I guess we were just waiting to come with you.”
“Well you waited a long time.”
That made you both chuckle as you finally finished your walk and arrived at the hotel.
“Should we check in or-?”
“Mark!” you all turned when you heard his name only to see a bright smiling blonde woman coming your way. “Mark, it’s so good to see you, I’m so glad you could make it.”
She gave him a big hug before taking a step back and introducing herself to both you and Ana.
“I’m Bridget,” she said. “It’s so nice to meet you all, you must be Mark’s family.”
“Yes,” you grinned. “And you’re the bride!”
“Guilty,” she laughed. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come or not, but I figured I’d throw the invitation out there.”
“Oh, why wouldn’t he come?” you asked curiously, not noticing Mark’s tense reaction.
“It’s just, after Mark and I broke up I came to Greece, oh what was it, around ten fifteen years ago, and I just hoped it wasn’t a sore subject still, but I can see it isn’t,” she pointed at you and Ana. “I’m so happy for you guys.”
You wanted to respond, but your mouth seemed to stop working. You heard Mark do it for you and quickly excused you all so you could check into the hotel.
You could hear your name being said a few times when finally a gentle hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance.
“Ana, can you do Papa a favour and go over there and spend time with aunt Jude?” he asked.
“Okay,” she nodded and chased after her father’s friend’s wife leaving just you and Mark.
You turned to him with a hurt look on your face,
“You came to Greece to chase after her didn’t you,” you said quietly. “That’s why I found you on the dock; that’s why you were waiting for the ferry.”
Mark chewed on his lip and nodded.
“And you didn’t think to tell me she was your ex before letting me convince myself it was a good idea to come here?”
“Darling, you were so excited and I didn’t think it mattered-,”
“Mark, please,” you shook your head. “I just-,” you paused and took a breath. “I need some time.”
You took some of your things and went to the front desk to check into the hotel while Mark went to join Jude who had Ana in her arms. He made friendly conversation until you were done and you collected Ana and went upstairs to your room in silence.
“Ana, how are you feeling, my love?” you asked.
“I’m a little sleepy,” she admitted. “Is it bedtime soon?”
“Mhmm,” you nodded. “We’ll all get ready and tuck in early, how does that sound?”
She yawned, “Good.”
Once you got in the room, you started to help Ana get changed while Mark got out your toiletries and easily took over when it came to teeth brushing. You took the time to get changed and settled, giving Ana a book to flip through while you and Mark both silently got ready for bed and slipped in the bed on either side of Ana.
You slept close to the edge, your back turned away from the centre so Ana naturally decided to curl closer to father.
“Is Mum okay?” Ana asked in a quiet mumble.
“I hope so,” Mark kissed her head. “Why don’t we go to sleep, maybe we’ll all feel a little better in the morning.”
You hoped deep down Mark was right.
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“Why isn’t Mum coming with us to the beach?” Ana asked while Mark helped her put on some sunscreen.
“She just needs some time to herself,” Mark said simply. “You know how Mum and Papa sometimes like to have alone time.”
“Yeah, but we’re on vacation,” she tilted her head. “Do you think she’ll come later?”
“Maybe Ana banana, I’m not sure. I think Papa might have hurt her feelings by accident,” he admitted.
“Did you say you were sorry?” she asked.
“I did, but sometimes we need to say sorry and give some alone time, too.”
Ana nodded her head thoughtfully, “Okay, then let’s go to the beach so she can have her alone time.”
Mark nodded his head and took his daughter’s hand in one of his and grabbed a bag in the other and they headed out to the beach together.
Ana was adamant on starting off with a sandcastle, but both her and Mark found out quickly it was a little harder than it looked in all the movies, so they quickly abandoned that task to go for a swim. Ana had always enjoyed being in the water and Mark loved seeing how much she was enjoying herself. He just wished you were there to see it with him.
He tried to keep his focus on Ana for the time being, knowing he would hopefully have a moment later to talk to you, but the day passed so quickly and before he knew it you were back in bed resting to prepare for the rehearsal dinner the next day.
The next morning, Mark made a point to speak with you before you went down for breakfast, knowing if he left it he may not catch you until dinner.
“I spoke with Jude,” he started, “she can look after Ana this afternoon so we can talk.”
“Alright,” you nodded. “We can meet on the terrace.”
Mark agreed and before you left, quickly reached for your hand to give it a squeeze.
You chewed on your lip before squeezing it back, he was still your husband and you still loved him regardless of your hurt.
The afternoon couldn’t come fast enough for Mark, he waited anxiously by the terrace after dropping Ana off with Jude, at least she’d have fun playing with her friends.
“Mark,” you waved him down by the stairs. “Come on, let's walk,” you suggested.
He jogged to catch up with you and you walked side by side down the stairs and further along into the streets, busy with traffic and locals, just going about their daily business.
“I figured I should probably tell you the whole story of how I ended up in Greece,” Mark said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
You nodded your head and motioned for him to continue.
“After Bridget and I broke up, for the second time mind you, I thought I had to chase after because in my mind I thought she was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with,” he said truthfully. “So I wound up on that bench on the dock, mourning my losses as she came to the island and I was stuck on the mainland.”
“You wanted to marry her?” you asked.
“I thought I did,” he clarified, “but then I met you.”
“Mark-,”
“You know me, darling. I’m terrible with emotional declarations, which is probably why I never managed to tell you how quickly I fell in love with you,” he admitted. “I was set to pack my bags and go home, but you convinced me, somehow just in your demeanour to stay, and so I did and spent ten of the most wonderful days of my life by your side. It made me realize the reason I came to Greece wasn’t for Bridget, I came because I had to meet you.”
You looked up at Mark and saw him staring down at his shoes.
“It never occurred to me to mention her because of how clear my future looked with you in it. How clear it still looks.”
“And how does it look?” you asked.
“Well,” he sighed. “Ana grows up and becomes a lawyer of course.”
You chuckled at that.
“And as she grows we retire eventually, move into that rundown cottage in the countryside we always talk about buying. They come up with some way to keep dogs alive forever and we grow old, fixing our cottage with Lucy and Maisie and Ana visits us on weekends, eventually with a husband and our grandchildren. It’s quiet and simple, but it’s us.”
You smiled a little to yourself and leaned your head against his arm which he easily wrapped around you.
“How uncomfortable was that for you?” you asked, knowing your husband wasn’t often fond of talking about his feelings.
“Unbearable,” he said, “but worth it.”
“Good,” you turned his head to face you and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I’d love to grow old with you, Mark Darcy. Although I’m already convinced we have a little bit, the hotel bed is really not doing it for my back.”
“That’s funny, I was going to say the pillows for my neck,” Mark teased and you nudged him a little. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
“I’m sorry I doubted you had a very romantic reason for not telling me,” you joked while circling back towards the hotel. Ana caught both of your eyes and she waved at you, rushing down to meet you at the bottom of the stairs, much to Jude’s worry.
“Mum, is your alone time done?” Ana asked.
“Yes it is, my dear,” you laughed and bent down to kiss her forehead.
“Good, cause you need to come see this trick I learned!” she exclaimed, grabbing both yours and Mark’s hands and pulling you up the stairs.
@/iceman-kazansky
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You called
Prompt: “You came.” - “You called.”
Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader
Fandom: Kingsman
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and injuries, honeypot mission
Word count: 1511
‘Galahad.’
It was barely a whisper which came out of your mouth. The predicament you were in wasn’t as you had planned. The mission in and of itself was relatively simple: go to an event, talk to some high ranking people and criminals in order to gather information, and leave. Yet, here you were sitting on the floor in an alley, bleeding from a gunshot wound.
It had been going quite well. Your target, Vincent Giante, had been at the event early and you had approached carefully but confidently. Merlin had informed you that he was, in fact, a ladies-man, and that it could be of use to, as he said, “throw your womanly charms at him”. You ended up following that advice after the target had shown interest in you, most likely due to the rather revealing emerald-green dress you were wearing.
‘My, my, a lovely young lady at an event such as this one, alone and seemingly without a date.’ Vincent had said to you as he approached. It sounded vulgar as he said it, as if she were a piece of meat, an object which he was intent on owning. That would never happen in a million years if you had any say in it. You did, however, have to play into it. ‘Why thank you, I’m flattered.’ You say as he grabs your hand and leans down to kiss it, his touch lingering a tad too long for your liking. ‘So what’s your name darling?’ ‘Josephine.’ Was what you answered as you heard Merlin in your ear. Target on lock.
Vincent made small-talk with you for a bit before the two of you were approached by a man. ‘Sorry, boss, that I have to interrupt your conversation with this lovely lady.’ He leans in and whispers something to his boss which you’re unable to hear. That’s Vincent’s right-hand man, Giovanni. Be careful around him, he can be quite the fighter. Merlin informs you before the pair can shift their focus back to you. ‘Sorry love, I have to go meet with some people.’ He sounded genuinely disappointed. He leans in to kiss your cheek and whispers in your ear. ‘If you’re feeling up for it, meet me outside in an hour.’
Time passed slowly as you waited to meet up with Vincent. You were in fact, not feeling up to it, but it was too good of a chance to pass up. During that time, you mingled with some more of the guests, but were unable to gather any information that was particularly of note. Merlin, on the other hand, was able to gather the information that Vincent supposedly had a harddrive with him which contained some secret documents which the Kingsman could use to folly his organisation’s plans. As the agreed upon time approaches, Merlin fills you in about the surroundings and what to look out for. Supposedly, Giante would have the drive somewhere on this person, so the goal had shifted from gaining information to getting the harddrive without being caught.
Outside, it was quiet, the hustle and bustle of the event left behind. Vincent stood near a statue in the gardens, seemingly alone, yet you knew better. It was likely that multiple of his men would be surrounding the two of you, looking out for his well-being. ‘Josephine, I’m glad you came.’ He smiles and puts his hand on your shoulder. ‘Let us walk for a bit, I’ve been inside all day.’ You take the arm which was offered to you and join him.
After ten minutes you reach a part of the gardens which seemed completely isolated. Slowly, he tries getting closer, putting his hand on your lower back as he whispers things in your ear. You endure them, finding them disgusting but pretending to love the attention. Slowly, he starts kissing your neck and eventually mouth. If it weren’t for your training and experience, you probably would’ve gagged as his hands slowly started lowering further. Finding your focus again, you shifted it to trying to find the harddrive on him, roaming your hands over his body. Eventually, you feel it in one of his pockets, and slowly but surely, you try to get it out. As he starts getting more passionate you manage to grab hold of it. Slowly, you slip it into one of your hidden pockets. After a few more minutes you pull back and look him in the eye, smiling kindly. ‘We should take this elsewhere.’ Taking his hand, you lead him back to where the event was taking place. He seemed quite content for the time being, but you weren’t too convinced. Well done agent Kay, get out of there.
Vincent leads you back inside to a relatively quiet corner, stopping a moment to talk to one of his men. As you look around, you suddenly hear a click just behind you. ‘Now love, I had so much fun, but I’d prefer it if you handed back that harddrive.’ Vincent sticks out his hand while the man behind you slowly pushes the gun against the back of your head. ‘We can talk about this Vincent.’ You slowly walk up to him. Agent Kay what are you doing? Get out. Merlin almost screams in your ear as you try to remain as possible. You slowly put your hands up, ‘I was enjoying myself quite a bit, but I suppose that is now over?’ your voice is almost sickly sweet. The hand he was holding out slowly wraps around your chin, tilting it up. ‘It’d be a pity to lose this pretty face.’ You were stalling quite a bit, that was clear.
Kay, Galahad is on his way. Just get out of this venue.
Galahad, that was your sign. Your colleague was on the way and you only had to get out of the building. Leaning into his touch, he clearly gets distracted once again, just enough to pull out a small knife and throw it backwards into the man that was pointing a gun at you. Turning, you grab hold of the lead and break the man’s fingers, then shooting him with his own gun, followed by shooting Vincent in the head. ‘A shame really.’ You scoff before turning and running into the crowd, 8 men following you, their guns loaded. Every step felt hot, so very hot, and they were right on your heels. ‘Fuck’, a soft whisper escaping you as they start firing their guns.
Kay, I need you to confirm that you are on the way out. ‘Confirm Merlin, I just have to lose some people.’ Heels continue to click where-ever you go. After turning a corner in one of the many hallways, several more of the men following you go down as you disarm and shoot them. That is until you didn’t have any ammo left. Of course this would happen to you, as if your day wasn’t going terribly already. ‘At least I still have these ones.’ You throw a few knives, hitting several throats. Their blood covers your face. Around you several bodies lay and you are finally able to breathe, even if it’s just for a moment. ‘Galahad, do you copy?’ You say quietly as you continue walking through the maze of hallways. Several footsteps can be heard from several of the hallways around you, so you start running once again.
‘Merlin, where is Galahad?’
You don’t get a response.
Managing to finally get outside, heading into a dimly lit alleyway, you see over a dozen people following you. Pulling out your own gun, you shoot as many of them as possible while continuing to move. They shoot back, one hitting you in the leg.
‘Fuck.’
They seem to keep on coming, and slowly, they surround you. ‘Galahad do you copy?’ Bodies keep on falling, but time seems to be running out when another bullet hits you, this time in your left shoulder. Frustrated, you throw some more knives and grab one of your daggers. One by one they go down, and with every body that hits the ground, your green dress becomes more red and your limbs are covered in blood. As the last of your energy slowly leaves your body and you start feeling faint.
‘Galahad.’
It was barely a whisper which left your mouth. Before you are able to say anything else, you feel a gun being put against your temple. ‘Calm down lady, drop the knife.’ There was only one man left standing and he had the obvious advantage. You sigh, letting the weapon fall to the ground.
You had to find a way out of this situation, you always did, but your body seems to be done. A gunshot interrupts your train of thought, the gun which was held against your head, falling away. Turning, you see Galahad standing there.
‘You came.’
Your voice sounds exhausted as you stand there; shoulders slumped and body aching. Your colleague approaches and hugs your body tightly.
‘You called.’
He whispers in your ear before kissing the side of your head.
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JEALOUS HARRY HART - KINGSMAN
Author's notes: Hey, guys! Just letting you know that in this one shot your character, you, uses the code name Bedivere. Any spelling errors please let me know as English is not my first language.
Summary: Harry Hart, the epitome of composure and chivalry, finds himself consumed by jealousy as he observes you gracefully dancing with Agent Tequila.
Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman ) × Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness, and Bad Language (maybe?)
The grand hall of the Kingsman headquarters was elegantly adorned, transformed into a setting befitting a formal dinner. High-level agents from Kingsman and Statesman mingled, their conversations blending with the melodic tunes that filled the air. Among the guests, Harry Hart, the newly appointed head of Kingsman, codenamed Arthur, exuded an air of authority, his eyes surveying the room.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the attendees, Harry held a secret—a clandestine relationship with a fellow agent known as Bedivere. Their connection had quietly blossomed behind closed doors, fueled by stolen moments and shared passions. The age difference between them whispered constantly in their hearts, but their love transcended those trivial boundaries.
As the doors swung open, softly announcing the arrival of someone, a few eyes turned to the captivating figure that commanded attention wherever she went. Her entrance was elegantly late, her form exuding confidence, with mischief dancing in her eyes. Bedivere had just returned from a demanding mission, her weariness concealed beneath her seductive charm.
Searching the room for Harry, Bedivere's gaze fell upon Eggsy, known as Galahad, who was engaged in conversation at the bar with a Statesman agent, recognizable by his cowboy hat. A mischievous smile played on her lips as you approached, her steps graceful and magnetic.
"Eggsy," you greeted, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight."
Eggsy turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he registered Bedivere's presence. "Well, well, look who's here, Bedivere. Allow me to introduce you to Agent Tequila," he said, gesturing to the Statesman agent.
Tequila's gaze fixed on Bedivere, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, attempting to mimic an English gentleman. Tequila couldn't help but tease, "Is that how the English do it?"
You chuckled, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Tequila, you have much to learn about our customs," you replied, your tone laced with playful banter. Eggsy inclined his head slightly at the call through the earpiece of his glasses.
Seizing the opportunity, Eggsy excused himself, leaving Bedivere and Tequila alone. You turned to the bartender, ordering a glass of whiskey. Tequila's curiosity got the better of him, and he remarked, "I didn't know you were a whiskey girl."
Bedivere's smile grew, a touch of mystery coloring her gaze. "Well, there's more to me than meets the eye, Agent Tequila," you said, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and secrecy. Taking a sip, you savored the familiar warmth of the amber liquid.
The playful banter continued, a dance of humor and charm between Bedivere and Tequila. As the music filled the air, Tequila pointed to the dance floor, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Care to teach me how to dance like a true English gentleman?"
You hesitated for a moment, your thoughts briefly lingering on the fact that you hadn't spoken to Harry yet. But you pushed those concerns aside, assuming he was busy with his duties as Arthur and entertaining Agent Champ, the head of Statesman. With a nod and a smile, you placed your hand in Tequila's, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.
Near the dance floor, Harry's eyes followed Bedivere with a mix of admiration and unease. Alongside Eggsy and Champ, his attention was divided between their conversation and the captivating sight of Bedivere gracefully swaying on the dance floor with Tequila. There was a twinge of jealousy in Harry's heart, a possessiveness he struggled to suppress.
His grip tightened around his martini glass, the cool glass offering a brief respite from the heat coursing through his veins. Harry took a deep breath, steadying himself, determined to maintain a facade of composure. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, not when the future alliance between Kingsman and Statesman was at stake.
Unaware of the internal battle Harry was waging, Champ continued their conversation, discussing the intricacies of their joint operations. Harry nodded and smiled, his responses automatic, his mind elsewhere. He discreetly activated his glasses, sending a private message to Bedivere, urging her to meet him in the serene gardens just beyond the corridor.
With a renewed determination, Harry excused himself from Champ's company, offering polite pleasantries before making his way towards the exit. The air outside was crisp and refreshing, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the party. The moon cast a gentle glow upon the meticulously manicured gardens, providing a serene backdrop for their clandestine rendezvous.
Bedivere's heart raced as she received Harry's message through the glasses. Confusion momentarily took hold of her. What had you done this time to justify such urgency? You had been behaving impeccably, or so you believed. Nevertheless, duty called, and you knew shouldn't keep Harry waiting.
Stopping the dance, Bedivere turned to Tequila, a apologetic smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, duty is calling, and I must go," you explained, your tone sincere. Tequila nodded, lifting his cowboy hat in farewell, understanding the demands of your profession. "Until next time, Bedivere," he said with a tinge of regret.
With a sense of purpose, Bedivere quickly made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for Harry. The dimly lit corridor that led to the serene gardens beckoned, and you followed the path, hoping to locate him there.
Suddenly, you felt a firm grip on your wrist, and before you could react, you were pulled into a secluded corner. You collided with a solid chest and looked up, meeting Harry's annoyed gaze. Confusion swirled in your mind as he spun you around and pressed you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, effectively trapping you between his body and the hard surface.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Bedivere questioned, her voice filled with surprise and anticipation. Her heart raced, intrigued by the unknown intensity in his eyes. This was a side of Harry you hadn't witnessed before, and it both thrilled and intrigued her.
Harry's tone was laced with a touch of jealousy as he asked, "Were you enjoying yourself with Agent Tequila?" Bedivere couldn't help but smile mischievously, realizing the source of his agitation. Harry's composed demeanor was slipping, and it was thrilling for you to witness him crumble in your presence.
Toying with the button of his suit jacket, you provocatively replied while undoing his jacket, "Oh, Harry, I must admit, I was having a splendid time." Your words elicited a low growl from him, his hand finding the back of your neck, guiding your gaze to meet his. The intensity in his eyes softened his resolve, and you found yourself melting under his touch.
You reassured him, your voice filled with warmth, "Tequila is just a colleague, nothing more." But Harry retorted, his voice husky with desire, "He wasn't looking at you like he wanted to be just a colleague. He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive." Bedivere couldn't resist teasing him further. With a playful smile, you said, "And isn't that how you look at me too, Harry?"
Harry's grip tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch sent shivers down your spine as he whispered, "The difference is, I can look at you like that because you belong to me." Bedivere nodded, acknowledging his claim, feeling a sense of belonging and security in his possessiveness.
Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, the culmination of their hidden desires and the release of pent-up tension. When they pulled apart, Harry whispered in your ear, his voice filled with desire, "Go home and wait for me in my bed, Bedivere." You played with his tie, your voice teasing as you asked, "What? Are you planning to eat me tonight, Arthur?"
A smile graced Harry's lips as he took a step back, buttoning his jacket. "Count on it," he replied, his eyes filled with promises. With a final glance, he turned and walked away, leaving Bedivere yearning for more.
Watching him disappear back into the Kingsman mansion, Bedivere adjusted his attire, a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins. You walked confidently to where you had parked the car, ready to obey Harry's command and go home, knowing that your passion would ignite again behind closed doors. The night held promises of love, desire and a future intertwined with secrecy and adventure.
As you walked away from the garden, Bedivere couldn't help but smile. No matter what challenges they faced, their love remained unyielding, stronger than ever. And you looked forward to the moment when you would find yourself in Harry's arms, ready to explore the depths of their connection once more.
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20 Questions
It's the day after Bow realized he was bisexual and Glimmer is pestering him about it while watching Mamma Mia.
(Fluff, 525 words)
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I'm here to bang Anime Milves and Grow Turnips (Rune Factory Special)
We've interrupted our planned Fire Emblem content to talk about a topic close to Grace and James' hearts; anime milves.
Nicks out of town unexpectedly, so we took some time to look at a smaller topic (but one Grace is very into). Join us as James learns all about farming, and in a rare role reversal Grace has to keep James on topic!
Apologies for James' sound difficulties, that microphone was turned up way too high!
The Hatsune Miku Pizza video we discuss:
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Fanfic Prompt
Mary Poppins Returns:
William Weatherall Wilkins, confused and frustrated by the failure of his plans to get the Banks family's house, wakes up the next morning to find himself transformed into a child and transported into the world of the Royal Doulton Bowl. He soon ends up getting kidnapped by his lupine counterpart, where he's forced to deal with his inner demons.
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The premise for the overall story; Tanya and Harry were high-school sweethearts that had a falling out when Tanya wanted to travel to Europe at the end of their senior year.
Now the two meet every so often over the years in between Tanya's marriages, and her heart breaks. They seem to pick up where they left off, and not usually for the better. On their last big moment together, Tanya is engaged to a man she is to marry. At the time of this engagement, she is having an affair with Harry, which is where the story begins.
It starts with Harry trying to get her to leave the man and stay with him. When it comes to the first three chapters, they are all in one of their last affairs. It's a moment of grief that will span three chapters and into a more present time for the characters.
Harry is with a man named Gerald Holster, and Tanya is still in her second marriage, but things haven't gone so smoothly.
This story is something I work on here and there when I am inspired to revisit a time when writing characters in all the wrong ways was a big thing for me. So Harry is bisexual, and Tanya is a serial bride, but she is ambitious and vain but still lovely, which makes things all the more difficult because Harry is so sure of his love for a woman who will never choose him.
While also still wanting simple love and finding that in the form of a man.
x fanfiction.net
x ao3
#crackship#mamma mia#fanfiction#harry bright#harold bright#tanya chesham leigh#tanya x harry#harry x tanya#Colin Firth#Christine Baranski
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My life is just a series of curbside pickups, drive-thrus, listening to HG Tudor rip narcissists and obsessively waiting to be disappointed by the next mediocre, spiceless P&P JAFF to come out. 🙃
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Kingsman Fanfiction (Harry Hart)
Galahad had no moment to spare as he turned towards the Princess who already had her gun pointed at his head, her eyebrows arched with suspicion. Before the agent could have explained himself, he heard her refined voice amidst the noise of men fighting in the background-
"Just one question Mister - are you with us or them and I want no lies,"
Her fine fingers at the trigger, ready to pull it at the undesirable answer.
"Well, I happen to be a Kingsman agent, who is assigned by her Majesty for your security, Princess," answered he.
"Kingsman," the word left her lips and she analyzed him, eventually, lowering her weapon.
#kingsmen secret service#kingsman#harry hart#colin firth#galahad#original character#fanfiction#they might fall in love
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Ever since the beginning of popular literacy there always has been and there presumably always will be anxiety about people reading the “wrong” things in the “wrong” way (in the “wrong” physical formats at the “wrong” times in the “wrong” places...), and this anxiety historically concerns itself most with women (they're uncritically reading Gothic and sentimental novels and it’s going to destroy their ability to perceive reality!! they’re reading by candlelight in bed and it’s going to get them sexually excited!!!) and the newly literate lower classes (they're reading penny dreadfuls and trashy romances and magazines and other trite immoral drek printed on flimsy paper of terrible quality and it's turning their heads away from their work!!!).
What interests me about this phenomenon in a fandom context is that it makes perfect sense for fannish behaviour to be derided in similar ways—given that fans (at least since the inception of modern fandom culture and fanfiction with Star Trek, and arguably earlier with the Janeites) are widely stereotyped as inadequately analytically and rhetorically sophisticated and unable to read in the “right” ways, and also inappropriately feminine, inadequately “grown up,” and inadequate to the tasks of everyday (masculine) life because of their emotional attachment to and identification with a fictional text (i.e. “nerd who still lives in his parents’ basement and can’t get girls”).
This is why the history of Jane Austen studies is in effect a recovery mission of Austen’s legacy on the part of the professional literati from the “Janeite” fans—mostly men but widely referred to with explicitly feminising language. And this masculinising mission impacts the dominant readings of Austen’s works to this day. And of course “Austen fandom” nowadays is broadly composed of women and broadly written about in feminine terms, so Austen studies (of a particular conservative strand) have to shore up their right to produce and safeguard “correct” readings against the rabble who just want to take a vacation to the place where Colin Firth jumped into the lake (read: who are illicitly getting sexually titillated by what should be high literature—so an "inappropriate" sexual response to fiction is again connected to "bad" reading practices, femininity, and immaturity).
And while early Star Trek convention fandom was primarily male, these men were stereotyped as immature, emasculated, overly obsessed with fantasy and incapable of distinguishing it from real life. And the fanfiction and zine cultures that arose around Star Trek were primarily female in composition. The Kirk/Spock zine scene, in particular, was overwhelmingly female, and again consisted of women being "inappropriately" sexually titillated by the fiction which they watched and the fanart they produced, distributed and consumed (as opposed to being "appropriately" sexually aroused by appropriate sex "in real life," which for a woman of course consists of erotic submission to a man... I wonder who benefits from this idea).
So there was anxiety surrounding how these fans were “reading” and interpreting the Star Trek, anxiety surrounding how and what they were writing, and anxiety surrounding how fans were reading what other fans produced. “Bad” reading practices produce “bad” writing which produces “bad” reading practices. There's a direct line from this kind of attitude to the derision that fandom-based erotic, reading, and writing behaviours come in for today (people who create and consume fan art are "freaks," "immature," not "adults," not "normal," not "well-adjusted," not having sex in "real life" which btw is bad).
I don’t necessarily want to lose the ability to criticise anyone’s interpretation of anything or to call any show or book or writing “bad,” to be clear. But it seems to me that a lot of animus against “bad” reading practices, insofar as it is centred around misunderstandings of what fandom reading practices actually are, owes a lot of its vigour to this ideological genealogy.
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I've wondered for a long time why there's such a bias among Austen fans toward Pride and Prejudice. Even just looking at # of fanfiction works, there's a clear P&P supremacy.
I know Darcy and Lizzie's story has that enemies to lovers spark, but I think there are electrifying/exciting/shocking romantic moments in all her works. Is it that people like the adaptations better for P&P and that creates the bias? Is it really just a Colin Firth bias? (but then again, the director of the 2007 Persuasion called Rupert Penry-Jones "sex-on-legs", so there's plenty of very attractive leading men). What do you think creates the bias?
My understanding is that Pride & Prejudice has always been Austen's most popular work, even in her lifetime. Why it remains the most popular I can't quite say but I have some suspicions.
For one, it translates very well into the modern day. Elizabeth is outspoken and witty, she feels a lot like a modern woman, at least at first glance. Darcy is a recognizable romantic hero.
Like compare Darcy to Edward Ferrars, even though we don't have a similar class structure today, I think the idea of: Darcy could do much better/his family expects better but he's so in love with Elizabeth that he doesn't care is something we still fundamentally get. But Edward Ferrars is engaged to a woman he doesn't like, but that is admirable? It takes some work to totally understand why what Edward does makes him heroic.
P&P also starts in a very fun way. No prologue or set up, we are just thrown into a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. The book never really slows down from there, lots of action, lots of banter and witty dialogue. There is also a fun cast of ridiculous side characters like Mr. Collins and Lady Catherine whom we can laugh at with Elizabeth.
I think Austen was right when she called it "light, bright, and sparkling". It's fun! There isn't a whole lot of angst and when it does happen, it's over pretty quickly. Compared to Persuasion which is like, waist-deep angst most of the time. Which is not a criticism, it's good angst, lots of people really like it.
Now I do know that JAFF mostly sprang up from P&P 1995 and there has been a strong 1995 influence which has lasted till this day. The main concept in JAFF seems to be that Elizabeth and Darcy are the immortal, destined, true pairing and no matter the circumstances they will always get together. Which is interesting because Jane Austen makes their love story pretty fragile and coincidental right from the beginning (Bingley took Netherfield on a whim).
You can see this influence in the physical description of the characters. Darcy is almost always is described as having dark curly hair, Jane is blonde, Caroline wears orange etc. despite none of this being in the novel.
Jane Austen’s novels are so different from each other and there is really something for everyone. But the P&P bias is very strong, and I’m not sure if it’s mostly because of 1995 or there are other reasons.
Add your own theories here:
#pride and prejudice#jane austen#question response#all I know is that is has won#I don't exactly know why#but it is a most excellent novel#but I don't think it's that much more excellent than the others#poor MP#does not get the love it deserves
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Thankathankathank youuuuu @akorah for the tag 🥰
Three Ships:
Dramione. Because kissing someone furiously while grumpily saying "You. It's you. It's always you but... Why does it have to be you" is my jam, bread, butter, marmalade and vegemite [marmite if you're heathen ie smutty]
Zutara. Because they make each other better. They move each other forward. Because fire. Because water. Because lightning. Because ice. Because scars. Because healing. Because because because.
Skam and Beadie. This is cheating because they are original characters I am writing. They are not even a couple but God help me am I the hell leaving space to write my own fanfiction about them. Maybe an HEA where they don't all die at the end. *shrugs*
First Ship:
In anything: Barbie and Action Man. Before I was even in school my sister and I would steal our brother's Action Man as Barbie's partner. Ken's job was Beach. Our Barbie needed a man with a plan.
In media: Sora/Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. I used to devour fanfic about them. Shout out to the one which sticks in my brain and introduced me to My Chemical Romance when Kairi got married to Squall because of something to do with Mickey being an little shitprick which I think was because of some soul signature nonsense? I can't remember and anyway Demolition Lovers was their wedding song and the bane of my mother's existence - Save's Emo Phase was born.
Last Song:
Girls Like You - The Naked and Famous (shit, this is actually a lie, but it's the last 'proper' song I listened to since I don't count the demo I'm making for my friend's satire girlpunk band she decided to create last night as a real song yet. It just has boop-boop-boops. Night Lunch can pull off songs with only doof-doofs and boom-booms. I cannot. So the demo won't be real until Sasha does the drums at least.)
Last Movie:
What A Girl Wants. Look. It's Amanda Bynes. I love Amanda Bynes. It is also Colin Firth and blue blood upper crust English vibes (done poorly, sure, but still). The last chapter of rose-petal compliments is needing all the help I can get it right now.
Currently Reading:
Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir
Lesbian necromancers in space. Need there be another reason?
Currently Watching:
Jujitsu Kaisen Season Two (Gojo, my love. I salivate, I wither, I breathe so much ecstasy I lack oxygen and die.)
Taskmaster NZ (rewatch. Like, no shade to my country or anything [said under the world's largest umbrella] but fuck we're shit.)
Last Thing I Wrote:
Like, as in finished? Because otherwise it would be this, right?
I wrote delivery instructions for a food order earlier today. Can't have done it very well because the driver still got confused and had to call me.
In terms of Things with Titles that are Complete™️, then an original folktale called.... fuck, what did I call it? I can't remember. It's about an unnamed protagonist and a boatman though. Still waiting on my rejection emails from the magazines I've submitted it to 😂
Currently Writing:
Let's skip over the arseholiness of me saying that I'm currently writing this again, shall we? (Let's not turtles-all-the-way-down my mentioning it either.)
Okay. Here we go:-
rose-petal compliments: dramione. Quiet luxury, Hermione is wealthy. Set in the Muggle world.
sacreligious inferences of a midnight paradise: dramione. Trope soup. Marriage law/fake dating/date or die. (Plus a bunch more tropes because why not?)
The Absolute and Total Defeat of One Draco Malfoy. Multi-ship. Crack. Crack from crest to cunt.
What's Owed When. Dramione. Unexpected Pregnancy. France. Delectomancy. Draco pines so hard he's basically a forest.
foil&fall. Tansy (Teddy Lupin/Pansy Parkinson). Fluff. Epistolary.
Untitled warfic. Dramione. My attempt at All Plot, No Vibes. Yes, you read that right. I'm trying to write something with NO VIBES ALL PLOT. (Draw a pentagram and sage for me, I bloody need it.)
The Environmental Suicide Club. Original YA speculative fiction. This is the one Skam and Beadie are from. Grief. Environmentalism. Nihilism. Set one generation in the future. Everyone dies at the end. A Fun, Very Good Time! Completely unmarketable! Wheeee!
Untitled socmed. Theomione. Writing this one with @they-call-me-megs A bunch of fun and one we return to when we're struggling for inspiration elsewhere.
Aster, the Star-Sailor. Original children's series. Sci-fi, pirate adventure. Came from writing the Tansy and I fell in love with it. Thanks, Pansy.
Fate and Free Will series. Urban fantasy six-book series. Currently undertaking a massive rework of the structure.
wander/wonder. A Luna Lovegood POV story Christmas visual novel. Story is written and am hoping I can finish the video in time for December.
There are a few more but these are the ones I work on a least a little bit every week.
Tagging @they-call-me-megs @thusatlas @paandreablack
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Kingsman Chronicles
Summary: Amidst Christmas festivities, a mischievous Eggsy attempts to play matchmaker between Harry and the reader, strategically placing mistletoe to encourage a romantic moment.
Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman)× fem!Reader
Warning: none.
In the festive glow of Christmas lights, Harry's house buzzed with warmth and laughter as Merlin, Eggsy, and You gathered to celebrate the holiday. The scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and a crackling fireplace added to the cozy atmosphere.
Merlin, clad in a Christmas sweater adorned with geeky references, raised his glass. "To a successful year and a well-deserved break," he toasted, a twinkle in his eye.
Eggsy, sporting a festive jumper that may or may not have had a bit too much eggnog spilled on it, chimed in. "Cheers to that, mate. And to Harry, for surviving another year of saving the world."
Amidst the festive atmosphere, Harry and You found themselves entangled in the unspoken dance of mutual affection. Both hesitant to confess their feelings, a palpable tension lingered between them, amplified by the Christmas spirit that enveloped the room.
Eggsy, with his own version of holiday cheer and a mischievous glint in his eye, decided to take matters into his own hands. Fueled by the idea of bringing you and Harry closer, he hatched a plan involving strategically placed mistletoe.
First, Eggsy attempted to discreetly place mistletoe over the doorway, hoping that Harry and You would walk beneath it. However, Merlin noticed the attempt and shook his head, muttering about subtlety.
As the festive atmosphere continued, Eggsy's determination to play cupid remained unyielding. Unbeknownst to Harry and You, he discreetly placed another mistletoe near the Christmas tree, hoping to create an opportune moment.
Merlin, observing Eggsy's antics, sighed but decided to play along. "You know, subtlety is an art form," he commented, his tone dry.
Eggsy winked, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, Merlin, sometimes you gotta be a bit bold with matters of the heart."
Meanwhile, Harry and You found yourselves drawn closer, the holiday cheer creating a magnetic pull. The unspoken tension lingered, a dance of emotions beneath the surface.
As the clock struck midnight, signaling the arrival of Christmas Day, the twinkling lights cast a magical glow over the room. Eggsy, seizing the moment, decided to make a grand gesture.
"Everyone, gather 'round! It's time for the annual Christmas karaoke!" Eggsy declared, orchestrating a diversion to lead Harry and You to the strategically placed mistletoe.
As the group joined in the festivities, you found yourself standing beside Harry, the mistletoe hanging above like a subtle invitation. A knowing smile passed between you, acknowledging the unspoken connection.
Eggsy, ever the enthusiastic matchmaker, winked at Merlin, who simply shook his head in bemusement. The stage was set for a moment that could potentially bridge the gap between Harry's duty as a Kingsman and the vulnerability of his heart.
Eggsy pointed to the mistletoe with a mischievous grin. "Come on, you two! Tradition's tradition, innit?" he urged, fully embracing the role of the festive instigator.
Harry, feeling the weight of the situation, attempted to gracefully sidestep the expected kiss, insisting that it didn't mean anything. However, Eggsy, fueled by the spirit of Christmas and a dash of mischief, wouldn't hear of it. "Nah, Harry, you can't go breakin' tradition. We're all expectin' it!"
Merlin, usually the voice of reason, surprisingly sided with Eggsy, adding, "Indeed. Tradition must be maintained."
Harry, shooting an exasperated look at Merlin, contemplated how to navigate the awkward scenario. He sensed your discomfort, silently pleading with his eyes for some sort of intervention.
As the group playfully urged Harry to fulfill the Christmas tradition, you surprised everyone, especially Harry, by grabbing his face and pressing a quick, almost chaste kiss to his lips. It was a gesture that held a hint of enchantment, leaving Harry momentarily captivated.
You pulled away, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. Harry, however, found himself pursuing your lips for a moment longer, the unexpected connection stirring a mix of emotions within him.
He, still under the lingering spell of the unexpected kiss, found himself leaning in for another, only to be interrupted by Eggsy's exuberant antics. As Eggsy pulled Harry away, calling him a stud and advising him to save the celebration for a more private moment, you blushed and playfully hit Eggsy on the arm.
"Eggsy, you're ruining the moment!" you exclaimed, laughter bubbling in your voice.
Harry, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, shot Eggsy a mock stern look. "You have a knack for impeccable timing, Eggsy."
Eggsy, undeterred, grinned. "Just lookin' out for you, mate. But seriously, save the romance for when Merlin and I make our exit. We don't need to witness all that lovey-dovey stuff."
Merlin, observing the playful exchange, raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure if I should be concerned or entertained."
Harry, regaining his composure, chuckled. "Let's indulge Eggsy's theatrics for a bit, and then we can have our private celebration."
As Eggsy continued to tease, Harry stole a glance at you, a spark of affection in his eyes. The interruption couldn't dampen the connection that had sparked beneath the mistletoe. The promise of a more intimate celebration lingered in the air, creating a warmth that transcended the festive chaos.
#harry hart#kingsman secret service#harry hart x reader#kingsman#kingsman fanfiction#eggsy unwin#merlin#christmas#harry x eggsy#colin firth x reader#colin firth
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Media consumption: March/April 2023
Some spoilers ahead!
I rewatched The Mrs Bradley Mysteries and could not be more in love with it. I’m always stunned by its quiet sophistication, even after watching it every year for the last 20 years.
Watching Bridgerton with my oldest friend (our current show) and while I find it entertaining, the fanfiction-level angst and historically inaccurate nonsense can be a bit tedious. Some of the sex is fun though.
Operation Mincemeat. What can I say. They took an incredible true story and somehow made it dull. Even with the two hand-jobs involving a character entirely created for the film. Did I enjoy the movie? Sure. But it wasn’t nearly as good as it could be, especially with Penelope Wilton and Colin Firth involved. The writing and directing wasn’t up to scratch, I’m afraid.
fucking TETRIS. I was hyped when I saw the trailer. That’s usually a red flag that it’s gonna suck. But honestly, I was so impressed by this movie. It’s gotten a lot of criticism, some of which I understand, but ultimately it was successful.
Firstly, kudos to everyone involved. You take a complex real life story and turn it into a concise, fast-paced, thoroughly enjoyable film while at the same time highlighting the dangers of living in Soviet Russia. It was a terrific balance. The editing was really fantastic. While the talent was there, the editing absolutely made it. And of course, it’s not 100% accurate to what happened. It’s not a documentary. There’s no way you could make it completely accurate unless it was a 10-part miniseries. Even Pajitnov and Rogers said they knew they’d have to make some sacrifices, the filmmakers did a good job parsing it down to a two hour film, and the film retained the emotional realism of their story. That’s pretty impressive. Also, bomb-ass music.
Egerton and Efremov absolutely killin it.
Try not to cheer when the fictional/symbolic car chase comes on. I dare you.
SPOILERS:
Season three of The Mandalorian punted Din Djarin to the side in favor of bland Mandalorian clan stuff. Almost no familiar faces popped up. One whole episode devoted to Dr. Pershing and then that plot basically didn’t lead anywhere. Sure, it set up the return of a certain villain...kind of, but it was heartbreaking and had virtually no pay-off. However, Ahmed Best made a lovely and badass appearance and Grogu “spoke” and it was priceless. Plus we got a new quote.
Ted Lasso continues to kick my ass. Not sure how I’m going to get through the next four (final?) episodes. I have so much to say that I have nothing to say. However, I am confused and stressed out and there hasn’t been as much laughter in this season.
I just…
#media consumption#personal#ok to reblog#ted lasso spoilers#Ted lasso#the mandalorian#swm#the mandalorion spoilers#spoilers#the mrs bradley mysteries#Tetris movie#Tetris 2023#operation mincemeat
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Get to know me(me)!
I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink. thank you so much <3 how sweet of you! (sorry for the late response)
3 Ships: all time favourites or most written/read? not sure but these are probably my top 3.
Dean/Castiel aka Destiel - this has to be on here right? it's probably the ship I have read the most fanfic of, thougth I have never really written them myself. maybe because I thought I couldn't do them justice when I was first watching the show and I was still very insecure about my writing. I have started an AU of them now, so maybe I'll publish it some day.
Jimm Prideaux/Bill Hayden aka haydeaux - I don't know, man, these guys just break my heart. most tragic love story ever in my opinion and it's even canon (even though not very obwiously in the movie). this ship has me shipping Mark Strong and Colin Firth in every project they do together so merlahad should be here as well. reading merlahad fanfic is like a cure for my broken heart for these two <3
Spock/McCoy aka spones - I just love them so much! the way their minds work together, how they are the perfect counterpart to each other while still being very similiar, the perfect balance, the absolutely screwed up personalities. they fight like enemies and act like friends and I just love them endlessely <3 writing them is so much fun! and I just want them to be happy, damnit!
First Ever Ship: Spock/McCoy probably. my first fanfiction I ever wrote at the age of around 11 was Spock/Christine but the main focus of it was on Spock's and McCoy's friendship, so my real interest lay with them.
Last Song: no idea, honestly. I do listen to music occasionally but only the same songs over and over. probably the 1982 'the thing' soundtrack cause I want to make a video where it's in the background.
Last Movie: The Holiday - I don't care what people say: it's cute!
Currently Reading: The Mauritius Command (Aubrey and Maturin #4) this was the last book I started but haven't finished yet.
Currently Watching: Charmed - my favourite character just died :( so who know's when I'm gonna continue. but my parents are soon finishing season two and I absoultely want to watch season three with them!
Currently Consuming: pear/apple juice + spaghetti and tomato sauce
Currently Craving: a job XD (have been unemployed fo a while due to health issues and I just want to work again)
I will tag.... @uponxhorhaus @accrov @topshelf2112-blog @catzy88 only if you want to of course! but I'm always curious :D
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