#i wish we did stupid shit like this in europe

[realjaysumlin]

PART ONE! Telling African stories. #africanstories #proudlyafrican #africa

Europe isn't a continent to begin with. Africa is the same as any other continent where we have developed areas of Africa and we have the Indigenous People of Africa who don't want to live like everyone else in the modern world. They wish to live in the ways of our ancestors because that world is indoctrinated in the colonizers way of living and they would prefer not to be reminded of the many atrocities of that past.

Look at how many people globally repeat the lies of the people who did everything against us and our ancestors, look at how many of our Black Indigenous People globally believe in Christianity and creationism; also how many Black People call themselves Negro and don't speak a word of Spanish, how many Black People call themselves a minority.

I just wanted to make you see a pattern that I am trying to make here. I lived in Africa and I am Native American like most Black People are because the shit people who call themselves white divided us and so many of our people believe in the same shit they believe in.

We have a common enemy and this enemy is whiteness and we really need to understand that and stop allowing some stupid shit and the people from benefiting from our disenfranchisement.

#black love #black positivity #black africans #black history

[misdre]

my Even More Expert Than Usual impressions of this year's eurovision

faves:

australia (promise): this grows on me more and more every listen, might actually be my non-finland(yes this is a word now.) favourite this year. insert a joke about australia not even being europe here. catchy electro rock metal whatever with an attractive singer, yes king

austria (who the hell is edgar): ah ma gawd. this song mad catchy.

croatia (mama SC): it's perfect. next

cyprus (break a broken heart): my guilty pleasure fave this year, a borderline boring swedish-produced turd aaand i love it. this was the first one that stuck on my first listen through all the songs. that's just how it goes in this short-term-memory eat short-term-memory world

czechia (my sister's crown): this song would be near perfect if none of it was in english, because the english lyrics are a bit too corny for me. but the chorus is in ukrainian so i feel adequately pandered to. some of it is also in bulgarian and some in russian and i forgot what else. this is the one song that i hope has a really really good stage performance because otherwise it will just be ignored by everyone

finland (cha cha cha): here's a beautiful story…. back in february. it was a sunny winter day.... i walked home while listening through all our UMK (national selection) songs in release order for the first time. and i heard cha cha cha in there, and i typed in our friend group chat: ok so we're sending cha cha cha this year, that's just how it is. that IS how it is. (and my friends didn't believe me!!!! fools. i'm obviously always right?) it's crazy it's party.

germany (blood & glitter): WE'RE SO HAPPY WE COULD DIE! germany sends metal for the first time in eurovision history and the song was recorded in helsinki, it's my duty as a finn to stan. i also read that the german national selection juries hated this but finland was part of the international jury and gave it a 12 and into esc you go. take that, motherfucks.

moldova (suarele si luna): literally only just now while typing this noticed that this artist is the same who did lautar in 2012. that's a fucking excellent song LOOK AT THOSE DANCERS. anyway! moldova single-handedly taking care of my techno folk needs. like, all any artist in esc needs to do is combine folk and techno and it's my favourite that year, i'm basic like that

norway (queen of kings): let me just go grab my viking queen sword and we can leave on a journey through the fjords.

not crazy about it but ok:

belgium (because of you): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy.

denmark (breaking my heart): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy.

estonia (bridges): look, on a year with almost no ballads, the only(?? idk i didn't pay enough attention) piano&string quartet ballad is actually nice. i mean i genuinely like the song, it's good. and i love estonia. they're my new favourite neighbour because sweden needs to be eliminated

france (evidemment): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy. also very french

georgia (echo): would be better in georgian (or just any language that's not english) but still pretty cool. it echoes alright

iceland (power): there's this specific flavour of song this year that is, "i'm aware this isn't very good, nobody else likes this, i only see shit reviews everywhere, but this is seriously stuck in my head all the time so i apparently find it catchy and likable". this is one of those. i really be singing POPOPOPOOOOOWEER WOoOOWOO while doing the laundry or whatever the shit

ireland (we are one): same as above. basic, corny stupid lyrics. but it's the only irish entry i've liked in… uhh ever? so that's.. something.

italy (due vite): there are two types of italian eurovisions. actually good ones and then… this. the due vites. i like listening to these too but it's no soldi or zitti e buoni. i wish i was listening to soldi rn

lithuania (stay): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy. oh did i say that already. truthfully my opinion of this improved several notches when i learned the ciuto tuto part has to do with lithuanian folklore. it's almost like you add folk anything to something and i automatically like it? hmm. well yes

portugal (ai coracao): shockingly catchy for portugal. it's fun and got a bit of a folk sound. did someone feed portugal illegal substances to make them send such a fun song

romania (d.g.t (off and on)): i don't fucking know why i like this.

serbia (samo mi se spava): HEWWO? 0w0 this is a weird techno banger that basically got no clear melody and it kinda fucks. the way the dude goes SPAAVVAA :) in the beginning sounds mad gay and makes me laugh every time

slovenia (carpe diem): a nice little rock song in slovenian. the language does a lot for this tbh. it's also... it's.......... it's inoffensive alright catchy

uk (i wrote a song): i liked this decently much at first but then started seeing people call it A SUPER GOOD SONG AGAIN BY UK WOW THEY DOING IT AGAIN!!!! I CANT BELIEVE THEYRE SENDING SUCH AN EXCELLENT SONG AGAIN!!!! and my own interest started dying because bitch please. this is mediocre at best compared to space man from last year. but. i'm still gonna tatta datta da dai. tatta datta da dai

wish i liked more than i do:

albania (duje): the only ethno balkan ballad this year and! it's not good. and i always like balkan ballads, so this does something wrong. the only good part is the bridge(??) with no singing.

latvia (aija): i'd want to like this more because it's a pretty cool little song but i don't so there's that

spain (eaea): don't really understand this one. i've really tried to like it because of the ethno folk sound but i just don't get it, i wouldn't choose to ever listen to this outside esc. i feel like portugal and spain switched places this year, this is the experimental artsy song portugal would usually send. mom someone mixed the iberians up in mail.

ukraine (heart of steel): it's ukraine, it's dark and dramatic, it's for the defenders of azovstal. and i don't really like it. this song just doesn't go anywhere. but i do think it's fitting for the current ukraine, so that's a plus. they hopefully are going somewhere tho

wish i didn't like as much as i do:

israel (unicorn): ok enough FEMALE EMPOWERMENT!!!! YEA!!! POWER OF THE UNICORN!!!!!!!!!!!!! shit already. there's a centaur instead of a unicorn in the music video. you had one job. one horse. unfortunately the song is catchy

switzerland (watergun): if this was any other country's song or any other year, this could be my actual favourite, i mean like number one creme de la creme favourite. but here we have switzerland, a country that actively keeps blocking aid for ukraine because We ARe A neuTRAL coUnTRy, sending some fucking. no guns!!! song to eurovision. [loads my rifle and aims it at switzerland's head] let's see about that. then again, that's not really this artist's fault, is it. most probably not

no:

armenia (future lover): a toilet break song. though the upulupuu herureruus in the chorus are pretty fun

azerbaijan (tell me more): i had to check which country's entry this even was. that's how much i care

greece (what they say): i get a chuckle out of thinking back to a youtube comment on this song's official music video that was like "WHY ARE PEOPLE SLEEPING ON THIS MASTERPIECE???". because it's shit that's why

malta (dance (our own party)): you can't try to be a new epic sax guy without an actually good song. god this is so repetitive it makes me want to DIE

netherlands (burning daylight): zzz…. zzmgffgfg did you say something? no? mkayzzzz

poland (solo): baybah. :{} did you know that one of the producers of this song is finnish. i wish i didn't learn that today

san marino (like an animal): san marino existing in some weird bubble on its own as usual.

sweden (tattoo): i don't so much have a problem with this song specifically as i have a problem with sweden's melodifestivalen being a shit turd production where the actually good, unique, swedish-sounding stuff gets shoved aside for something like Hey let's send loreen again this year because she won ten years ago and we haven't been doing so hot lately in eurovision, surely she will be sexy and get us another win. and the fact that people are just buying it. sweden, unfortunately i have decided you need to be annihilated from the planet

[docholligay]

15. Czechia

BOY HAVE THIS SONG AND I BEEN ON A JOURNEY.

When I first heard the version above, despite what I would call some cringe elements, the tight, gorgeous, resonant harmony in the chorus SOLD ME. Top of the list. DO whatever stupid fucking bullshit you want in the rest of the song, my god, I do not care when you’re offering that.

And then I saw the live:

Oy and also gevalt.

SO much easier to pick out the specific issues I have with this song when I’m not drunk on a tight Ukrainian harmony. So, this is very obviously a pro-Ukraine, anti-Russia song. We have two “Russia is bad” songs this year, this one, and Croatia’s. By this ranking, you can tell which side I fall on. The problem with this song is it’s very very soft on the matter, focused on Slavic sisterhood and shit like “no one wants more boys dead” though I DO think they have a real real moment with “we are not your dolls” and JESUS CHRISTY do I wish they would have brought more of that energy and less “But Ukraine is a QUEEN, she’s STRONG and BEAUTIFUL” and also the English isn’t great in parts that I think are meant to have more resonance than they do. The Bulgarian rap, man, I know the rap scene is in its infancy in Eastern Europe broadly, but every year I’m like “eastern europeans please stop rapping at Eurovision challenge” because I’m watching her in the video pretending to be, what, Bulgarian Drake? And it is fallin like a lead weight with me.

They’re in the fight club semi. If they can’t hold the tight harmony that elevates this song away from the vague feeling that one is trying to cash in on Ukraine’s war, I think it will actually be a shock NQ. Why shock? This song DOES NUMBERS in the Eurobubble because we all heard that first song above, and it KILLS. THe whole fucking reason this rises so high for me is despite hearing them singing in the parties LIKE THE SECOND VIDEO, the potential of the song is so high that I WANT more for it. I WANT it to be that tight, really gorgeous song. Can it be? I don’t know. They did perform it well at Israel Calling, but that’s one out four live performances. The others have been this.

Disclaimer

#translated from the original European #Eurovision ranking 2023

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Lunch Date

Summary: The day after meeting the boys at the bar, Taylor comes over for lunch and a chat.

Warnings: cursing, little bit of angst, Marco is still a turd

Word count: 1050ish

A/N: I am so stinkin proud of myself for finally getting this posted. It took an embarrassing amount of time to fix. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always very much appreciated.

Marco's offer rolls around your mind as you try to find a satisfactory way to tell Taylor. They finally started being friends again. I can't tell Taylor, it'll break his heart that Marco is still trying to do this shit, even after everything. I can't be responsible for that. Even if it isn't my fault, the messenger is usually guilty by association.

By the next afternoon, you've almost given up on the matter when Taylor offers to come over with lunch and pictures of his new work project. He's too excited for you to say anything but yes.

You really mean to bring it up the moment he walks in your door, but he's too happy for you to ruin his mood, even if you really don't understand what he's talking about.

"And I'll be going to Europe for a week to help oversee the project! You could come with me."

Your heart cracks a little, seeing his genuine happiness and how everything is finally getting better for him, only for his crappy "best friend" to start this shit again. "I wish I could, babe. Maybe next time."

"For sure!" Then he's off again, gleefully explaining why they chose him to go out of everyone.

After lunch, he finally notices you aren't paying much attention, "Is something wrong? I know this is probably boring to you, but you look distracted, almost worried. Is it because I'm leaving?"

"I just… looking at you." You try to wave him away but he isn't one to be deterred.

He drops his phone on the couch, gently taking your hand. "Listen, whatever it is, you can tell me… if you're comfortable. If it's personal, you can tell me to fuck off and I won't get upset, but if it's something I can help with, I'd like to know."

"Marco wants to date me." You didn't mean to blurt it out so plainly but it's too late to take it back.

Taylor raises an eyebrow, "That isn't exactly breaking news, lover."

"No, babe. He… the other night at the bar… when you left, he walked me to my car. He wants one real, honest, date and if I do it and we don't work out, he'll drop it. He'll finally let me go."

"Sounds like a win-win for you, love." Taylor considers, still keeping your hand in his, his thumb idly drawing circles over your palm. He wants to consider your possible feelings in this situation, "We aren't technically official, right?"

You KNOW he didn't intend those words to sting, but goddamn if they don't hurt. "I mean… I guess not."

Taylor catches the change in your tone and grabs your shoulders, turning you to face him completely. "Hey! No! I didn't mean it like that. Fuck, I’m terrible at this.” He stares at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before continuing, “Look, if we're gonna be together, I don't want there to be any doubt or questions or loose ends. I don't want you to wonder what could have been. Five years from now, I don't want Marco declaring his undying affection for you two days before our wedding and you running off with him. If we're going to end up together, I want it to be 100%, all in."

Somehow his words are like a balm over the previous cut. You want nothing more than to lean over and kiss him, but you know this is a conversation that must be had. "So you actually want me to date Marco? Is that what you're saying?"

"Taylor… that's the single most stupid thing anyone on this planet has ever said. Ever. And we share a planet with Kevin Sorbo."

"No. I want you to date me, but I need you to be sure you wouldn't rather be with Marco. I… I can't go through that again. I don't want anything like that hanging over us. It’s selfish of me to just expect you to be with me and unlike what Marco and Sally did to me, I want you to have a choice… even if it hurts me, even if I don’t win.” The rest of his statement is visible on his face, “Even if you pick Marco.”

"Just… humor me, okay?"

Instinct says no, absolutely fucking not, but Taylor looks so completely genuine and honest and wonderful, emerald eyes gazing warmly at you, how could I ever tell him no? "If I do this, you have to go on a date with Sally." Taylor pales and shakes his head, but you cut him off. "Oh no. This street goes both ways and if one of us has to, we're both gonna do it. We need to set some ground rules first." You squeeze both of his hands, "We're casually dating, right? Not exclusive?"

"Correct."

"So if you fall in love with Sally or another girl and decide she's the light of your life, I promise to not have entirely negative feelings."

"Not entirely?" He grins a little and you feel your heart melt.

"Oh, I'll be super pissed for at least a day. Maybe two."

"And the same goes for you. If you fall madly in love with Marco, I'll step aside. Not gladly, but I'll accept it. So as of now, we’re officially on pause, not together, single."

The room is quiet for a moment while the two of you contemplate the parameters of this arrangement. A frown is growing on his handsome face, "What is it?"

"I don't like this."

"I don't either."

He sighs, kissing the backs of your hands, "One date. I’m not doing this because he wants to date you. I’m doing this for you, for your happiness, for a possible us… but fuck, if this doesn’t feel terrible."

Smiling at him, you finally relent. Maybe one date with Marco won’t be the end of the world. He has expensive tastes, so there’s a good chance you’ll get a fun night out of this. "Okay. I'll agree to one date. One." His forced smile is too much and you release his hand, grabbing his shirt collar and jerking him into a kiss, "But I already know who I want."

"It's Marco, isn't it?" He grins stupidly against your lips and you have time to roll your eyes before he kisses you again.

#lovelink #taylor x reader #marco bottazzi #taylor taylor #down with marco

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Oooh, well, since you just reblogged that one post about the vampire werewolf pirate cowboy overlap; pine box au but with piracy?

Ah, the age old question of the 2000s, who would win:

Cowboys or pirates? (or ninjas)

How about... piracy is what got Peter into a lot of trouble over in England, yes? I mean, he did say he was hiding from some people he really shouldn't have crossed.

Warning: injuries

On with the fic!

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It shouldn't have been like this, Peter probably should have revealed to Lucian the truth ages ago. After all, they really tried not to keep secrets from one another anymore, especially after Lucian revealed that he was a lycan.

But the topic never came up, Peter never asked Lucian why he was fleeing Europe, and Lucian never asked Peter either.

However, the current situation really, really should not be taking place if Peter had said something. Maybe. Would it have honestly helped? Lucian wouldn't know if something like this would happen, but maybe he could have?

Peter didn't know, his mind was a mess of screaming and panicking as he felt the cold edge of a blade against his Adam's apple.

"Fuck." He let out a tiny squeak, trying to get his wrists out of the tight grip of the man who was holding them. Instead, he just weakly smiled. "Saaaaaaalllllll... good to see ya, didn't exactly expect you to, ya know, get yourself all the way across this big, stupid country just to see li'l ol' me!"

Sal, the man currently holding Peter captive, glared from his one good eye. Really, this man was a walking, talking picture of a pirate from a book, the man practically screamed that he sailed a ship and stole treasure, rum, and all that nonsense.

And Peter should know, he had been employed by this man for a short time. Before stealing a shit ton of money and fleeing across the British Isles before escaping on a boat from Scotland to hide out here.

"Course we did, you li'l traitor. Ain't no one stealin' from Sal an' his men wit'out payin' fer it." Sal growled, his breath stunk! Peter didn't even try to be polite about that, he just made a face.

"Come on, it wasn't even that much! 'sides, I spent most of it tryin' to escape from you! I wasn't even supposed to be on your crew, I was meant to be on another ship! So, technically, my employment under you was from kidnapping! I should take you to court!"

The knife pressed a little closer and Peter swore it broke the skin. "God, I forgot how much you talked. Whatcha think, boys, should we make 'im pay us back?"

The few members of the crew that had traveled all the way out to buttfuck nowhere to find Peter nodded, grinning, looking very, very creepy. Peter really wished that they hadn't confronted him while he was in the middle of removing his Lady Camilla costume from his drag show.

This was... this was not going to-

"Excuse me, what the hell is going on?"

The six men in the room turned towards the door, wasn't it meant to be guarded by another member of the pirate crew? Standing there was Lucian, who looked confused and concerned.

And then instantly angered when he noticed the position that Peter was in.

"Gentlemen, I think it would be wise for all of you to leave this room and take your comrade outside the door with you." Lucian said, his voice low. "If you know what's good for you."

A shiver ran up Peter's spine and he would love to explore that later, but right now the grip on his wrists was tighter than before and he actually whimpered at the pain. This seemed to anger Lucian more, who took off his hat, setting it aside as he stepped into the room.

"An' just who da hell 're you?" Asked one of the pirates, brandishing a knife at Lucian, who didn't look bothered one bit.

In fact, Lucian just pressed the blade away from him with his own hand, like the cut he got was nothing. It really wasn't, something like that healed so quickly. "Again, take your leave, or this could end badly for you. I don't like people hurting my loved ones, things never go well for them when they do."

"Lucian..." Peter swallowed, which really didn't help him as he felt blood run down his neck.

"Look, pal," Sal snarled, "we've got business wit' this here traitor, he owes us quite a lotta money. Robbed us blind one night when he was on night watch an' made his grand escape. Took forever to track 'im down, an' now... he's gotta pay."

Lucian removed his jacket with a cold calmness, tossing it aside before cracking his knuckles. "Well then, it seems you've made your choice. I'd suggest letting go of my dear Peter, I don't want him getting harmed."

One of the other pirates charged forward without much warning, but Peter watched as Lucian moved faster, grabbing the man's arm and getting behind him. There was a very sickening crack and pop, the man dropped, screaming, his arm flopping to the floor uselessly.

Lucian was already moving to the next man, elbowing him harm in the side of the head, the pirate didn't even get a chance to react before he was out cold on the ground, his ear bleeding.

There was a snarl as Lucian looked up, his eyes pale, his teeth bared, and Peter felt very, very warm inside while Sal let out a horrified gasp.

"Demon!" He screamed, dropping the knife and Peter, who he shoved aside, the hunter slamming into the vanity of his dressing room.

The snarls were louder, and claws were out. "Leave." Lucian growled, deep in his throat.

It seemed Sal's men got the warning, the remaining ones grabbing the two injured men, and probably whoever was outside the door that Lucian most likely knocked out cold.

Sal didn't move, he was holding up his pistol now, prepared the fire. But he didn't get a chance, Lucian had him slammed into a wall, a hand to his throat, the gun thrown across the room. Peter watched as he leaned in close, whispering something to the captain, who lost all color in his face. He nodded, and Lucian let him go, the man scrambling away, tripping over himself to get out of the room.

Peter sat up, straightening out his clothes as he looked at his lover, who was shaking himself out, eyes and teeth normal again. "Fuck, that was... aw, wolf man, you saved my life."

"I wasn't going to let a group of brutes hurt you, love." Lucian frowned and approached, wiping his thumb across the cut at Peter's throat. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I-I'll be fine. Thanks, Lucian, really."

"Of course. So... what was that all about? You stole from... were those pirates? Are those even still a thing? I thought that whole era ended in the eighteenth century."

"Oh, they're still around, just not as grand as back then, mostly just stealin' from merchant ships and stuff. I... accidentally joined their crew when I was meant to find work on a different ship, was hopin' to escape to another place with a bit of work cash, but nope, got roped into piracy for a few months! Then I ditched with a lot of stolen cash and... it's one of the reasons I'm on the run."

"I see." Lucian nodded, then paused. "One of?"

Peter coughed and turned back to his vanity to return to removing his costume.

--

I remembered Peter does drag in this au and originally this was gonna take place in his room above the bar, but then it's like, dressing room, he's in his skirts, now he's a damsel in distress and Lucian's his knight in a shiny, leather coat.

And Peter accidentally becoming a pirate seems weirdly fitting of him. (and I wouldn't be surprised if Lucian and/or his people had gotten involved in any of that in the 1700s because the mental image of pirate lycans is fun)

Sal's name comes from a Doctor Who book where the Doctor and Rose deal with space pirates and one of them is named Sally or Salvo. A little homage to one of my favorite stories because space pirates, my beloved.

#pine box au #lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

[gaywriting]

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice & Virtue book review

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice & Virtue by Mackenzi Lee (2017)

⭐️⭐️⭐️✖️✖️

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go courting trouble, is all.” “We’re not courting trouble,” I say. “Flirting with it, at most.”

this book was given to me by a friend for a birthday gift years ago. i didn't get around to finishing it until July this year. i didn't think i had a lot to say about it, but this is the longest review ive made so far :P

the story follows Henry "Monty" Montague, who were born as his father's heir to the family lordship in 1700s England. Monty struggles with himself and his relationship to his abusive father, who expects him to be the perfect son, and so Monty often seeks escape in life’s easy pleasures. The only person he holds dear is his childhood friend Percy, who he is completely in love with. One summer Monty manages to convince his father to sponsor a Grand Tour around Europe. Monty is excited to spend time with Percy, while Percy is happy to be distracted from the troubles in his life. Oh, and Monty’s sister Felicity is there as well.

this book was lovely! i feel like if i had read this book when i was younger i would have completely lost my mind about it, but alas i am now an old judgemental grandma and so there were some things that didn't impress me too much, which ill speak a little about, but all in all it was a fun book, with the my fav kind of main character (V Chaotic Bisexual) and some fun adventures and interesting plotpoints. i might have gone into it thinking it was a different kind of story (mostly historical and a little vague pinning towards Percy - that's not what we got) but that's on me and tbh you'll never hear me complaining that stuff's too focused on the romance. though i feel like they tried at one point to justify everything with some sort of explainy science, which just made things a little silly in my opinion. the relationship between Monty and Percy was Very cute and there were moments that were super satisfying and lovely to read. however some things that were being said and done that just didn't sit right with me. it's hard to explain properly, since i see where Percy comes from and if this was real life i wouldn't fault him for flipping his shit over Monty's stupid antics, but this is a romance book. And i couldn't help but feel like maybe Percy were being a bit unfairly cruel and mistrusting of Monty in some parts of his points during their arguments. Monty deserved to be called out for his actions but he's also a person who are in an abused living situation and his bad way of behaving were his own way of surviving. it needs to be addressed, and i'm glad it was, but i think it needed to be done with more thought, than just Percy saying cruel untrue things to him. these idiot boys and their horrible communication skills.....

" "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because you're a wreck! Complete shambles. I've spent years chasing you around, making certain you didn't drink yourself to death or pass out in a gutter (...) you've not been yourself. Not for a while. And I couldn't have you making this worse. I'm sorry, I just couldn't." "But you didn't even give me a chance," "(p. 161) wish i could quote this whole argument, i feel like it shows my point really well

"I can't quite wrap my head around this strange reversal between us, because it is always Percy who is the sensible one and me with the feverish notions. But here he is, proposing we run away together with nothing but each other like some sort of star-crossed pair in a broadside ballet, and while my heart is ready to burst for loving him, love is not a thing you can survive on." (p. 429)

idk i do love them both and them growing to figuring out how to open up about their feelings to each other and trust each other were lovely to experience, but i also were kinda more on Monty's side on most of the arguments and i really don't think he deserved That Much shit, like he fucked up a lot but he did it sexily and handsomely so i for one forgive and forget easily. at the end when Percy apologise and Monty tells him he doesn't have anything to be sorry for i sat there like :/ he does tho... honestly i shipped Monty more with the pirate captain Scipio they befriend than with Percy. Scipio, despite his weird name and occupation, were so nice to Monty and so encouraging for him to be a better person AS WELL AS being true to himself. I read The Gentlemans Guide to Getting Lucky (won't be making a whole review on that...) and in that Mackenzi Lee specified that Monty apparently thought of Scipio as a father figure. that shouldn't be a surprise reveal i think, like that should be made obvious through dialog in the actual book.

also "abso-bloody-lutely" is used several times amd doesn't make any sense and brought me completely out of it i hate it

i didn’t dislike this book, i found the romance-y bits absolutely adorable, and Monty is my all time fav kind of character. Mackenzi Lee manages to bring the reader along a crazy adventure around the beautiful places of Europe with amazing characters and with a brilliant sense of humor. and that is why i have bought the second book, that’s Felicity’s story (helps that it's wlw), and ill get around to reading that at some point. i know there’s a third book following the Goblin as well, but we’ll see how i feel about the second book.

#also im like half joking about shipping monty w scipio more than percy lol #book review #book #book tumblr #lgbt #lgbt lit #lgbt literature #lgbt books #gay #aggtvav #gaywriting #a gentleman's guide to vice and virtue #mackenzi lee #ya books #romance #history #bookblr #bi character #gay couple #bisexuality #mlm

[precambrian-sea-pancake]

You know what makes me sad? Really old cultures and civilizations dying.

The Aboriginal people in Australia are one of the oldest civilizations and colonization totally fucked them over. I’m not Australian so forgive me for my lack of knowledge but holy hell does it piss me off what happened! Seriously, go google it, it’s really interesting.

Colonization in general sucks ass, but the fact that it wiped out groups who have been going on for thousands of years is hhhh.

I also hate how people act like people from the past were dumb. Even in ancient Europe they knew some cool stuff. Nobody was dumb, they just didn’t have the technology or science yet to know what we knew. You can’t exactly blame them because in the future will look at us the same way. Not to mention people in the past DID have plumbing. They DID know the earth was round an knew about the planets.

For fuck sake, modern day Mexico had FLOATING CITIES!!! Fucking floating cities like god damn that is impressive! And all those ancient buildings from various cultures with the cool shadow work?

“Wow, how did they build this? It must be aliens!” No you dingus! You’re just underestimating human capability. Those “primitive” civilizations were smart and capable just like us.

I’ve met people who’ve said if it wasn’t for Europeans, indigenous people would still be living in Teepees.

1: How the fuck would you know?

And 2: How is that a bad thing? It was good system that served their lifestyle. If something works, it works, and there’s no need to change it. Not everything has to be technologically advanced. Yes, the Europeans had all that, but that doesn’t make the other cultures lesser. They never needed the same things. Why develop a gun when you have something that works just fine? Who were they to except some stinky dudes too come over and ruin everything.

3: All cultures advance you dumbass. The indigenous people advanced and you’re too lazy to google shit. Even then, it’s just common sense.

I don’t know why this popped into my head but it did. I wish people would give ancient civilizations more credit. Heck, not just ancient ones.

“Victorians were so stupid, they put arsenic in their wallpaper.” Dude…you vape. Don’t act like we don’t do unhealthy stuff on a daily.

Welp, that’s my thoughts.

[fcb-mv33]

I saw that a lot of people are always claiming that red bull is a racist team. Only marko is a peace of shit, Christian or Max have done nothing wrong. Show me the racism. Like are people stupit? (rhetorical question i know people are stupid). Red bull showed all the support and fired one of their best junior drivers because of racist remarks. It takes time to end a contract it can't be done by the snap of the fingers. They are not trying to distract people away from piquet.

Also the whole Jos is an abusive monster thing. Don't think it's fair because that man was cleared of all charges in court of law. Jet people still belive news papers. You really think that Sophie (Maxes mom if people don't know) would be fine taking pictures with the man who abused her (there are pictures of the whole family together at one of Maxes races at torro rosso and red bull), and jos has a great relationship (as fare as I know, have you seen his insta like it's all looka at my pride and joy, my beautiful kids and my race cars) all his kids, I don't think their mothers would let their kids be around a abusive man. Also people calme that Jos abused Max. And Max is like "my dad, my biggest supporters the man who built me karts and engines and drove me all around Europe so I can compete. He thought me so much about driving and racing and spent all his time and money on my racingcareer". He was harsh on Max yes I'm not going to denie that but abusive don't think so. Max has a brain and is one of the most mentally strong drivers on the grid. I don't belive he would let his father near if he was really an abusive asshole that people clame Jos is/was. My parent were abusive what we know about their relationship doesn't sound abusive.

The fact that people say Max won the championship in spite of Jos is just disrespectful. That man did a lot for his son. Jos is no angel but man come on.

If Max was to come out tomorrow and say my dad was/is an abusive monster I woud suport Max as much as I can and woud condemn Jos. But who are we to claim abuse and say things that are being said about Jos. None of us really know. What I'm trying to get at saying in the comments that Jos tried to kill his wife or that he abused Max without real evidence and without the Max claiming abuse is wrong.

I don't know where this rant came from. I'm sorry I know am rambling. I'm kinda tired of seeing hate being thrown on red bull and seeing people call Jos abusive and then talking like they were there and like they know and also acting like Max is this weak little abused child that is delusioned by what his dad did for him and that is the reason why he doesn't know he was abused. Maybe he was not abused. Like he is a grown ass man he would have done something about his dad if he wanted to.

I apologise again for this ask it's a bit much. But everything that I went trough in my childhood I wish someone did for me what Jos did for Max. People who were abused don't become strong from abuse they become strong while healing from abuse and you can't heal while still being around your abusers.

You can't become a champion from abuse. A child would have crumbled under abuse and would not have the confidence in their ability. Max is the most confident driver on the grid that man knows what he is capable of.

Nah bestie don’t apologize for sending asks honestly!!

But I will say I don’t like J*s. Hearing some of the things Max has said about his childhood with so much ease I do think is sad. It’s not my place to say if he was abusive but some of the things that has been said is borderline abuse.

The hate to Red Bull I despise because they truly love Max. Christian you can just tell really loves Max and you could see that in Abu Dhabi and in all the races with either a loss or a win he’s always there to pick up Max. And the team as a whole love Max…like the Abu Dhabi celebrations always kills me because you can SEE how much this meant to them, Max winning his first championship and they supported and defended him so much.

The hate Red Bull gets us ridiculous and unnecessary when it comes to their love for Max.

#anon💜 #never apologize for es ending rants!! #no matter what!!

[starlingsrps]

it's only just the weight of the world.

alex and his crew don’t come back.

it’s not the only one and there are enough men down that the mood is somber on base tonight. this isn’t the first time, not by a long shot. david has been in europe for eight months, thorpe abbotts for five - he’s lost friends, he’s lost more than he ever thought he would and he’s still here and upright. 

but alex being dead, alex never coming back sits like a stone on his chest. the kid’s a little shit who can’t pick a single fight to save his life, lanky and scrappy as an alley cat but there’s something about him that david recognizes. he’d been a little shit himself at twenty - more like a pampered poodle and full of it - but a little shit all the same. he didn’t talk much about where he came from but it was pretty clear that the army was good for him in a way it absolutely wasn’t for david. a few years and hardy might have managed to make something of himself.

that’s what isn’t sitting, he realizes. alex is - was, whatever - turning twenty one in two weeks. it feels fucked up that he won’t be. he’s a kid. he should have had more time.

david drags himself from interrogation to the showers to the clubhouse. he doesn’t want to be alone at all, though he’s all too aware of what terrible company he is. there’s a moment and a toast for the crews that went down today and then it’s like it never happened at all. it’s like they all disappeared. someone puts on a record and the subject changes. across the room, he hears jack telling some new story about his daughter. there’s a poker game in the corner that he could get in on but he decides to keep drinking instead.

it doesn’t take him too long to be well and truly drunk, which feels a lot better than being sober. the warm numbness feels pleasant compared to harsh reality. drunk feels like armor. anything that hits him cant hurt him, bounces right off of him and into some other poor fuck. sure, he’ll be hungover tomorrow but he can deal with hungover. he does his some of his best work hungover, in the gloriously hazy moments before he tries to remember what the hell he did to get this way. 

david almost wishes he’d thought of this sooner.

sid joins him, dumping a short glass of whiskey next to the empty one. which number it is, he doesn’t quite remember. “quiet without hardy,” he comments. “miss the little fucker already.”

“he’s a kid. doesn’t seem fair.”

“they’re all kids, hatch.” sid shrugs, bolts down half his own drink. “you know what we’re up against.”

its not that sid doesn’t care, david knows that. he knows that sid has been a solider longer than any of them and that what sounds cold is just logic.

he still wants to punch him in the face.

“i hate it here, sid.”

“i’m not having a great time either. none of us are.” he shoots the other half of his drink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “just need to make the best of it.”

no, he can’t punch sid. it’s not sid’s fault.

“i’m so tired of people telling me that. nothing good ever happens here.” he downs his drink in one gulp. “we don’t win shit. we fuck up, guys die. we get lucky once in awhile, guys still die. it’s fucking pointless.”

sid sigh heavily, taps the base of his glass in the scratched table top. “i don’t know what to tell you, hatch,” he says, looking over his shoulder with an exasperated expression. “it’s war. that’s the point.”

“fucking stupid,” he mutters. “you too, if you believe that horseshit.”

usually, sid would respond with some wiseass crack about knowing he’s dumb but instead, he just looks at him before shaking his head. “and you’re drunk. go get some air.”

“fuck it, fine. night, halstead. go fuck yourself.”

he flashes him a sharp smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “right back at you.”

david gets another drink before he leaves, figuring he’ll bring it back in the morning or eventually or never. he walks for awhile, taking the longest, most meandering route back to his bunk. sobering up, having a one man wake - little bit of both. it’ll be like the others. after tonight, none of them will ever speak of alex or the rest of his crew ever again.

he and alex met when alex tried to swoop in on the pub waitress david was working on. he left vera unattended for five minutes to take a leak and came back to the little shit giving her a show. and, quite frankly, doing a better job of it than he’d been. 

“okay, okay,” he said, plucking him up from the stool by the scruff of his jacket like a kitten. he’d resolutely stayed put, ass turning into cement. “bedtime for the first graders. i’m taking you out.”

“they let you out of the graveyard for good behavior?” he’d looked him up and down, clearly unimpressed. “you couldn’t take me out if you bought me a dozen roses and sucked my dick.” 

david had never been more charmed in his life. it wasn’t as though he didn’t have friends here but alex had been a dangerous combination of friend and little brother. he could meet him at his level, high or low, in a way none of the others could. they riled each other up and if david was too old for half of this shit or alex wasn’t mature enough, they averaged out. indigo said that it felt like babysitting two tornados to go to the pub with them 

and now he’ll never talk to him again.

the glass is still in his hand when the grief and rage meet and he’s hurling it to the ground before he can stop himself.

screw it. if this has taught him anything, he doesn’t have a shot in hell of getting out of here alive.

might as well keep going until it’s inevitably his turn.

#type: writing #c: david hatcher #verse: at the end of the world

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

254 of 2023

Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous?

Yeah, my dad. And I used to be as well, until I lost the power in my left hand.

Have you ever been 4-wheeling?

No, never. But it kind of fascinates me.

What’s the weather been like today?

Pretty good. Sunny, but a bit cold.

What was the last exam you sat for?

Damn it was years ago. How can I remember?

Will you be attending any weddings in the near future?

I was supposed to, but they broke up, so.

Do you currently have any unread text messages, and who from?

No, I don’t.

Speaking of text messages, what colour is your cell phone?

The case is light blue, but the phone itself is iridescent white, if I remember well. I hven’t removed the case in ages.

Do you live anywhere near the woods?

I live near the park, but I wish I lived closer to the forest.

Would you ever consider a career in the tourism industry?

Nope, but I know so much about the place I live in that I could literally make a tour guide lol.

Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate?

The anniversary of our relationship and our birthdays.

When was the last time you used q-tips?

...what are q-tips even? *oh, you mean cotton swabs. Yesterday, I think?

How does your hair react to humid weather or rain?

It gets flat and I don’t like it.

What’s your favourite flavour of iced tea?

Ew, tea. I don’t like tea, and the cold version is just plain gross.

Do you understand music theory?

I actually do.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night?

Seven or so.

Are you expected to act professionally at your job?

Well, I make trains, so it speaks for itself. It’s all about safety and good quality.

Infomercials: entertaining or stupid?

Both at the same time.

What’s your favourite brand of energy drink?

I had a brain haemorrhage, I don’t drink this shit.

Do you have (or have you ever had) acne?

No, actually not.

When was the last time you got pins-and-needles?

I get them every day. Neurological things, you know.

Why did you click to take this survey?

Because I can.

If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them?

No, thankfully. Only replaced with stronger ones.

How do you get new music? Buy or download or what?

Downloading is illegal in my country, go figure. I use Spotify.

Have you ever sent someone an abusive text message?

WTF is even that question?

Do you require a lot of time to do things or are you quick?

It depends what it is, but now I’m a bit slower than before due to disability.

What will be the next concert you attend?

None. These lights bother me.

Turn the nearest television on, what’s on?

The Big Bang Theory.

How often do you “wake up on the wrong side of the bed”?

Never.

Can you rap?

Never tried, but I do like the music.

What do you usually order when you’re at McDonald’s?

Milkshake and chicken nuggets, or McMuffins when we’re in France.

Are there any textbooks near where you are right now?

Yeah, one or two.

What’s the time?

20:32.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera?

Yeah, I do. I’e been doing photography for many years.

How’s your body temperature right now?

I’m not gonna bother to check.

Do you use Celsius or Fahrenheit?

Celsius, like the rest of Europe.

What was the last thing you got a really good deal on?

I don’t understand this question.

Have you ever studied any ancient societies?

History classes are mandatory in our schools.

Do you like to wear long, dangling earrings?

I’m a guy.

What was the last reason you took medicine?

Epilepsy lol. I have to take medication for the rest of my life, so.

Do you exercise regularly?

I do, at physiotherapists.

What is your coffee of choice? (flat white, cappuccino, etc.)

Latte, but I don’t drink coffee anymore.

Do you pay any attention to your country’s politics?

Nope, but voting is mandatory here anyway. Not like we have the real government lol.

Are you feeling worried about anything right now?

Not in particular.

Are you a gossipy type of person?

No, I’m not. I don’t live anyone’s life when I have my own.

When will your next meal be, and do you know what it will consist of?

Probably chicken.

Tell me about the sickest you’ve ever felt.

Do I have to get into details of how brain bleeding feels like?

What’s your opinion on your in-laws, if you have any?

I don’t have any.

Do you make excuses often, or do you just get things done?

I get things donre. I don’t like lame excuses.

Have you seen your best friend today?

Yes, he’s sitting next to me.

What can you smell right now?

FOod being baked in the oven.

Any important birthdays coming up?

Yeah, mine. And after 120 days, my husband’s.

Fireworks: yay or nay?

Nay.

Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?

Gonna go to bed soon because I’m tired and I have a headache.

How about tomorrow? Any plans?

Going to work, then to the physiotherapist.

Do you know how to do your own laundry or does someone else do it?

I do everyone’s laundry if it’s my turn, and my husband does everyone’s laundry when it’s his turn.

If you could eat or drink anything right now, what would it be?

Just food.

What colour are your headphones?

Blue.

Think of the last long car trip you had, where did you go?

Today, to Dendermonde. I wanted to see it, I’ve never been there before.

Do you have a Twitter account that you use regularly?

No, I deleted that shit.

Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? They’re scary, right?!

No, they’re not.

What was the last movie you saw at the theatres?

I don’t waste my time on movies.

Are there any new movies that you’d really like to see?

No, I literally don’t give a crap about movies.

If you could play one instrument flawlessly, what would it be?

Cello.

Do you overthink a lot of things?

All the fucking time.

Is there anybody you miss but can’t see again?

Yeah, I think J. And M.

When was the last time you had a hangover?

Long time ago. I don’t drink anymore.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

[twenty-ei-g-ht]

I’m about to not be 28 anymore. my brother say is in 3 and a half days. i am a lot of feelings.

monday i watched the whale after having a very emotional sunday. julian’s sister yelling at us over scrabble. then julian talking about how he wants to take off for 6 months. making me feel alone, why am i pouring my energy into all of this. does he want this. am i being paranoid. do i want this. coming up with a back up plan in case he leaves. feeling irrational- just bc he goes away doesn’t mean he won’t come back. me wanting me to have that experience, how beautiful and vital that experience is. me just being at such a diff point.

been working so hard, i realize, to have he freedom and the job i have. to be able to go anywhere and work remotely. to travel and work, to travel but still have purpose. and now this bonus of owning an apartment and being able to pack it up and go. realizing how sad it makes me cause at this point i wanted a partner to do it a me.

in writing that i realize. it makes me so sad cause julian isn’t saying “i want to take off for 6 months w u”

anger. resentment. all the fucking support and time and energy wasted for him to just get up and leave. what a fucking asshole. fuck him. i’m gona do it first. are the feelings floating in my head.

so the next day i stay away (like so many ducking stupid times in our relationship, making me feel like i can’t be at my own home). i go to work at the studio then i go see the movie. cried my fucking eyes out.

julian msgs me saying he misses me. i go home. he wants to talk. says he’s happy in our relationship. blah blah.

me just having to re-evaluate everything. scared to ask myself the real questions, the hard questions. cause i love him so much. it’s so easy, it’s right there. i just want him to come w him.

i thought if we broke up it’d be because one of us didn’t love the other anymore. but maybe it won’t be like that. maybe it will be wanting 2 different things.

but then he says he wants to travel w me, wants to go to italy. move to south america for a bit. asks if i want to have a family.

but then he says he THINKS he’s happy. i don’t think, i know i am. and that scares me that he doesn’t.

i just wish he alrdy did all this shit when he was younger so he’d have it figured out.

is there writing on the wall i have to face but am too scared to?

i don’t know. i just know the things i want right now are julian, us to be happy, to have the whole world at our feet. to travel and work and live and love and be together. to be together. i want o keep working at my job and get a raise. i want to see taylor. let go of lisa. laugh with kaitlin. love all my kozy shack friends and my erika and new nicole. see yadira again maybe. i want to expand and edit a documentary. start a production company with taylor. live in toronto for a bit. spend more time in the sun in europe.

i don’t think ever in my life have i been so comfortable w someone, so sure and wanting. i love julian so much and want to work on it. i just hope he wants to as well.

my biggest lesson as of late is to not jump to conclusions. stop filling in the ending. keep affirming what i want and think i want, leave space for the universe to give me what i need, trust, and let things unfold as they may.

i need to stop jumping to the worst conclusion stop focusing only on the bad. focus on the good, the good things ppl say. the love. the love they are trying to give.

ke said to be patient, don’t give up on ur dreams. i ask myself as i am about to turn 29- what are my dreams?

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Chicken Little Was Right!

The Sky is Falling!!

Stephen Jay Morris

7/23/22

©Scientific Morality

This is the apotheosis of superstition: Jesus walked on the water, but polar ice caps are not melting. When non-believers stand on their hind legs, pound on their chests, and yell so everybody can hear them, “Climate change is a lie!” – You don’t argue with them; you just leave them behind and let them drown in their stupidity. The human race can fight what will be a catastrophic future by shrinking its carbon footprint. Really, this does not have to be all gloom and doom. We can correct this human-made, ecological catastrophe-waiting-to-happen! But, what about the wrong-headed people who are mislead by oil magnates and the pastors in fundamentalist churches? Charles Darwin had this theory, “The mechanism of natural selection,” which, means, basically: Only the strong survive. The weaker die because of fear and ignorance. Thus, this parlays into the fate of Homo sapiens and the Earth.

This is not just about climate science or abortion. This is evolution of reason and logic. Like the polar ice caps, religion is slowly melting. The cry is as old as centuries past: reason over faith. I get personally embarrassed when I hear Evangelicals preach from the pulpit, “God will punish all sinners!” Yeah? When he does, will we then live happily ever after? Not really, some new shit will come around the corner. Like eternity, drama never ceases. After all, God gets bored and has to create more.

America’s founders were not all protestant Christians from Europe. There were many in the Christian sect known as “Deists.” Thomas Jefferson was a reformed Deist. Most of the forefathers were followers of Deism. The Deists believed that humans must not be dependent upon God; that Man must forge a path for himself. That is why they created the 13 colonies. They did not want this new world to be part of the Church of England or a satellite nation of the British Crown.

This problem of the Earth’s climate can be solved over a few decades. It will just take co-operation, commitment, and public concern. Arguing and debating about it is a dangerous waste of precious time. People who like to argue have never excelled in athletics or sex. Sinners are winners in bed or the back seat of a car. If the Evangelicals are so afraid of the White population diminishing, then they should permit their followers to freely engage in premarital sex. Only, to them, sex is solely about procreation. Gays call Cis people, “Breeders.” And it’s true!

One glaring feature I notice about all religious people is their immature thinking. Let’s consider Kay Ker. She is this Christian advocate who depicts Heaven as another Disney World. This Pollyanna, magical way of thinking is for little children. Adults must solve problems, not merely wish them away. Otherwise they find out, too late, that there is no life after death; just like there was no life before birth. How do I know? I don’t. But in case there isn’t an afterlife, I’m going to do my best to make sure this life is fulfilling!

Years ago I made up this quote, “There is no God to help you, nor a Devil that will hurt you.”

Some people think it’s all about them. They are so-called advocates for “Individualism.” What they don’t know is that it takes a collective to defend one’s individual liberty. So much for that argument. However, it’s going take a massive, collective effort to solve this crisis. The reason some American people are not on board with the effort is because they suffer from narcissism. You know? The “Fuck you, me first!” crowd. They don’t care two cents about what may happen to the Earth after they die. They merely want to ravish and plunder all that it has to offer and use it for their selfish pleasure! Those people should be phased out of the community of Humanity. Religious nuts, mentally ill people, and Ayn Rand’s Objectivists are not helping our multiverse.

I am an Anti-Authoritarian Leftist. I believe in freedom for all, not just for some. But, sometimes—because of some people’s intransigence and stupidity—I wish I was a dictator. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and brainwash them.

At any rate, I will do all I can to fight this climate crisis. In the meantime—never mind.

#ecology #climate change #stephenjaymorris #poets of tumblr #american politics #baby boomers #anarchism #climate activism #climate justice

[luminnara]

It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega! reader Part 2

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part one | Part two | Part three |

Warnings: NSFW, Knotting, ABO

Tags: @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch

The soldier’s rut seemed to come around on a perfect schedule. Like clockwork, every few months Amoretta would be pulled out of her usual living space and sent to the rutting cell to wait for him. Sometimes, he came in smelling fresh and clean, like they had just hosed him down. Other times, he was covered in dirt and blood, most of which didn’t seem to be his own. She didn’t care; her heart soared every time she heard his heavy boots stomping towards her, and she always faced him with a confident, even gaze. 

They would spend his rut together, the soldier knotting her over and over until it passed. He grew bolder with her, showing her affection she never thought he was capable of. He would carefully lay her down on her side so that he could curl around her, waiting for his knot to go down so that he could start all over again. His hands became increasingly gentle, calloused fingertips brushing over her folds carefully as he tried to pull those beautiful moans out of her throat. 

He often succeeded; Amoretta woke up to his touch more times than she could count, her thighs already trembling as he played with her clit. The soldier was good at getting her ready for him, though she was almost always prepared to take his cock anyways. Her body responded to him eagerly, slick always pooling between her legs whenever he was nearby. She couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if HYDRA didn’t have her on so many heat suppressants. 

Even without her hormones raging, she was falling for him. He was big and strong and protective, always putting himself between her and the guards whenever they appeared in the doorway. If it weren’t for his trigger words, Amoretta was positive he would tear them apart before they even got close to her. Did that mean he felt the same way about her, too? Or was she just being a silly omega, stuck in a cold series of tunnels, latching onto the only alpha she was ever permitted contact with? 

She couldn’t tell. 

She didn’t really care.

All she knew was that she wanted him. She had begun looking forward to his ruts, and by the end of her first year in captivity, her body had begun being able to predict when they were coming without the use of a calendar. It was like waking up on Christmas Day, excitement flooding her while she waited for the guards to come let her out of her cell. It always put her in a good mood, knowing that she was about to see the one person who seemed to care about her in that godforsaken place.

And he did. 

He cared.

Whenever he saw her, the soldier felt his chest swelling with happiness. There were no bond marks on either of them, but she was his, and she knew it. His omega knew that he was there to keep her safe. He was driven by a simple urge to take care of her whenever he saw her, his need to protect her always taking over his mind. She was so much smaller than him, but she took him so well and fit so perfectly against his chest when they laid together. He never wanted it to end. 

“Alpha?” She asked one night, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

His knot had gone down a little while earlier, but he was too exhausted by a full day of fucking to go at it again yet. Instead, he was dozing, an arm draped over her protectively while she snuggled up against his chest. 

“Hm?” He grunted, cracking an eye open. 

“Do you…” she sighed. “Never mind.”

He was fully awake now, both eyes open as he looked at her. “Do I what?”

She bit her lip, feeling stupid. “Do you think we would be together outside of this place?”

He was silent as he thought about it. He didn’t know anything other than HYDRA. Shit, he had never stopped to wonder if there was anything other than HYDRA. Did he have a life besides killing? He had no memory of it, if he did. 

“I’m sorry, it’s dumb.” Amoretta said, burying her face against his chest. “Forget it.”

“‘Mega,” his chest rumbled with the word. “It’s not dumb.”

“Then why didn’t you answer?” She huffed. 

He snorted quietly. There it was again. That brazen attitude she always had. 

“Because...I don’t remember anything outside of this.” He finally said. 

Amoretta looked at him. “Nothing at all?”

“It’s always been HYDRA.” He didn’t sound too concerned.

She frowned. “Well...if it wasn’t. If we were just two normal people.”

“Normal?”

“You know.” She couldn’t help but smile a little. “Just...two people, living in a city—“

“New York.” He interrupted quietly.

She paused. “New York?”

“A city. To live in.” He said. “New York.”

Her brow furrowed slightly. Why would he choose New York? It was a large city, to be sure, but it seemed out of character for him to interrupt with something like that, especially considering that they were currently being kept somewhere under Eastern Europe. They were as far away from the States as they could get, and she had expected to be talking about someplace like Paris, or Moscow, or Berlin. 

She knew the soldier was someone HYDRA had captured a while ago, which meant he had to have had some sort of life before they pumped him full of the serum. Could this be part of it? Was he...remembering? If he was, she wanted to know more. All HYDRA used her for was getting their asset through his ruts, so she had plenty of time to think, and plenty more time to be curious. The most interesting thing in the compound with her was him, and she had spent hours just wondering about him. This could be her chance to actually get him talking about something other than rutting, and she wanted to encourage more.

“Okay, New York.” She said, a reassuring hand on his arm. “What part?”

He thought for a moment, trying to concentrate. “Brooklyn.”

“Why Brooklyn?”

The soldier shrugged. “Heard about it. I think.”

“Never been there?”

“...I don’t know.” 

“Hmph.” She played with a strand of his dark hair. “If we lived in Brooklyn, what kind of life would we have?”

“A house,” he said. 

“We’d have a house?” 

He nodded, his nose finding the scent gland on her neck and rubbing against it. “Filled with lots...and lots...of pups…”

Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately felt heat coiling around in her belly. She couldn’t help it; she was pre programmed to get excited at the concept of being bred. Even without her heats, the thought filled her chest with butterflies. 

“Wanna breed you…” his voice pulled her back to reality. 

Amoretta licked her lips, grinning. “Then breed me, Alpha.”

He let out a playful growl, somehow finding the strength to roll her onto her front and grab her hips. He held onto her tightly enough to leave little red marks, but he never had to worry; she was strong. She was made for him. He knew that she could take whatever he gave her.

“Want my knot?” The soldier asked, toying with her wet folds for a few moments before he shoved his cock inside of her. 

“Y-yes, Alpha!” She squealed, pussy immediately tightening around him. She had grown so used to his size by now, she hardly even needed any preparation to take him. Her body accepted his girth eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel his knot catching on her.

He groaned appreciatively as he began thrusting in and out of her, setting a lazy pace for himself. “‘M gonna fill you up, Omega...gonna fill you up, get you nice and pupped…”

Her cheeks were flushed as she listened to him, skin burning as her alpha fucked her. She loved the sound of his voice. She loved everything about him. 

“Please,” she moaned, melting down against the sheets. 

“Yeah?” He let go of her hips, moving both hands to hold her ass. He gave it a squeeze, chest rumbling happily at the feeling of so much supple flesh in his grip. “Fuck, omega...my pretty ‘mega…”

She sighed happily, her pussy squeezing his cock as a little orgasm fluttered through her. He was good at that, and giving her those tiny little ones every so often with nothing but his words. 

He snarled at the feeling. He wanted more. 

A metal hand snaked around her front, finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. She immediately cried out, surprised by the sudden stimulation, and it wasn’t long before her thighs were shaking and she was a moaning, crying mess underneath her soldier. How did he know what to do? Why did he even care if she got off, when she was only there to please him? 

He had to be more than just a flesh and bone HYDRA machine. She knew he had to be.

As she tipped over the edge, he followed close behind, his breath hot on the back of her neck as he bit into her shoulder. The pain felt dull, despite his massive fangs tearing into her. It always did; Amoretta was never worried about it, often sporting bruises and bite marks after her soldier mounted her. With the quickened healing abilities her body now had, nothing lasted very long before fading anyways. 

She wished they would stick around, though. She wanted to feel claimed. 

She felt his knot swelling and she sighed happily, slumping down onto the cot as he pressed his chest against her back. He began lazily licking at her shoulder, swiping his tongue over the bloody wound to soothe it. 

“One day,” he grumbled, “One day, ‘m gonna mark you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. 

“Wh-what?” She asked, looking back at him. 

He nodded, sure of himself. “You’re my omega. An’ one day, I’m gonna make sure everybody knows.”

—

How many years did she spend there, in HYDRA’S compounds? After the first, it was easy to lose track. She was kept on a monotonous schedule that consisted of a few feedings a day, exercise sessions, and the occasional “doctor’s visit.” Those always just meant that her suppressants were being increased, as her body was growing steadily angrier about them. She was building up a tolerance, the doctor said, and they would simply have to keep ramping up her dosage. 

She dared to ask why they couldn’t just let her have heats like normal, and the answer was simply that they didn’t have the facilities ready to raise super soldier pups. The thought of being separated from her own offspring mortified her; it was bad enough that she was always so far away from her alpha, and she knew she couldn’t bear to give up her pups for some twisted HYDRA program. 

So she shut up, and learned to deal with the side effects of the suppressants. They made her constantly nauseous, not enough to make her vomit, but definitely enough that she was uncomfortable all day. As her dosage increased, so did her headaches, and there were moments she considered begging the doctors to take her off of them so that she could feel at least some relief. 

But she knew that would be a bad idea. She had to continue acting like she had absolutely no interest in returning to her normal heat cycle, or else risk HYDRA thinking about how quickly they could get things ready to start a new super soldier program. Amoretta wanted to keep their minds off of it for as long as she possibly could, and it seemed like she was successful; it never came up during her visits to the lab, the doctors seeming much more focused on how to keep her from getting pregnant at all. 

It was for the best. She knew that. But part of her whined and yearned to be allowed to start a little family with her alpha, even though he hadn’t given her a bond mark. With every rut she spent with him, she felt herself growing more and more comfortable at his side, wishing more and more that they were normal people. She wanted to live that life in Brooklyn with him, to smell fresh air again instead of the recycled oxygen they pumped through the compound. 

Sometimes, Amoretta was moved to different facilities. They were always underground, always just as gray and dingy as all the others. The guards always tranquilized her in order to transport her, and she would wake up in a similar, yet different cell from the last, groggy and even more nauseous than usual. She figured they were moving both her and the soldier around, depending on where they wanted to send him off on missions. She just wished that she could go outside once in a while, too. 

One night, she got her chance. 

She woke up early, her body fighting off the tranquilizer she had been given. She could tell that she was in a cramped, dark transport crate, moonlight filtering in through the air holes on the top of it. Fresh air was coming in, too, the scent of grass and pine filling her nose. It smelled so delicious that she was gulping in lungfulls, immediately shifting to press her face up against one of the holes. 

It was small, barely large enough for her to see out of it, but she could spot a few twinkling stars up above her. 

She wanted more. 

The crate was heavy, reinforced with metal bars meant to keep her in and the soldier out, but she was determined. She hadn’t seen the outdoors in...shit, decades? 

A few good kicks was all it took before she was scrambling out, bare toes digging into the dirt as she stood and looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, a few trucks idling nearby as HYDRA workers moved supplies into the compound. 

As soon as they noticed her, she ran, sprinting off into the trees. She could hear shouting behind her, but she didn’t stop, too excited by the feeling of the wind against her bare skin. The night air was cool and refreshing, and as she skidded to a stop at the edge of a field, she could hardly believe she was really outside.

Turning her eyes up to the sky, she let out a happy gasp. The moon was full and bright, an entire galaxy of stars twinkling in the inky blackness of space. Amoretta hadn’t realized how much she missed it. 

Heavy footsteps drew her attention away from the stars, but she didn’t turn to look. She could smell her alpha approaching, his scent seeming more curious than angry now that he had found her. He was alone, free of the entourage of guards she had expected to come after her. 

“Omega,” he growled, his low voice rumbling. 

“Look at them,” she sighed.

He stepped up next to her, his side brushing hers. “At what?” His blue eyes were scanning the treeline, searching for anything that could be threatening his omega. When he found nothing, he tilted his head to look down at her curiously. “What is it?”

“The stars,” she sighed again.

Stars? 

He watched her face for a moment, surprised to find her smiling up at the sky. When he finally followed her gaze, he paused to admire the stars. He never really did that, did he? Whenever HYDRA let him out, he was sent with strict orders. There was never any time for stargazing. Though...it was nice, and the look on his omega’s face was even nicer. 

“That’s Ursa Major,” she said, pointing up to a collection of stars. “See? It’s a bear.”

The soldier snorted. “I don’t see a bear.”

“Then look harder.”

She glanced over to see him actually squinting, the lower half of his face obscured by the black mask he wore on missions. The sight made her laugh, quiet giggles quickly turning into full, hearty laughter that had her gripping her sides. There he was, a huge, terrifying super soldier, the most dangerous assassin in the world, and he was trying to figure out constellations. 

“What?” his head whipped around to look down at her.

“N-nothing,” she giggled. 

He gave her an exasperated look. “Are you laughing at me?”

“I might be.” she nudged his side with her shoulder. “You’re just...cute. That’s all.”

She could see him raise an eyebrow. “Cute?”

“Mhm. You know, this is the first time I’ve seen you outside of a rut.” she leaned against him, looking up with big doe eyes. “I like it.”

His chest puffed up a little as he looked down at her. “You do?”

“Of course.”

“Good,” his throat rumbled with a low purr. “I have to take you back now.”

She deflated with a sigh. “Already?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Not safe out here.”

“There’s nothing out here scarier than you, Alpha.”

His purr grew louder, a little more smug. “You’re right. But I have orders.”

“Can we stay for just another minute?” she pleaded. “Then you can drag me back.”

The soldier considered her offer. He really did enjoy watching her gaze up at the stars, and he had no idea when he would get this chance again. “...Fine.”

Amoretta smiled. “Thank you, Alpha.”

His arm found its way around her waist, pulling her up against him. “You like stars, omega?”

“I used to sit outside and look at them every night back home,” she said. “Well, when it was clear.”

“Back home?”

She nodded. “I grew up in this quaint little village, tucked away in the mountains...at the foot of the alps.”

He cocked his head. Something about the alps...it felt like there was a memory nudging at the back of his mind, but he didn’t know why. Maybe he had gone there on a mission? HYDRA was good at always wiping his memory between outings. It was hard to tell where he had been. 

“Let’s go.” he said, suddenly uncomfortable. 

Amoretta didn’t resist as he scooped her up, instead resting her cheek against his chest and trying to surround herself with his scent while he walked. She could tell that something was bothering him, but with no idea what, and with him nearing the HYDRA base, there was little she could do to try and pry it out of him. 

She would just have to wait and try again during his next rut.

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[harleysarchive]

Monegasque Kiss | Charles Leclerc

Fandom: Formula one Warning: My favorite trope, pining after each other and then confess your love. Friends to lovers. 2500 words. I enjoyed writing this a LOT. Pairing: Charles Leclerc x neutral!reader Summary: You and Charles are pining after one another and it ends up with a kiss, with some help from Pierre Gasly

A/N: Once again I’m thanking Screnwriter’s prompts, nr. 10, for sparking my inspiration to write, your prompts are the best! Gif by dams-racing. Honestly, I’m having such a blast writing for Charles and the other drivers, it really inspires me to continue writing.

There were some perks with being friends with formula one drivers. For instance you could go watch them race and kick ass on the tracks. You had known Charles and Pierre since you were younger. You had the fortune to meet them when they raced go kart and you just happened to be in Monaco on vacation with your family when their race was there. You had met them by accident and the three of you had stayed in touch ever since that day. Even though you couldn’t meet them as much as you wanted, you were happy to accompany them on their races, especially when it was in Monaco. 

You were by the docks looking at the people on their boats. Music started blasting through the speakers on the boats and people talked loudly to overpower the sound. Champagne was popping, spilling onto the wooden deck and laughter was heard from tipsy people. Girls were tanning on the deck and guys shouting at the people below. But you loved this, the commotion of people and how happy everyone was.

Screams were heard behind you when you saw that the big screen was showing all the drivers and that the drivers were posing in front of said screen. The crowd cheered the loudest when Charles' face was shown and he walked in front of it. Your heart made a jump when you saw him. Ever since that day many years ago, you had had a crush on Charles. But there was no way in hell that you were going to tell him that. Your friendship were too important to destroy by a stupid crush. But something inside you hoped, wished that he felt the same towards you. 

Pierre had seen you on the docks and made his way over to you, hugging you from behind. You shrieked, but soon relaxed when you realized who it was. Pierre laughed loudly at your reaction. 

“Pierre, you scared the living shit out of me.” you said and smacked him on the arm. His smile just grew even wider. 

“I didn’t know that you would be here so soon, (Y/N). I thought me or Charles were going to pick you up at the airport when you landed.”

“No need to, plus I didn’t want to ruin your fashion show down there.” you said and winked at him. He shoved you slightly which made you giggle. The two of you walked towards one of the cafés. The weather was amazing. You and Pierre caught up with everything while waiting for Charles to arrive. Pierre talked about the race and how he had enjoyed some time to hang out with his friends. You talked about your life and what was going on there. This was the first race that you could attend in Europe and you were happy that it was in Monaco. 

“So, anyone special at home?” he asked, with a look on his face like he knew something. You looked at him suspiciously. 

“No, why?”

“Well you are beautiful. I just wondered why you haven’t found someone yet.” his smirk grew. 

He definitely knew.

“Thank you, Pierre. I don’t know.” you tried to sound innocent and oblivious. “Maybe I haven’t found the right one.”

“Or the right one haven’t asked you.” he mumbled into his coffee, which made you turn bright red. 

Charles was on his way to your location and he had stopped by a flower shop to buy you some flowers. It had been ages since he had seen you and he wanted to give you something. He had seen you and Pierre hug on the docks, which made him feel a wave of jealousy crash inside of him. But he didn’t want to admit it to himself. The two of you were friends, nothing more, nothing less. But god did he hope for more. 

He rounded the corner to see the two of you talking at the café. The sting of jealousy came back again, because it looked like the two of you were on a date. But he tried to dismiss the thought and put on the biggest smile on his face. Pierre saw him first and waved him over, which made you turn to face him. Charles stopped in his tracks when his eyes met yours. His stomach filled with butterflies and he could feel his face getting flustered. 

You rose from your chair to run to him and you gave him the biggest hug.

“God how I have missed you, Charles.” you said. He hugged you back and inhaled your scent. How he had missed your hugs and your scent. 

“I have missed you so much, (Y/N).”

He let go of you.

“These are for you.” 

He gave you the flowers he had bought and you had the biggest smile plastered on your face.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

“Thank you so much, Charles.” you beamed and smelled the flowers.

The two of you joined Pierre by the café and continued your chat for some time. You talked about everything and nothing.

“(Y/N), you should join us tonight at the party.” Pierre said.

“There’s a party tonight?”

“Yes, it’s on one of the yacht’s by the dock. I’m sure that you can come as our plus one.” Pierre said and winked at you, which made Charles' expression sour.

“Sounds fun and I get to hang out with you guys even more.” you smiled.

“Great, there will be more formula one drivers there tonight. But just stay close to us and you’ll be fine.”

“What time is it?”

“Around seven.”

“Great, can you pick me up by my hotel before that?” 

“Of course.” they both said. 

You grabbed your flowers and left them to get ready for the party. Inhaling the scent one once again and felt the butterflies go nuts in your stomach.

He gave you flowers!

At the hotel you had packed some more fancy clothes, in case this happened and now you were extremely happy that you did. You were done just in time when someone knocked on your door. Outside stood Charles in a blue shirt and he looked ravishing. You opened and his face flustered by your fancy attire. 

“Wow, you look amazing.” he breathed. You blushed by his comment and invited him in. He closed the door and sat down on the bed.

“You know, you could’ve stayed at my place for your time here.” Charles said. You froze by his statement and he saw your reaction and he could feel the panic grow inside him.

“I-if you wanted, that is.” he stuttered trying to save the situation. “You are always welcome, you know.”

His hand touched his neck in a nervous gesture and his face was even more flustered than before. You tried to not think too much about what he said, he wanted to be a kind friend towards you. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“Thank you, Charles. I will surely take that offer next time I’m in Monaco to see you.” you said and took one last glance in the mirror before the two of you headed for the lobby. The ride towards the party was fun, the two of you cracked jokes which made you cry with laughter. Charles felt proud that he could make you laugh like this and he enjoyed that the two of you were alone. 

On the yacht there were people everywhere, talking, drinking, you think you saw someone making out with someone behind the stairs. To give the lovely couple some privacy you turned around to walk over to the bar. Charles and Pierre had to do some interviews and mingle with the bosses and such, which made you stand alone for a while. But you didn’t care, because then you could watch the different people that were at the party. You saw Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen and Sebastian Vettel. In one corner you could see Daniel Ricciarido laugh with some people you didn’t recognize. 

Sebastian had seen you alone and came up to you. Charles had introduced you when Sebastian was racing for Ferrari and you could tell that Charles looked up to Sebastian. The two of you got along well as well, which made Charles even more happy. However, Sebastian could see the looks the monegasque racer gave you when you weren’t looking. The wistful and yearning looks that only a love-sick person could give. The slight tint of pink on his cheeks whenever you gave him attention or how his attention or body was always turned towards you, no matter what. 

“Hey, (Y/N).” he said and embraced you.

“Hey, Sebastian.”

“Enjoying the party?” he said and let go of you. 

“It’s nicer now that I have someone to talk to.” you joked and looked over to Pierre and Charles doing some interviews with reporters. Sebastian could see the look you gave them, especially Charles. He felt bad for you that you felt alone.

“Well, I can introduce you to some people if you want?” he asked. You nodded and followed him towards the crowd of the other racers. You met Max, Sergio and Lewis. 

Charles had glanced over at you to see that you were doing okay, but that wave of jealousy came crashing inside of him when he saw you talking to the other racers. And with the jealousy came the worry. You turned around to meet his piercing eyes and you smiled at him. His insides melted by your smile and some of the worry and jealousy went away. Some of it, but not all. 

When the interview was over he and Pierre went over to the bar. Charles ordered two drinks, one for him and one for you.

“Some encouragement?” Pierre asked.

“For what?”

“Asking (Y/N) to be yours?”

Charles almost choked on air by Pierre’s statement. 

“What are you talking about? She is a friend.”

“Yeaaah, a friend that you like… or even more than that.”

Charles just shook his head and headed over to you. You smiled at him when he reached you and someone said that we should continue the conversation on the sofas nearby. The crowd started moving towards the sofas and somehow you didn’t get a seat. Pierre came by to slightly nudge you so that you lost your balance and landed in Charles lap.

“I’m so sorry.” you said frantic, feeling yourself getting flustered, but not as flustered as Charles. You tried to get up from his lap, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“I-it’s fine. You can sit here, since there is no other room for you to sit.” he stuttered and eyed Pierre. Pierre just raised his glas towards him and continued his conversation with Esteban. Trying his best to look innocent, but it was exactly the opposite. You nodded and tried your best not to blush profusely. His body was radiating so much heat and you took some deep breaths and tried to relax. But the tention between you and Charles. You could cut it with a knife and you bet that the both of you were blushing messes at the moment. Charles didn’t know where to keep his hands and you didn’t want to move around to much. Charles wanted to both kill Pierre for doing this and thank him at the same time. But now he mostly wanted to kill him. You could feel how stiff your posture was in his lap and tried your best to not lean against him too much. But you wanted too. Charles' hand found its way on your lower back, to act as a backrest. You tried to act cool, but this whole situation made your mind and body freak out. How could you focus on anything else than Charles hand on you back? His warm body and his muscular thighs which you were currently sitting on?

You tried to continue your conversations with the boys. Throughout the night Charles got more and more bold with his actions. It started with that he rested his other hand on your thigh, which made you freeze when he did it, but you soon relaxed to his touch. Then he started to pull you closer to his chest so you were resting against his chest. You could feel it rise up and down, but he hoped that you couldn’t hear his racing heart over how close you were to him. Your arms snaked around his waist and you rested your head against his shoulder. He had a hard time breathing normally with you so close to him.  

Later that evening Pierre joined you, which made you break apart from your cozy situation. You and Pierre were talking about some silly things, as usual, and now there was room for you to sit on the sofa, but you didn’t want to leave Charles' lap. Somehow, you had gotten into the topic of different kissing techniques. This made Charles pull you even closer to himself, as he didn’t like the topic that you and Pierre were discussing. 

“Have you ever had a french kiss (Y/N)?”

“No, I don’t think so, why?”

“Well, there are a lot of french people here, would you like to try it with a real french man?” he smirked and you burst into laughter, which made you fall of Charles lap and landed between the boys instead. This made Charles expression sour even more. You and Pierre shared a loud and long laughter by what Pierre just said, but Charles… not so much. His eyes darkened as he looked over to his best friend.

“In your dreams, Pierre.” you said and dried away some tears and shoved him away from you. 

“Perhaps, but it is certainly in someone else’s dreams.” he said and patted you on the knee and left. You looked at him confused and then turned around to Charles. His eyes were still dark as he followed Pierre, but his flustered cheeks told you something else.

“Do you know what he was talking about?”

Charles’ directed his attention towards you again, trying his best to look unbothered.

“No.” he lied. 

You shrugged your shoulders and rose from the sofa.

“Come on, let’s look over the city.”

You grabbed his hand, feeling more bold now that you had sat in his lap for most of the evening. You dragged him towards the railing and looked over Monte Carlo. You hadn’t let go of his hand when you looked over the city. He drew you closer to him and you let your head rest on his arm. Then his curiosity sparked from the conversation you had with Pierre before.

“You haven’t had a french kiss?”

“No, I haven’t.” you laughed but tried to hide the nerves and your embarrassment over the topic. Charles nodded and turned around to face you. You looked at him curiously, which made his stomach do flips. How gorgeous you looked in this light, or in every light for that matter. Your smile, your hair, your laughter, you personality, it was all perfection to him. A wave of confidence crashed inside of him and he saw his chance now. He wanted to be with you and he hoped that you felt the same towards him.

It’s now or never, he thought.

“Well if you haven’t had a french kiss, you probably haven’t had a monegasque kiss.” Charles said with a smirk on his face. He let his hand touch your arm slightly, drawing circles on it. 

“A monegasque kiss? What is that?” you asked. 

“It’s like a french kiss but better.”

“Better?”

“Yes, because it is with me... “ Charles leaned in closer to you. “And you.”

He closed the gap between the two of you. One of his hands grabbed your cheek while the other hand was on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Sparks flew as your bodies touched and you stopped breathing for a second, which made Charles nervous. But you soon realized what was happening and you moved in sync with his lips. It felt like no time had passed but your lungs were screaming for air. You broke apart from the kiss, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” Charles breathed. You just beamed over what had just happened. Charles’ hand caressed your cheek.

“So… What Pierre said about me kissing a certain someone in a certain someone’s dreams. Was that you?”

“Guilty.” He said and from the back you could hear Pierre cheering and shouting something like ‘finally you guys did it!’.

You just laughed and kissed Charles again, which would be one of many kisses to come and quite frankly, you enjoyed the monegasque kiss much more than you would ever like any other kiss in the future.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 🥰

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[hikarimiyanaga]

Hi! do you accept crossovers? I absolutely love both your writings about Marvel and Resident Evil and it gave me some idea about something I've read in the past. How about an Avenger f!reader that got accidentally transported on Resident Evil world after Tony tried his new stupid teleporter on reader and we met Donna because that is where the stupid teleporter dropped us and maybe sparks fly? idk LMAO if this is too specific or something you can just ignore it! Thankyouuu! <3

Oh my god. Yes. Please. You didn't hear it from me but I do have ideas for a crossover between Trese and Resident Evil Village.

Anyways, here you go!

"Tony, are you sure about this?" You ask as you step inside his 'teleporter'. "If this kills me, Stark, I will fucking haunt you." Tony rolls his eyes at you.

"It will work. I did the math, Y/N. I'm a genius, remember?" You groan.

"God, just fire it up before I hurl at you and your arrogance." He grins and gives you a thumbs up then turns it on. It was all going smoothly until one of the machines connected to the teleporter blew up and started smoking. Both you and Tony look at it with concern.

"Shit!" He runs to it and tries to pry it's lid off but it was too late. You were gone from the teleporter.

-

You land abruptly with your butt first.

"Fuck!" You curse as you feel the pain. "Tony fucking Stark! I will fucking-" You stop as you look around. Where are you? You pat your pocket and you sigh in relief as you get your phone. Problem is, it had no signal. "Goddamn it! The fuck am I supposed to do!?" You ask no one in particular. You look around you and you realize that you were on someone's courtyard. You gulp as you see the house looming over you.

You stand then sigh. Scratch haunting Tony.

"I'm going to murder him and be Morgan's father. That asshole needs to pay for sending me to who the fuck knows where." You grumble as you walk to the house's door. You knock on it and manage to put a smile on your face. It was answered by no one though and you got confused.

"Is this day going to get any better?" You grumble as you step inside. "Is anyone home? Or did a ghost let me enter inside?" You ask loudly as you get to main hall.

"You're kinda funny." Someone says from behind you so you turn. But then there was no one.

"Wha- Who-"

"Hey! Down here!" You look down and there was a doll. A doll was talking to you.

"Hi? What? What is happening?"

"The name's Angie! Kinda Funny! What's yours?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Kinda funny?" You snort. "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N!" You nod.

"Can I ask where I am? I kinda just teleported here."

"Ooohh. Teleportation! That's cool!" You chuckle.

"It was. Until my 'friend' broke his machine."

"Oh! Is that why you don't where you are?"

"Yeah. So can I ask? Can you please tell me?" Angie hums.

"Let me just get Donna! We can help you!" Angie just floats and your eyes widen as she floats away from you.

"Am I dead? Do I have to haunt Stark?"

-

Turns out you're not dead. You're just in the middle of nowhere. In Europe.

"Fuck." You mumble as you sit back on the couch. Donna sweating at you while Angie is trying her best to hold in her laughter. "Why is there no signal here?"

"Most probably because this is an isolated village, Y/N." You sigh.

"Right. Damn it." You look around. You bow your head till it hits the table. "Please! Let me stay for a few days! Until I figure out how to go back to the States!" Angie is cackling now while Donna frowns at you.

"The states?" Donna asks as Angie is still laughing and you blush at how her voice sounded so gentle. You clear your throat.

"Yeah. I'm working there right now. I have to get back."

-

Days pass by and you find yourself falling for Donna despite not seeing her face. Her gentle manner, the way her voice sounds, and how kind she is just gets to you.

More often than not, you often find yourself just wanting to bask in her presence than to find your way back home.

One night, you find yourself staring at the skies. All the stars are twinkling and you sigh.

"Hey, Stark... you don't mind, right? If I fall?" You smile sadly. "I already lost Natasha. I almost lost you too. And everyone else... well, they have purposes that they need to do." A tear escapes your eye. "But you and I. No." You shake your head. "You have both Pepper and Morgan... but me? What do I have to lose? I wish there was a way I can say that I'm fine. That I'm falling for such a gentle soul."

"You can." Your phone says and you take it out of your pocket.

"STARK!?" His familiar voice chuckles at your shout.

"Hey, Y/LN." You can't see him but knew he had a smile on his face. "Sorry, it took so long to reach you." You sigh.

"Yeah. Asshole. You didn't kill me but you did teleport me in god knows where. You piece of shit." He laughs at that.

"I actually teleported you to a different world." You stay silent at that information.

"What the fuck?" He snorts.

"Sorry. But you did fall, did you not?"

"I fucking hate you right now." He hums.

"Don't worry about anyone back here. I'll tell them the news. But do be aware that Morgan will probably call you every week." You smile at that.

"Of course. Just tell her I'm somewhere far away... with a mission so important."

"And what is that?" You grin.

"Mending a broken heart."

-

A/N:

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Meeting the Baron (6/7)

Chapter 6. The Wilsons

Summary: Your short vacation is interrupted by a call from a friend. You head back to the States to help Sam and his sister fix up their family boat, and once you’ve finished Zemo is waiting for you to return to him.

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 4206

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up from a peaceful sleep. It was early morning, the sun just beginning to seep in through the curtains, casting a slight but warm glow through the room. With a groan, you rolled over and reached for the nightstand, picking up your phone and looking at the caller ID. Bucky’s name illuminated your screen, making you squint, before answering the call and bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hey, Buck. What’s up?” you asked, sleep audible in your voice, as you let your eyes flutter shut again.

“You sound like you’ve just woken up” Bucky commented, clearly more awake than you were.  

“I have” you groaned, hearing the movement of sheets behind you.

“Well, think you can make it back home for a little while?” he asked, making you wake up some more.

“Got news about the Flag Smashers?” you asked, eyes opening again, suddenly ready to jump out of bed and get ready.

“No, don’t worry…Sam’s doing this thing, getting the community together to help fix his family’s boat. I’m going to drop something off for him anyway so I’m going to stay and help. You coming?” Bucky explained and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, of course. How can I say no to that?” you agreed to go, always happy to help out your two friends, even when you weren’t in the country. You couldn’t help but smile a little more when you felt the man behind you shifting closer, wrapping his arm around you as his chest pressed against your back. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, I’ll be on the next flight” you assured him as you relaxed into Zemo’s hold.

“You still in Riga?” Bucky asked curiously as you started to feel Zemo pressing light kisses to the back of your neck.

“No, uh…decided to explore some more of Europe. It’s nice” you told him, being partially honest, obviously not mentioning the criminal…who was now trailing kisses over your exposed shoulder.

“You going to head back after fixing up the boat?” he questioned, wondering if you would be remaining in the States when you came back.

You looked back at Zemo, who lifted his head to meet your gaze. He didn’t speak but it seemed like he was waiting for your answer as well. “Yeah, I think so. But I’m always a phone call away if you need anything, same goes for Sam” you answered without breaking eye contact with Zemo.

“You better be” you could hear Bucky’s smile, which made you smile in return as you settled back down against the pillow, Zemo’s kisses against your bare skin resuming.

“Bye, Bucky. I’ll see you soon”

“See you soon”

Hanging up the phone, you placed it back down on the bed side table. “What do they need?” Zemo asked, finally speaking once the call had ended.

“Sam is having some people get together to fix up his family’s boat, help his sister out” you explained, turning around in his embrace to face him, resting your hands against his chest.

“Should I have travel prepared?” he offered without hesitation, surprising you a little. It was generous and you appreciated it.

“Please?” you looked up at him with an innocent smile and batting your lashes, the best pleading look you could muster.

“Consider it done, Meine geliebte” Helmut chuckled lightly to himself, wrapping his arm around your waist more securely.

Slipping your hands up his chest, one hand landed on the back of his neck as you lent up and kissed him. He instantly responded to the kiss, bringing one hand up to cup your jaw, deepening the kiss and making you hum in approval.

Normally, you didn’t like flying much at all. It wasn’t a fear of heights or anything that bothered you, it was the discomfort of it all. Waiting around in an airport before sitting in cramped seats for hours (especially if you were going somewhere outside of the States), none of it appealed to you and you would just rather avoid going anywhere than deal with all of that regularly. But your most recent flights had been more than comfortable, with excellent food and even better company. Instead of counting down the hours to your arrival, the plane was landing before you knew it.

You said your goodbyes to Zemo on the plane before getting into a car. You had no idea what he planned to do while you were with Sam and Bucky, but you assumed he would stay in the country. It made you worry for him, he would have a harder time avoiding arrest while in the States but, for some reason, he was taking that risk for you. Still, you were sure that he had a plan and would be fine. You would just make sure to stay in contact with him to make sure.

Finally, you had arrived at Sarah’s home, making you way through a whole community of people who were busying themselves with various jobs around the dock.

Getting closer to the house, you spotted Sam and Bucky talking to a woman that you recognised as Sam’s sister, Sarah.

“Hey!” you called to get their attention, waving when the three of them turned to you. “Sorry, I’m late” you apologise as you reached the trio.

“How did you even know about this?” Sam asked, clearly surprised to see you here. Bucky must not have mentioned it.

“Bucky called me” you told him, chuckling when Sam gave Bucky a small glare. “Oh, come on, I have some practical skills and some time to kill. Let me help” you knew that Sam wouldn’t like the idea of bringing you all the way to the US to help repair a boat, but you really didn’t mind.

“Thanks for coming” Sam was glad to see you, so he decided against chastising the two of you and settled for giving you a smile and a hug instead.

After pulling away from Sam, you gave Bucky a hug and then turned to Sarah.

“Hi, I’m Y/n” you introduced yourself, holding your hand out to her. You only knew her from what Sam had mentioned of his family, the two of you had never actually met.  

“Sarah” she shook your hand with a smile. “Do you know much about boats?” she asked, releasing your hand.

“Honestly, nothing at all, but I’m a quick leaner. You can put me on lunch duty if you need too” you offered, happy to help in any way you could.

“Come on, we have plenty of jobs for you” Sarah smiled, both pleased and amused by your enthusiasm.

You were on the boat with Sam, helping him strip away the rusted metal to be replaced with new stuff.

“So, how are your travels going?” Sam asked, starting up a conversation.

“I was in Vienna when I got Bucky’s call, it’s nice. It’s kinda nice to be back, though” you told him with a smile. He smiled but shook his head at you, he had never seen you as the type of be interested in travelling. Then again, it’s not like you were actually in Vienna because of your wanderlust.

“Planning on going back after this?” he looked over at you, chuckling when he saw you struggling to pry the metal off. Not that he was doing much better.

“Unless something comes up with the Flag Smashers, yeah” you nodded.

“What got you so interested in travelling anyway?” Sam squinted at you, half joking but half teasing but half serious.

“I don’t know…I’ve been living in the same apartment, doing the same dumb shit for years. And it wasn’t much better before that. I just think it’s time that I try to find out what else is out there for me” you shrugged. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be back for good by the end of the year, but I have to give it a shot” you told him honestly.

Having seen you both struggling, Bucky wandered over, grabbing the rusted metal with his metal hand, and ripping it up with ease. Both you and Sam glared at him as he walked away without saying a word.

“Show off” you muttered, making Sam laugh to himself before you both got back to work.

The day passed quickly, filled with working on the boat and getting to know the people you found yourself working with. Before you knew it, Sarah was letting you crash on her couch. You and Bucky had offered to find somewhere else to stay but the Wilson siblings insisted on you both staying with them.

You and Bucky had fought over the couch, both of you trying to be the generous one, but Bucky reminded you that he normally slept on the floor anyway. So, you got the couch.

Despite working all day and your body being completely exhausted, you couldn’t sleep. Just staring at the ceiling of the dimly lit living room while your mind ran wild. And the main thing occupying your thoughts? Helmut Zemo.

You had been distracted all day but now that it was silent, you were thinking about him again. Thinking about what the two of you were and where you stood with each other. Where the two of you dating? You were staying with him, he took you on a date, you kiss, you sleep together…you had to be dating. But he was a criminal, the man who broke apart the Avengers.

Why would he come back for you if he didn’t feel what you felt? You weren’t an ex-Avenger or anything like that, you weren’t like Sam or Bucky, he didn’t gain any leverage by pretending to have feelings for you. You couldn’t offer him anything like that…so he had to feel the same way you did.

Then the question was…how did you feel about Zemo? You wanted to be around him as much as possible, you liked him…you liked him a lot. But could you properly be with him, knowing who he is and what he has done? Oddly enough, you found the answer being ‘yes’.

Whatever was going on between you both, you found yourself wanting to call him. And so, you did. You grabbed your phone off of the table and scrolled for his number. You hadn’t been stupid enough to put his number under his real name, just in case he called, or Sam or Bucky saw.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing over to Bucky, who was laying on the floor, to check he was still sleeping. He was, so you pressed call.

“Miss me already, Liebling?” Zemo’s voice came through the phone when he answered.

“You wish” you teased by just hearing his voice put a smile on your face. You didn’t want to linger on the effect he had on you or how hard you might be falling. “Just wondering how you are…where you went” you confessed.

“I have arranged a place to stay until you are finished. Where are you staying?” he asked.

“…Sarah’s couch” you told him, smiling again when you heard his disapproving hum. “Relax, it’s not that bad. It’s a nice couch” you assured him with a quiet laugh.

“Is that why you’re whispering?” he questioned.

“Well, Bucky is next to me, I don’t want to wake him up” you hummed in affirmative.

There was a pause for a moment, the line going quiet. “…repeat that” Zemo ordered lowly before you could question the silence.

The demand made you smirk to yourself. “He’s on the floor” you clarified. “Didn’t realise you were the jealous type” you teased. In reality, you really didn’t mind. You kind of liked that he was jealous.

“I’m not” he insisted, making your smirk grow. “How is the boat?” he asked.

“It’s all coming together. I’m exhausted though” you admitted with a small groan.  

“Must be all that manual labour” now you could hear Zemo smirking on the other side of the phone. Knowing you were working hard on the dock while he was probably in a soft bed with silky sheets.

“Should only take a couple more days” you informed him.

“Just call when you need me to send a car” he reminded you.  

“I’ll get a cab” you assured him, not needing him to send a car. You could live like a normal person for one day.

“I will send a car” Zemo insisted, leaving no room for argument.

“Alright…” you sighed, giving into him. “…goodnight” you figured you best try to get some sleep before morning came.

“Goodnight, Meine geliebte. Sleep well” his tone was sweet, sincere. You smiled as you hung up the phone, placing it back down on the table.

“So, that’s why you’re so eager to get back” Bucky’s voice from the floor made you jump.

“Holy shit” you chuckled nervously, playing it off that he spooked you, “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was, you wouldn’t shut up” he groaned, rolling over to face you.

“Sorry…” you apologised, feeling genuinely bad for waking him. You knew his sleeping was even worse than yours.

“It’s alright. So…you met somebody?” Bucky asked, an amused expression on his face.

“No” you denied but he looked more than unconvinced. “Okay, maybe…yes, I met someone” you gave in, knowing you couldn’t lie to him.

“What’s he like?” he sat up, happy to annoy you but also interested in learning more about what was going on with you.

“…treats me well, he’s nice” you told him, just glad that he hadn’t heard Zemo’s voice over the phone.  

“Well, that’s vague” he laughed to himself, “you could’ve brought him with you.”

“Absolutely not” you scoffed. There was no chance in that happening.

“Worried we’ll embarrass you?” Bucky asked jokingly.

“Of course” you joked back, the two of you laughing.

“What are you two gossiping about?” Sam asked as he walked into the room. He had only come for a drink until he heard the two of you talking, he thought you would be asleep by now.

“Y/n’s new boyfriend” Bucky teased, like a child.

“Boyfriend?” Sam asked, eyebrows raising in surprise as he looked at you.

“He’s not my boyfriend” you rolled your eyes.

“But there is someone?” Sam smirked.

You just groaned in annoyance, picking up your pillow and holding it over your face, hearing them both laughing.

Finally, the work on the boat was finished and the three of you were going your separate ways once again, but Sam and Bucky seemed to be becoming better friends, which you were happy about. The three of you were standing outside of Sarah’s home, saying your goodbyes.

“Good luck, Buck” you gave him a smile as you pulled away from the friendly hug.

“You too” Bucky nodded, patting you on the shoulder before grabbing his bag and leaving.

Sam smiled at you as you turned to him. “You’ll make a wonderful Captain America, Sam. And not just because Steve thought so” you told him as you pulled him into a hug.

“Thanks” he nodded, seeming to take your words seriously. “Have fun with your boyfriend” he teased as you pulled away from him.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes with a huff before grabbing your own bag and walking away. “Don’t hesitate to call!” you shouted back over your shoulder as you left, while Sam just waved you off with a shake of the head.

Just like he promised, Zemo had sent a car that brought you back to the private plane. You could really get used to living like this.

“Welcome back, Miss L/n” Oeznik greeted you when you entered the plane. “Did you enjoy your trip?” he asked, offering you a glass of champagne.

“I did, thank you, Oeznik” you smiled, accepting the glass as he stepped aside for you to join Zemo before disappearing to give you both some privacy.

He was sitting in one of the chairs, his own glass of champagne in his hand. “How did it go?” Zemo asked as you sat down opposite him.

“Good. They decided not to sell the boat, but it looks like everything is going to alright” you told him, sipping from your drink.

“I’m glad to hear it” he nodded, drinking from his own glass.

“…I think Sam is going to take on the shield” you mentioned, curious to see his reaction.

“Ah, the new Captain America” Zemo hummed, obviously not a fan of the idea or the title.

“Don’t look like that. I actually agree with your opinions on idols but…they’re going to have a Captain America and it has to be Sam. Who knows what would happen if we got a new John Walker” you sighed, knowing Sam was the best candidate for the role.

“I might actually agree with you” he confessed with a small nod, making you smile. “And James?” he asked.

“I think he’s getting better. You know that list of his?” you asked, and he nodded, “I think he’s realised what he needs to do, I just hope he can move on afterwards. He deserves it.”

“The Flag Smashers?” he asked.

“No news. They’ll call me if there is” you finished updating him.

Before you knew it, the plane was in the in the air and you were on the way to wherever you were going. “So, where are we heading?” you asked.

“I thought I’d take you somewhere new” Zemo smiled, getting your interest as you tried to guess where he was taking you this time.

You glanced out of the window and the ground miles below before placing your glass down and standing up. “You know, Baron…” you hummed as you approached him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you straddled him. “…I missed you” you confessed, shifting to make yourself more comfortable.

“I missed you too, Meine geliebte” Zemo looked up at you, hands instantly settling on your hips as he lent back into the comfortable chair. His confession made you smile, and he noticed.

Leaning in, you captured his lips in a kiss. It wasn’t needy or rushed, but it was passionate, like being away for only a few days had felt so much longer. You both groaned quietly into the kiss when you shifted your hips, accidently brushing against him and making his grip on your hips tighten.

“Oeznik could come in” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss when you both knew exactly where this was going.

“He won’t, not unless I call for him” Zemo assured you, running a soothing hand up and you’re your waist. “Just have to be quiet, Vöglein. Can you do that?” he asked, pressing a kiss just below your ear, earning a soft sigh from you.

You just nodded, though you weren’t actually so sure that you would be able to remain silent. But you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him again anyway, with a newfound fervour. You meant what you said, you had missed him, you wanted this, needed this, but you knew that you had to be quick.

You tried to pull away from the kiss, smiling when Zemo followed you, hands sliding up your waist and back. After keeping you against him for a moment longer, he broke the kiss and lent back again.

He released you when you moved to stand up, your hands making quick work of the fasten of your jeans. You shimmied out of your pants and underwear, kicking them to the side before beginning to climb back onto the chair.

Stopping you from straddling him again, Zemo gripped your hips. He manoeuvred you to stand between his legs and lent forward to trail kisses over your stomach. As he pressed kisses to your flushed skin, hands holding up the hem of your tee-shirt to give him better access, you ran your fingers through his hair, admiring the way he looked and the way he touched you.

Once he finished with scattering kisses over your stomach and hips, making sure to leave a small bruise on your hip as a small reminder for later, he lent back and pulled you back down onto his lap, making you yelp in surprise. But you found your balance pretty quickly, hands gripping his shoulders as you adjusted your knees on either side of his hips.

A hand on the back of your neck pulled you down into a heated kiss while you dropped your hands to his lap, shifting back a little to unfasten his belt and pants. He helped you pull his pants down just enough to free him before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you back into place, so that you rocked against him in a way that made you both groan into the kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss again, you glanced over your shoulder, paranoia about getting caught resurfacing. “Liebling…” Zemo spoke gently, his fingertips grazing your cheek and making you turn back to face him, “eyes on me.”

You nodded, circling your arms around his neck as you lowered yourself down onto him. A sigh falling past your lips and your forehead dropping against his shoulder as you stilled, adjusting to the feeling of him. His hand soothed up and down your back, nuzzling his face into your hair as he held you close.

Zemo kissed your temple before you lifted your head, beginning to rise and fall in his lap. You couldn’t help it, but a moan escaped you when you found the right rhythm. To shush you, he pulled you down into another kiss. Muffling the noises that the two of you made.

You knew that you had to be quick, you didn’t have the time nor the privacy that you had that night after dinner in Vienna. There wasn’t time to savour everything but there would be time for that in the future, right now was needy, a quick ‘I missed you’. Zemo also wished that there was more time, wanting to cherish you like you deserved, but he also knew that there would be time for that later.

“Fuck…Helmut…” you breathed, burying your face into his shoulder to quieten yourself. Zemo’s head fell back against the headrest, eyes falling shut as he dug his fingers into your hips.

It wasn’t long before he sensed that you were both teetering on the edge of your climaxes, causing him to bury his fingers in your hair as he lifted your head from his shoulder to look at your face. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your movements faltered, becoming less controlled.

Feeling the rush of your release coursing through you, you pressed your lips to Zemo’s, muffling a moan of his name. His high directly followed yours, the two of you holding each other and breathing heavily as you came down from your highs.

Your forehead rested against his, eyes shut, lips parted, and skin flushed. Zemo pressed a light kiss to your lips, running his hands up your bare thighs, before going back to admiring the way you looked on top of him.

“Du bist wunderschön” Zemo complimented sincerely, a fondness, an affection, in his tone. You had learnt a little bit of various other languages during your time with Zemo, mainly just the petnames and compliment that he would endlessly give you. The compliments were frequent but always sincere, it made it difficult to doubt him when he called you beautiful like he just did. You just smiled, gently caressing his cheek before tenderly kissing him again.

With a soft sigh, dropped your head to his shoulder for a moment. Zemo just smiled, turning his head to bury his face in your hair.

Knowing you couldn’t sit there for much longer without any pants on, Zemo helped you off of his lap, fastening his pants and belt as you pulled your underwear and jeans back on. Before you knew it, you were back in your chair opposite the Baron, Oeznik pouring you both fresh glasses of champagne while you shared glances and soft smiles.

“When can we expect your friends to call again?” Zemo asked once the two of you were alone again.

“Whenever the Flag Smashers make their next move” you told him with a sigh.

“And after that, what are your plans?” he was watching you intently, like he was trying to put together your answer before you even spoke.

“After that, when the job is done, I’m all yours” you smiled, not hesitating on your answer. You liked the idea of having all the time in the world to spend with Zemo but right now you had helped start a job and you had to finish it.

“Now, that sounds like an agreeable conclusion for the both of us” Helmut’s mouth twitched into a small smirk as he sipped from his glass.

“It does” you agreed with a small laughing, shaking your head at him.

“I’m glad you decided to stay, Meine geliebte” Zemo confessed, his expression falling serious as he looked across at you.

“So am I, Meine geliebte” you said with the same level of seriousness, earning a fond smile from the Baron before you both finished your drinks.

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