#mark darcy fanfiction

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 [𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐘]

PAIRINGS —  Mark Darcy x fem!Reader

SUMMARY —  Mark and Reader meet on a dock in Greece and the rest is history

WARNINGS — difficulty conceiving, pregnancy, allusions to sex

NOTE — Okay the beginning and end of this are definietly Mamma Mia-esque but TRUST ME it fits the vibessss- anyways I hope you guys like it :3 Also a big thanks to @/mystic-writings for beta-ing!

Mark wondered what had brought him here that day. There he was sitting on a dock in Greece, reevaluating all of the decisions he had made in recent days. He found it very hard to stay hopeful when that very much could have been the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with on that boat, sailing towards an island he didn’t know the name of with a ferry that wouldn’t allow him to chase after her until two days later. 

He was about to get up and turn around, find the nearest airport that would get him out of the sunny Mediterranean country, when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. 

He squinted against the sun, trying to get a better look at who it was, but it wasn’t clear until you stepped in front of him. 

“You miss the ferry?” you asked him and he nodded his head. “Shame,” you sighed and took a seat next to him. You introduced yourself and offered a hand for him to shake. He took it and introduced himself in return. 

“I don’t suppose your travels have also been…” he chose his words carefully, “subpar?” 

“Actually, they have,” you leaned back. “This was supposed to be some sort of girls trip.” 

“And?” 

“Well, you don’t see any girls around me do you,” you motioned to the empty dock. 

“No I don’t suppose I do.” 

You sat in silence for a moment, the sun beating down on both of your backs before you chose to speak again. 

“Have you done much sight-seeing yet?” 

“None. I just got here, and I think I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow,” he admitted. 

“Leave Greece without seeing even one sight? You’re an interesting man, Mark.” 

“I’m glad you think so,” he sighed and pushed himself up off of the bench. 

“You know,” you started, “If you change your mind and want to see some of the sights before heading back to wherever you’re from, come find me. My hotel’s that one over there,” you pointed to one of the buildings overlooking the water. 

Mark nodded his head and wished you a good day before grabbing his bag and heading towards the main street, he’d call for a taxi and maybe his choice would be more clear to him the next morning. It was hard to think in the midday heat, because right now, for some peculiar reason, your offer seemed awfully enticing.

—

The next morning you awoke to a knock on your door. You checked the time, it was half past seven which was far too early for housekeeping. 

With a confused look on your face, and a just-in-case large vase in hand and ready for whatever was on the other side, you approached the door. In a quick motion you unlocked the door and swung it open, the vase held as threateningly as you could until you realized that you recognized those eyes and that tall frame. 

“Mark?” 

“You said if I wanted to get in some sightseeing before I go I should come to your hotel. You didn’t tell me what room though. I made a few awkward mistakes before landing on your door.” 

“What compelled you to do this at half past seven on a weekend?” you chuckled. 

“I could ask the same about your vase. Not normally something you greet someone with at the door,” he commented. 

“Just playing it safe,” you said, now lowering the vase and returning it to its place on the table. “Why don’t you give me two minutes to get dressed then I’ll properly invite you inside.” 

Mark nodded his head and you quickly shut the door, rummaging through your suitcases until you found what you wanted to wear, changing into it and reopening the door and allowing Mark to come inside. 

“So, what changed your mind?” you asked. “You seemed awfully set on leaving.” 

“I thought maybe it was time I took a break. I can’t remember the last time I took a vacation,” he admitted. “And it crossed my mind that perhaps you were right.” 

“About what?” 

“It would be a shame to leave Greece without seeing at least one sight.” 

You grabbed your bag and shoved a few things in it, looking back up at Mark. 

“Then let’s find a sight, shall we?” you offered your arm to him and he took it as you exited the room together. 

After you sorted out where you wanted to go you found yourselves on a hot overcrowded bus, trying to understand what the stops were and continuously looking at the map and your surroundings to determine where to get off. 

“So Mark, where do you hail from? I’m guessing England, but whereabouts?” you asked, over the loud engine. 

“London, currently,” he said. “And yourself?” 

“Currently? Also London,” you said. 

“But-,” 

“I don’t sound British?” you looked over at him and he chuckled. 

“Exactly,” he nodded. 

“I’m there for work. I’m an art curator,” you explained. “Brits bring pretty good business.” 

“That I can believe, and I think this is our stop,” he pointed. 

“Oh goodness, HEY! HEY! Stop the bus!” you called and stood up, waving down the driver with your hat. He slammed on the brakes and you jerked forward, almost falling into the seats in front of you if it weren’t for Mark quickly grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back down into your seat. “Man, let’s get the hell out of here.” 

Mark couldn’t help but give you a little smile as he helped you up from your seat and you exited the crowded bus as quickly as you could. 

“Good grief,” you sighed. “I would have gone flying if it weren’t for you. Thanks, Mark.” 

“Don’t mention it, all part of the Greek charm I suppose,” he shrugged as you began to walk down the quiet countryside street, looking for the entrance to the beach. 

“What about yourself, what do you do for work?” you asked. 

“I’m a lawyer,” he said. “Human rights type stuff mostly.” 

“Oh so a true London hotshot then,” you chuckled. “Come on, I think it’s right down here,” you motioned to a small trail opening. 

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say hotshot,” he said. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’m just teasing,” you said as you slipped on some loose gravel only to have Mark catch you again. 

“You’re quite clumsy.” 

“It’s a part of my charm,” you grinned. 

From there you both silently decided maybe it would be best if you held on to Mark so as to not fall again, and you walked a short distance in comfortable silence until you came to the opening of the beach. 

“Wow. Mark, this is really a sight,” you grabbed his arm and dragged him further so he could see the full view. 

The cove was secluded and the pristine water gently lapped against the shore along the white sand. 

“What do you think?” you asked. 

“I’m glad I stayed,” he said with a smile. 

Still hand in hand, you found a comfortable spot in the sand and laid out a blanket you had packed to sit on for the time being. 

“Do you have anyone waiting back home for you, Mark?” 

“Not aside from my parents,” he shook his head. “And yourself?” 

“Unattached currently,” you said while grabbing a water bottle from your bag. “My girlfriends would say this seems to have the making of a summer romance.” 

Mark found himself curious to see if you thought so too. Certainly he thought that seeing Bridget go off into the sunset with someone else would be the end of his romantic life, but perhaps he was mistaken. 

“Well, we’ll have to see if they’re right,” Mark said simply and you chuckled. 

Spending time with Mark was easy. It was as if your friends hadn’t all bailed on you and this was your plan all along. The days quickly melted into one, then two, then three and it was an easy routine for Mark to join you at your hotel in the morning. 

You were both too caught up in a whirlwind of tourism filled with adventures and flirting that you barely even noticed your departure date approaching. 

“Has it already been ten days?” you sighed, leaning into Mark’s side as you sat along the beach just outside of your hotel. 

“Went by a lot faster than I expected,” he admitted. “Feels like just yesterday I was so forwardly introduced to you.” 

“Shut up, Mark. You’ve had a good time,” you laughed. “Now let’s do one more fun thing before we go back to the doom and gloom of London.” 

“What do you have in mind?” he asked as you stood up and walked with him towards the water. 

“Hmm, have you ever tried the opposite of skinny dipping?” 

“Which is?” he frowned. 

“This!” you exclaimed while pushing him into the water, fully clothed, but not before he grabbed onto your waist, pulling you down with him. 

You squealed in surprise, falling on top of him in the shallow water. 

“Did you really think you could get away with that?” Mark asked and you shook your head with a laugh. 

“It was either this or you’d get up and chase me and throw me into the water.” 

“We could do that too if you wanted,” he moved one of  the wet strings of your top off of your cheek which it was currently stuck to. 

“No, I think I kind of like it here,” you said with a whisper. 

“Good, because then I can do this,” his thumb moved from your cheek to your chin, pinching it between that and his index finger and bringing your face closer to his before finally pressing his lips to yours. 

You brought yourself as close as you could to him, your hands holding on to both sides of his face. You could feel the water’s crests and falls and tasted its salt on Mark’s lips. 

When he gently moved away, giving you both a moment to breathe, he said, “I had to make sure I gave you a proper kiss goodbye.” 

“Could I perhaps entice you to make that a regular occasion?” you asked. 

Mark kissed you again, this time shorter before giving you a thinking face and then nodding his head. 

You chuckled and grabbed his hand, standing up yourself first before pulling him up with you. He trailed behind you as you walked towards your things, pressing a kiss to your temple from behind, then your neck until neither of you could help it and turned around to kiss properly again. 

“Why don’t you stay in my room tonight,” you murmured. “And maybe if we’re lucky the vacation will continue when we’re back in London. Any objections?” 

“No, sustained,” he kissed you again and you giggled at his joke. 

“Save something for the room, Mark,” you teased as you pulled away, “If we stay out here much longer we’ll be putting on a show for the tourists.” 

“And?” he raised a mischievous brow. 

“Mark!” you exclaimed with a surprised laugh, quickly grabbing your bag while he grabbed the blanket, shaking out the sand before grabbing your hand and heading back to the hotel, prepared for whatever this summer romance would bring. 

—

A few months later…

“Mark! I’m here, are you home yet?” you called into the townhome as you stepped across the threshold, throwing your keys on the table and slipping off your coat. 

There wasn’t an answer so you assumed he hadn’t arrived yet, but when you climbed up the stairs you saw him lying down on the couch with a pillow over his face. 

You chuckled a little and quietly bent down and removed the pillow only to be met by a soft, 

“Hey.” 

“Last I remember, you asked me to come over after work,” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his nose. “How was your day?” 

“Exhausting, can’t you tell?” 

“Yes, quite clearly,” you nodded as you sat on the edge of the couch. “So, did you miss me?” 

“Dreadfully,” he nodded and beckoned you to come lay down with him. “How was work?”

“It was alright,” you sighed. “I think I’m getting tired of working for snooty rich folk. Maybe I need a change of scenery.”

Mark kissed your temple and you hummed, 

“Or maybe I should stay like this all day.”

“I wouldn’t complain,” he teased. 

“But alas, there’s work to be done. Come on, we have to make dinner,” you pushed yourself up and took Mark’s hand, helping him up and dragging him to the kitchen.

You had agreed earlier on what to make for dinner so you easily fell into a rhythm of preparing things together. 

Even though the clouds were grey and it was perpetually raining in London, when you were with Mark, everywhere felt like Greece. 

“Mark, how am I supposed to get any bloody work done when you keep distracting me?” you asked just as he finished pressing yet another kiss to your neck. 

“We could forget about work,” he suggested. 

“As much as that sounds enticing, I’m starving,” you sighed. “And I think we both know what happens when I haven’t had enough to eat.” 

“Yes, I believe we’d like to avoid that,” he nodded his head and went back to chopping up some vegetables. 

“Mark, can you pass me the pepper and paprika please?” you asked, pointed over to his spice cabinet as you walked away from the stove for a minute to go grab something to drink. 

As you bent down to check what was in the fridge, something caught your eye on the counter and you quietly closed the fridge to inspect it. 

“Mark, what’s this?’ you asked, picking up the small box and opening it as he protested only to stare blankly at what was in front of you. 

“Ideally,” he started, “this would not have happened.” 

“I-I just…” your voice trailed off. 

Mark sighed, “You see I was worried this would happen, you’d see this and get scared and run away, and I’ve ruined it, haven’t I.” 

“You mean this is meant for me?” you pointed to the ring, then to yourself. 

He nodded his head.

“When did you get it?” you asked. 

“The day we left Greece,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “See I told you, you would think I was insane-.” 

“I never thought that,” you were grinning, looking up at him. 

“You-You don’t?” he confirmed. 

“Since I’ve ruined the surprise, why don’t you ask me the question and see what my answer is.” you suggested. “Go on.” 

“I-Darling, are you sure you want to do it like this? I could plan something more romantic than being in my kitchen in the middle of making dinner.” 

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect.” 

Mark took a deep breath and walked up to you, taking your hands in his, saying your name in the way he did that made you feel like it was his magic spell that would fix all his problems. 

“Will you-,” 

“Yes,” you interrupted him, unable to even contain your own excitement. 

“You didn’t even let me get the question out,” he chuckled. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you shook your head. “Say it again.” 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Mark Darcy, I would love to marry you,” you grinned and he quickly pulled you in for a searing kiss. 

When you pulled apart, Mark took the ring from the box and slipped it onto your finger. 

“Your parents are going to think we’re insane,” you laughed. 

“And yours won’t?” he poked. 

“Oh I’m sure they will, but-wait, what’s that smell?” you frowned. 

Mark turned around and you looked past him seeing the smoke coming from the pan. 

“Shit!” you exclaimed and quickly went to turn the stove off and move the pan off the hot element. 

You both examined the burnt food and then looked at each other. 

“Take out?” you suggested and he nodded. 

“Thai?” 

“Nah, what about Mexican?” you asked and he shook his head. 

“Indian?” Mark landed on and you nodded. 

“That’s the one.” 

Mark easily reached out his hand and took it in yours before grabbing your coats and heading out the door. 

As you walked down the lit streets, Mark lifted your hands so you could both see the ring glimmering under the streetlamps. 

“I think it looks complete with a ring,” you said. “Don’t you?” 

“I surely do,” he nodded and pressed a kiss to your hand. “I love you, my darling.” 

You smiled fondly at him, “I love you too.” 

—

Several years later…

Mark never got tired of going to sleep and waking up next to you every single day. If anything, his heart longed for you to be next to him when he was away on trips for work. 

Tonight was no different, except it was a little sweeter on this occasion, it always was when he was coming back from being away. 

He quietly got changed and slipped into bed next to you and you jolted awake, turning around excitedly. 

“Jesus, Mark! When did you get here?” you asked. 

“Moments ago,” he chuckled. 

“I tried to stay awake,” you yawned. “I really did.” 

“Well, you’re up now,” he kissed you. “And I suppose that means we can fall back asleep together.” 

“Yes, but before we do that, I have something I wanted to ask you,” you started. “I’ve been thinking about this when you were away and I was wondering what you think of maybe having a little one join us?” 

“You mean like Lucy?” he looked over at the corgi sleeping at the foot of the bed. “I suppose we could get another puppy-,” 

“Mark, not a puppy,” you laughed. “A baby.” 

“A baby,” he hummed thoughtfully. It was something he always assumed he would have, it seemed like the next logical progression of things, and when Mark thought of having a miniature version of you running through the hallways of your home, he was sold. “I think, if you’re ready of course, maybe we should start trying.” 

“Really?” you grinned. 

“It’s an easy decision,” he kissed your nose. “I would take any chance to bring more of your light to the world.” 

You gently reached out for Mark’s cheek and looked at him lovingly. 

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you.” 

You both shared a sweet kiss, and Mark let his lips stray away from your lips, kissing along your jaw then your neck. 

“You know, we could start trying now,” he murmured. “No harm in getting a head start.” 

“Well, I am awake,” you raised your brows and squealed playfully while he pulled you on top of him. 

After a little bit more discussion in the following days, you and Mark had gotten yourselves as prepared as you could for life as a family of three. Mark was determined to make sure your finances were in line and what both of your work lives would look like once a baby came into the picture. With that sorted you began trying, and weeks turned into months, which turned into a year, and then another, still with nothing. 

Mark could see how difficult it was getting, each time you went in with a little light of hope in your eyes, but it continuously became dimmer and dimmer with each negative result. 

At this point, you both wanted it so badly, but nothing you were doing seemed to do the trick so to speak. 

Mark waited patiently outside the washroom while you went in there with another test, by now you had both lost count. When you came out he could see that the test still wasn’t done, so you both waited in silence by the kitchen counters for the three agonizing minutes to pass. 

When your watch beeped, you hesitated before lifting the test up to your face to see what the results were. Mark was standing across from you and he watched as all hope and energy drained from face and how quickly your shoulders began to shake while you covered your face with your hand and began to sob. 

Mark quickly came to your side and wrapped you up in his arms, taking the test away from you and placing it on the counter, allowing you to feel the weight on your chest, but also lean on him. 

“I-I’m so sorry, Mark,” you shook your head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he shook his head. “It’s just a hurdle, we’ll jump over it like we always do.” 

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” you cried softly into his shoulder. “It’s been two years since we started trying, Mark.” 

“Then let’s press pause,” he whispered and kissed your temple, he could feel a few tears welling in his own eyes, not only was his heart crushed by the state you were in, but regardless of how much he let on, he wanted this too. 

After a few more moments in silence together you told Mark you were going to call in sick at the museum and just take the day. 

“Do you want me to stay with you?” he asked. 

“No, you have important things to do at work, you should go,” you said as you walked back into your room. 

Mark watched from the doorway as you walked to your side of the bed and slipped back under the covers. 

“Are you sure?” he checked again. 

“I’m sure,” you nodded. 

He came in and kissed your temple once more, whispering a soft I love you which you returned. 

Mark gathered his things and headed out the door, calling a taxi to come and pick him up. As he sat in the car and an overwhelming feeling came over him, he was about halfway to work when he couldn’t sit with it any longer. 

“Can we please turn the car around,” he asked. “Just take me back to where you picked me up,” he told the driver while dialing a number on his phone. 

“Hello?” a man’s voice on the other line responded. 

“Paul, it’s Mark, I’m not going to be able to come to work today, something came up at home and I have to be with my wife.” 

“I’m sure the world won’t burn down without you for one day,” Paul assured him. “Go be with your wife. You both barely took any time off for your honeymoon anyways.” 

“Thank you, Paul. Call me if you need anything that I can do from home.” 

“I won’t. Like I said, go be with your wife.” 

Mark chuckled and they hung up the phone. He’d always had a hard time letting go of work, but sometimes it was a little easier when it came to you, and you both agreed there were a few things in your relationship that not even an urgent case could pull Mark away from. In his opinion, this was one of them. 

When he entered the house again, he tossed his keys on the front table and slipped off his shoes while loosening his tie. 

Coming back into the room again, he could see you were still curled up in the bed and Mark came carefully placing himself behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“You came back?” you asked. 

“This is more important than work,” he said. “Someone else can save the world today.” 

You turned around and pressed your face into his chest, holding him so tightly. 

“Thank you for coming,” you mumbled. “It hurts a little less when you’re around.” 

“I feel the same,” he kissed your hairline. “And regardless of how things turn out, whether you get pregnant, or we adopt, or decide not to have a baby after all, we’ll still have each other.” 

You looked up at him with a small smile, 

“No regrets?” you asked, but he could tell you were teasing. 

“Never,” he leaned down and kissed you and you knew he meant it. 

—

A few more years later… 

Mark stood outside the front door to his home, looking down at what was in his hands in contemplation. What would be the best way to break the news to you? He could just come in and show you, but perhaps it would be best to tell you slowly, he could manage that, he just had to use his skills as a lawyer and it would be easy as pie, you wouldn’t even know what had hit you. 

With one last deep breath, Mark swung the door open and stepped inside. 

“Darling, I’m home!” he called. 

“Oh good!” you called, “I have something I want to tell you.” 

Mark frowned curiously, and thought to himself what could it be that you had to tell him? 

He hid his one hand behind his back and climbed up the stairs, meeting you in the living room. 

“What was it you wanted to tell me?” you asked when you stepped into the room from the hallway. 

“What did you want to tell me?” he asked in return. 

“Maybe we should go on three?” you suggested and Mark nodded. 

“1…” 

“2…”

“3.” 

“I bought another dog.” “I’m pregnant.” 

Mark’s jaw dropped as he now held the baby dachshund puppy in front of him. 

“You’re-You’re what?!” he repeated. 

“You bought another dog?!” you looked with surprise at the puppy in front of you. 

“I just thought Lucy was getting lonely, and we could use the extra energy in the house, but wait,” he paused, placing the small puppy on a soft spot of the carpet. “You said you’re…” 

“Pregnant,” you smiled. 

“But I thought-,” 

“We couldn’t have kids?” you filled in for him and he nodded. “Turns out impossible sometimes means: very, very, very, very unlikely.” 

“We’re going to have a baby,” Mark said softly to himself. “My God, we’re going to have a baby!” 

He scooped you up in his arms and pressed a smacking kiss to your lips and you joked, 

“Took us long enough.” 

To which Mark laughed and said, 

“I know right.” 

“Now, I think someone on the carpet wants our attention,” you moved over to pick up the small puppy who was wagging its tail excitedly. “What’s your name, little one?” 

“Maisie. She’s a rescue,” Mark said, wrapping his arms around you again from behind. 

“A baby, and a puppy,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect, don’t you think?” 

Lucy barked and you both laughed. 

“Someone certainly thinks so,” Mark commented before bending down to pick Lucy up so she could meet her new sister. 

“It will be a full house, that’s for sure,” you kissed Mark’s cheek, “but something tells me that’s what will make it fun.” 

—

Nine months passed like a whirlwind and before you knew it, your beautiful baby Ana was here with minimal complications, leaving you with a very healthy baby. 

The first time Mark held her in his arms you knew it was love at first sight, and you didn’t think you’d ever seen him smile that big.

“How am I supposed to go back to work when she’s growing every second,” Mark sighed and whispered as you held the napping baby in your arms, sitting up in your bed. 

“You could try it out and see what it’s like,” you suggested. “Or maybe you could do consulting from home for a bit, until she’s a little older. Do you think they would let you do that?” 

“They might,” he nodded. “They’ll probably call the police to report a missing person first.” 

“Come on Mark, you’re not that bad,” you chuckled. “Okay, maybe you are, but you’ve always made time for what’s important. Trust me, especially if you talk to Paul, he’d be surprised if you didn’t quit.” 

“I’ll call tomorrow and speak with the firm to see what they’ll allow,” he said.

“Are you sure you won’t miss working cases too much, and you won’t be too cooped up in the house with us?” 

“I’m sure, and like you said, if it works out I can always reevaluate when she’s older.” 

He looked back down at his daughter and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“Don’t you think she’s just the most beautiful baby you’ve ever laid eyes on,” you sighed, leaning into your husband’s shoulder. 

“The most beautiful indeed,” he turned his head and kissed your temple. “Just like her mother.” 

“Mark, I’m literally a week postpartum after a geriatric pregnancy, no one looks good after that,” you laughed. 

“You have the glow of motherhood,” he insisted. “And your smile still hasn’t changed,” the corner of your mouth with his thumb. 

“Sweat and delirium, my love,” you responded. “But either way,” you looked down at Ana once more. “I still can’t believe she’s really here.”

“Neither can I,” Mark spoke softly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “Our daughter.” 

“Have you thought about what you want her to call you?” you asked. 

“I was thinking Papa, but I’m not sure it suits me, but she’s far too young to be training her.”

“Speak for yourself, I’ve already started to teach her how to say mum,” you teased which made Mark chuckle. 

Ana started to move and shift in your arms and you could sense she was waking up to be fed. 

“Unfortunately, I can’t be much help for this,” Mark said. “But I can go into the kitchen and warm up one of those lasagnes your mother made when she visited so that we can have something to eat.” 

“Sounds splendid,” you kissed your husband’s cheek and exchanged quick "I love yous" before moving on with your respective tasks. 

No matter how tired you got over the next couple of months, you both would never forget that feeling, the one of gratitude that by some chance of life, you were able to create the little human being in your arms. 

—

“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay to do today alone?” you asked. 

“I’m sure,” Mark insisted, “look at us,” he pointed to the baby carrier fitted with a recently one year old Ana. “I’ve got phone consultations lined up for the day and some simple casework. You should go before you’re late.”

“Goodness, you’re right,” you looked down at your watch. “They really don’t tell you how hard it is to leave.”

Mark quickly kissed you goodbye and you kissed Ana, lingering a little longer, not knowing how you’d last a full day without your little girl. 

“Alright, goodbye my loves, I’ll miss you,” you blew them both kisses and Ana giggled which made you smile as you headed down the stairs and quickly ran out the door to get into your taxi. 

Back inside Mark slowly began to get into the groove of things. 

“Today is Papa and Ana banana’s day,” he smiled and kissed the top of her head, listening to her babble. She’d do that whenever he called her Ana banana and sometimes he’d do it just to hear her little attempt at speech and communication. “Alright, shall we get to work?” 

Ana bounced in her carrier, smiling brightly. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mark grinned. 

Having already felt with breakfast, Mark put on an earpiece and began making his necessary phone calls, walking around his home office consulting on matters pertaining to different cases he was consulting on. 

After about an hour or so Ana began to get a little fussy and Mark assumed she wanted to move around a bit, so he took her out of her carrier and placed her inside an enclosed play area in his office while he did some paperwork. 

He loved any time he would get to spend with Ana, even if it meant working from home. 

The rest of the day went by in a flash and by the time you got home both Mark and Ana were taking a nap on the couch. Ana was lying on top of Mark’s chest drooling on his shirt and Mark still had his bluetooth in his ear. 

It was a sight to see and you quickly snapped a picture before either of them awoke. 

Carefully you took Ana off of Mark and went to place her in her cot and woke up Mark, knowing if he stayed asleep any longer he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.

“Where’s Ana?” he asked immediately and you chuckled. 

“I put her in the cot. Your father-daughter day go as planned?” 

“Exactly,” he nodded and you kissed his cheek. 

“Come on, I brought home dinner. You can tell me all about it.”

You took Mark by the hand and dragged him to the kitchen, making sure to turn the baby monitor on in case Ana woke up. 

You grabbed your takeout and sat on the counter, eating your food, watching Mark and listening to him recount all of the cute things Ana did throughout the day. 

Even though more of your meals had become store bought and you were running around in every direction, it was always all worth it when at the end of the day you could sit together and visit, especially with Ana at your side. 

—

“I think we should go, don’t you?” you placed the invitation back on the table. “It’s a good excuse to go on vacation again and it’s around the area where we met. It could be romantic.”

Mark looked skeptical. 

“I’m not sure it’s the best idea, perhaps we could go another time.”

“Isn’t this your friend getting married?” you asked. “Come on Mark, please? Right Ana darling? Don’t you wanna go too?”

“Yes Papa,” she stood up in her chair and clasped her small hands together. “Please!” 

Mark looked over at his wife and daughter and shook his head. 

“Alright, I’ll look into the tickets,” he said and you grinned and Ana clapped. 

“Your first real vacation Miss Ana, what do you think?” you kissed her cheek. 

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I’ve never been on vacation.”

Mark chuckled and picked up his now six-year-old daughter, 

“Well, your mum and I met on vacation,” Mark told her. “She was very clumsy.”

“And your papa was very-”

“Handsome,” Mark tickled Ana and she squealed. “Now before your mum can correct me, why don’t we go look for flights, Ana banana.”

“Alright, Papa,” Ana agreed. 

“Ah ah ah,” you scooped Ana out of Mark’s hands. “After she finishes her dinner.” 

Ana quickly jumped out of your arms and went to eat her food as fast as she could so she could join her dad. 

“Slow down, sweetheart you’re going to choke,” you chuckled as she pushed her plate away from herself, saying,

“Done!” with her mouth half full of food. 

In the end you got what you wanted because three short months later you had landed in Greece and were on your way to the location of the wedding being held for Mark’s friend. 

“Mark, isn’t this the dock where we met?” you asked, looking around at the benches as scenery that looked very familiar. “Yes, I think it is, look, there’s that hotel I stayed at.”

“Mum, this is where you and Papa met?” Ana asked and you nodded. 

“What a lovely coincidence that is,” you smiled and kissed your daughter's cheek. 

Mark just gave you a small smile as you awaited the ferry and after you boarded the crowded boat, you squished into a few seats with Ana sitting half on your leg and half on Mark’s. 

“I guess you finally have the chance to take this ferry,” you laughed a little to yourself, but you could help but notice that Mark was awfully quiet. You figured you’d ask him about it later, maybe once you’d settled in your hotel room, but first on your list was to mingle with the rest of the wedding guests and the bride and groom in some of the hotel common areas. 

All three of you couldn’t have been more happy to get off that boat and Ana was excited to have a little run around before coming back and holding one of your hands and one of Mark’s. 

“Did you and Papa come here, Mum?” Ana asked while swinging both her arms. 

“No, we didn’t,” you shook your head. “I guess we were just waiting to come with you.” 

“Well you waited a long time.” 

That made you both chuckle as you finally finished your walk and arrived at the hotel. 

“Should we check in or-?” 

“Mark!” you all turned when you heard his name only to see a bright smiling blonde woman coming your way. “Mark, it’s so good to see you, I’m so glad you could make it.”

She gave him a big hug before taking a step back and introducing herself to both you and Ana.

“I’m Bridget,” she said. “It’s so nice to meet you all, you must be Mark’s family.”

“Yes,” you grinned. “And you’re the bride!” 

“Guilty,” she laughed. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come or not, but I figured I’d throw the invitation out there.” 

“Oh, why wouldn’t he come?” you asked curiously, not noticing Mark’s tense reaction. 

“It’s just, after Mark and I broke up I came to Greece, oh what was it, around ten fifteen years ago, and I just hoped it wasn’t a sore subject still, but I can see it isn’t,” she pointed at you and Ana. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

You wanted to respond, but your mouth seemed to stop working. You heard Mark do it for you and quickly excused you all so you could check into the hotel. 

You could hear your name being said a few times when finally a gentle hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance. 

“Ana, can you do Papa a favour and go over there and spend time with aunt Jude?” he asked. 

“Okay,” she nodded and chased after her father’s friend’s wife leaving just you and Mark. 

You turned to him with a hurt look on your face, 

“You came to Greece to chase after her didn’t you,” you said quietly. “That’s why I found you on the dock; that’s why you were waiting for the ferry.”

Mark chewed on his lip and nodded. 

“And you didn’t think to tell me she was your ex before letting me convince myself it was a good idea to come here?” 

“Darling, you were so excited and I didn’t think it mattered-,”

“Mark, please,” you shook your head. “I just-,” you paused and took a breath. “I need some time.” 

You took some of your things and went to the front desk to check into the hotel while Mark went to join Jude who had Ana in her arms. He made friendly conversation until you were done and you collected Ana and went upstairs to your room in silence. 

“Ana, how are you feeling, my love?” you asked. 

“I’m a little sleepy,” she admitted. “Is it bedtime soon?” 

“Mhmm,” you nodded. “We’ll all get ready and tuck in early, how does that sound?” 

She yawned, “Good.” 

Once you got in the room, you started to help Ana get changed while Mark got out your toiletries and easily took over when it came to teeth brushing. You took the time to get changed and settled, giving Ana a book to flip through while you and Mark both silently got ready for bed and slipped in the bed on either side of Ana. 

You slept close to the edge, your back turned away from the centre so Ana naturally decided to curl closer to father. 

“Is Mum okay?” Ana asked in a quiet mumble. 

“I hope so,” Mark kissed her head. “Why don’t we go to sleep, maybe we’ll all feel a little better in the morning.” 

You hoped deep down Mark was right. 

—

“Why isn’t Mum coming with us to the beach?” Ana asked while Mark helped her put on some sunscreen. 

“She just needs some time to herself,” Mark said simply. “You know how Mum and Papa sometimes like to have alone time.” 

“Yeah, but we’re on vacation,” she tilted her head. “Do you think she’ll come later?” 

“Maybe Ana banana, I’m not sure. I think Papa might have hurt her feelings by accident,” he admitted. 

“Did you say you were sorry?” she asked. 

“I did, but sometimes we need to say sorry and give some alone time, too.” 

Ana nodded her head thoughtfully, “Okay, then let’s go to the beach so she can have her alone time.”

Mark nodded his head and took his daughter’s hand in one of his and grabbed a bag in the other and they headed out to the beach together. 

Ana was adamant on starting off with a sandcastle, but both her and Mark found out quickly it was a little harder than it looked in all the movies, so they quickly abandoned that task to go for a swim. Ana had always enjoyed being in the water and Mark loved seeing how much she was enjoying herself. He just wished you were there to see it with him. 

He tried to keep his focus on Ana for the time being, knowing he would hopefully have a moment later to talk to you, but the day passed so quickly and before he knew it you were back in bed resting to prepare for the rehearsal dinner the next day. 

The next morning, Mark made a point to speak with you before you went down for breakfast, knowing if he left it he may not catch you until dinner. 

“I spoke with Jude,” he started, “she can look after Ana this afternoon so we can talk.” 

“Alright,” you nodded. “We can meet on the terrace.” 

Mark agreed and before you left, quickly reached for your hand to give it a squeeze. 

You chewed on your lip before squeezing it back, he was still your husband and you still loved him regardless of your hurt. 

The afternoon couldn’t come fast enough for Mark, he waited anxiously by the terrace after dropping Ana off with Jude, at least she’d have fun playing with her friends. 

“Mark,” you waved him down by the stairs. “Come on, let's walk,” you suggested. 

He jogged to catch up with you and you walked side by side down the stairs and further along into the streets, busy with traffic and locals, just going about their daily business. 

“I figured I should probably tell you the whole story of how I ended up in Greece,” Mark said, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

You nodded your head and motioned for him to continue. 

“After Bridget and I broke up, for the second time mind you, I thought I had to chase after because in my mind I thought she was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with,” he said truthfully. “So I wound up on that bench on the dock, mourning my losses as she came to the island and I was stuck on the mainland.”

“You wanted to marry her?” you asked. 

“I thought I did,” he clarified, “but then I met you.” 

“Mark-,” 

“You know me, darling. I’m terrible with emotional declarations, which is probably why I never managed to tell you how quickly I fell in love with you,” he admitted. “I was set to pack my bags and go home, but you convinced me, somehow just in your demeanour to stay, and so I did and spent ten of the most wonderful days of my life by your side. It made me realize the reason I came to Greece wasn’t for Bridget, I came because I had to meet you.” 

You looked up at Mark and saw him staring down at his shoes. 

“It never occurred to me to mention her because of how clear my future looked with you in it. How clear it still looks.” 

“And how does it look?” you asked. 

“Well,” he sighed. “Ana grows up and becomes a lawyer of course.” 

You chuckled at that. 

“And as she grows we retire eventually, move into that rundown cottage in the countryside we always talk about buying. They come up with some way to keep dogs alive forever and we grow old, fixing our cottage with Lucy and Maisie and Ana visits us on weekends, eventually with a husband and our grandchildren. It’s quiet and simple, but it’s us.” 

You smiled a little to yourself and leaned your head against his arm which he easily wrapped around you. 

“How uncomfortable was that for you?” you asked, knowing your husband wasn’t often fond of talking about his feelings.

“Unbearable,” he said, “but worth it.” 

“Good,” you turned his head to face you and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I’d love to grow old with you, Mark Darcy. Although I’m already convinced we have a little bit, the hotel bed is really not doing it for my back.” 

“That’s funny, I was going to say the pillows for my neck,” Mark teased and you nudged him a little. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” 

“I’m sorry I doubted you had a very romantic reason for not telling me,” you joked while circling back towards the hotel. Ana caught both of your eyes and she waved at you, rushing down to meet you at the bottom of the stairs, much to Jude’s worry. 

“Mum, is your alone time done?” Ana asked. 

“Yes it is, my dear,” you laughed and bent down to kiss her forehead. 

“Good, cause you need to come see this trick I learned!” she exclaimed, grabbing both yours and Mark’s hands and pulling you up the stairs. 

@/iceman-kazansky

#mark darcy #mark darcy x reader #bridget jones diary #colin firth #colin firth x reader #mark darcy fanfiction #mark darcy fanfic #mark darcy fic #colin firth fanfiction #colin firth fanfic

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What Souls Are Made Of (Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis Soulmate AU)

A/N: Not betta’d, not proof read. 

Soulmate Identifying Marks: the first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your skin. 

Darcy frequented coffee shops almost every day. She always ordered an iced coffee, no matter the weather. In the 100 degree New Mexico heat or in the middle of a New York blizzard, never did she order a hot coffee. The reason for this quirk of hers? She didn’t want to scald her soulmate when she inevitably spilt coffee on them.  Her soulmark, black script under her left clavicle, written with a penmanship that Darcy was awed over were the words “It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” She wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she’d meet her soulmate at a coffee shop, but that was the only logical explanation for how Darcy would ruin someone’s outfit, so she kept her fingers crossed and set aside an astronomical coffee allowance each month. When Darcy moved into the tower, Jane always teased her for bothering to walk the six blocks to the nearest coffee shop when Avengers Tower had it’s own coffee place only a few floors below them. She just always stuck out her tongue out at her best friend/boss on the way out the door.  

Bucky didn’t have a soulmate back in the 40s. He was a blank, just like Steve, it was one of the reasons he and the punk bonded the way they did; they only had each other.  Throughout his time as The Asset, he couldn’t remember ever realizing he had a mark. When your brain is being frozen and thawed over and over, memories turn into a haze of confusion. When he finally had come back to himself, falling from the Triskelion he filed it away for later, not wanting to think about the fact that he had a soulmate. Finally when his running was over, when he had obliterated every hidden Hydra base he had memory of, he found a safe house in the middle of nowhere and tried to put the pieces of his soul back together. His soulmark scared him, it rocked him to his core. Their placement wasn’t lost on him, words scrawled down his right forearm, his dominant hand, the hand he always shot with “You’re covered in blood”. He was terrified that somehow Hydra would find him, turn him back into their weapon, that the Soldier would meet his mate first, and he had no doubt of what the Soldier would do. Their inky black letters were the only reassurance Bucky had that he hadn’t already met them. That his soulmate was out there somewhere, alive and well. He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in, hoping he’d never meet them. 

—

Bucky hated going to his therapy sessions, he hated having to go meet with a government appointed shrink who he knew was more worried about cataloging every detail about his time with Hydra than they were helping him heal. But it was a requirement of his freedom, that he meet with a shrink once a month, to prove he was making progress, that he was no longer the monster he once was. He scoffed sardonically at the thought, he knew better. He would always be the monster they made him, it was always lurking in the back of his mind, waiting. But he pretended, he put on the black suit in his closet, showed up and told them what they wanted to hear, that he was cured, no longer the weapon he had been, trying to believe the lies himself. This day was no different, he was leaving Dr. Adam’s office blocks away from the tower and trying to calm himself. He counted to 10, breathing in and out slowly, trying to make the anger boiling up in him subside. He was tired of jumping through hoops, putting on the stupid government monkey suit, sitting through an interrogation every month. He still wasn’t free, not really, he had just traded one handler for another, no matter how Dr. Adams had tried to spin it. His head was spinning, he had to get away from the crowds and the noise on the street. He ducked into an alley, one he often used it to cut through to Stark’s gaudy building, ripping off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. He couldn’t breathe, he was suffocating. He started muttering to himself, repeating the grounding words Sam had taught him over and over again like a mantra. Bucky finally came back to himself, not knowing how much time had passed. His panic attacks always felt like they went on forever but usually they only lasted for a few minutes. They became shorter the more he used the techniques Sam had been teaching him. He ran his flesh hand over his face, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had appeared. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, glancing at the time, 2:08, he was late. He and Steve had planned to meet in the gym at 2:00. Working out and talking things out with Steve always helped after his therapy sessions. He cursed unlocking his phone to shoot Steve a text letting him know he was okay just running behind, when he heard a scream. 

——

Darcy knew a petite woman probably shouldn’t be cutting through alleys alone by themselves in New York City. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the afternoon, nothing ever good happened in dark alleyways, even in downtown Manhattan. But she was running late, her favorite coffee place always closed at 2:30 for the afternoon, reopening around 5:00 pm for the after work crowd. She normally wouldn’t have cut it so close, but she and Jane had to catch a flight to New Mexico at 4:30, planning to observe a meteor shower in the middle of the desert, and she couldn’t miss it. According to Jane this shower only occurred once every 200 years, so she knew that if she was late Jane would kill her. Any sane person would just skip their coffee run, shrugging it off and go back tomorrow, but Darcy was not sane. What if today was the day she’d meet them? What if she didn’t go today and that was when fate had decided that it was time, and if she missed them what if she never got another chance? Meeting your soulmate was never a guarantee and Darcy was not taking any chances. So she prayed to Thor, shooting up a glance at the sky hoping Heimdall was watching and ducked into the alley. 

Darcy wasn’t stupid, she kept her head on a swivel, she was halfway through the alley. It was long, cutting her commute by two blocks but she had never had any issues before so she hoped she wouldn’t today.  She spotted the man sitting at the bottom of the fire escape before he saw her. He had a bottle of liquor in his hand, muttering to himself and then taking a deep swig from the bottle. She debated turning back, but something was nagging her to keep going. She stood up straighter, digging her hand into her messenger bag. She admonished herself when she realized in her haste leaving the lab that she had forgotten to make sure she had her taser. That would be the last time she let Stark tinker with her toys, her science bro hadn’t put it back in her bag like she had asked him to. But Darcy wouldn’t let herself panic, nothing had happened, she would just confidently walk past the man and be on her way. She suppressed her cringe when he noticed her walk by and catcalled her. She ignored him, head held high and increased her pace minutely. 

“I was talking to you, bitch!” The man yelled, getting up from the fire escape. 

Darcy knew she should’ve just kept walking, ignoring her indignation and keep her mouth shut, that would be the smart thing to do; but Darcy never considered herself smart. 

She turned back, outraged at the audacity at this man. “And I was ignoring you, bitch!”

“The fuck you just say to me?” The man yelled walking towards her before bracing himself on the railing of the fire escape, clearly drunk. 

“You heard me.” She said, turning and storming off, muttering about sexist repugnant assholes and their lack of respect. It was then when she was shoved from behind, slamming into the brick wall on her left. She let out a shout, she hadn’t heard the man come up behind her. She turned, laying a solid right hook into her assailant, she had been aiming for his jaw but she had underestimated how tall he was. The punch landed on his shoulder, making the man stagger back but it didn’t give her the advantage she needed. 

She was shoved again hard against the brick, her head slamming back into the brick with a crack. The man was right on top of her, pressing her against the wall. 

“You should watch your mouth Bitch. Wouldn’t want to piss off the wrong guy, never know what might happen. .” He sneered, pressing something cold into her abdomen, if she had to bet it was the end of a gun. 

She wanted to scream, to panic, to blindly lash out at her attacker but a voice sounding strangely like a certain red headed Russian she knew told her to be calm, to take stock of her position, analyze what assets she had to her advantage. Her arms weren’t pinned to her sides but there wasn’t anything within arms reach. She knew she didn’t have the strength to fight him off outright, so she decided that running was her only option. If she could get in a good strike or two and  then run, she should be able to escape and get help. She’d have to take him by surprise, but she could do it. 

“You’re right.” She spoke softly, slowly raising her hands to her sides in surrender. 

The man smiled “damn right, pretty girl like you shouldn’t talk like that, especially to a man.” He raised one hand to her face. 

Darcy tried not to flinch away, focusing on how the movement exposed his face to her. Now was her chance. Natasha always told her that the eyes were a weakness, that when cornered she should use any weakness her attacker had to her advantage. So she struck, using her sharp nails to her advantage, gouging at her assailants eyes. He screamed, automatically reaching up to protect his eyes. The sudden movement made her vision swim, she definitely had a concussion. She shoved him then, trying to get him off of her enough so she could escape but his weight mixed with her incoordination from her head injury made it so he didn’t move very much. He pushed her against the wall again, and Darcy fought, panic finally taking over. She kicked out blindly, hoping to knock him off balance so she could escape. 

She heard the gun go off before she registered the pain in her side. She slid down the wall, hands automatically going to where the bullet had lodge in her stomach. She watched her attacker run away, having enough energy to push the panic button hidden on her necklace as her vision grew black. 

— 

Bucky was running before he realized it, he was so focused on the man running out of the alley that he almost ran past her. She was slumped against the brick wall, one hand clutching her side, the other holding on a pendant around her neck. She seemed vaguely familiar but he was unsure where he had seen her before, if he actually knew her or if she was just a random face in the crowd. He shook his head, as if he could shake the feeling that he knew the woman bleeding in front of him. He knelt, laying her body flat, leaning over her to check for a pulse. She was breathing thankfully. He placed pressure on the wound with his metal hand and grabbed his phone out of his pocket with the other, dialing Steve and putting the phone up to his ear before applying pressure with the other hand. 

“Buck you’re—.” Steve answered but Bucky cut him off. 

“Track my location, I need medical, one civilian, gunshot wound to the lower left abdomen, I’m not far from the tower. 

Steve was gone, the voice of the Captain replacing him “Okay Bucky, they’re on the way, I’m headed your way too, ETA 2 minutes.” 

Bucky straightened his head where it had been cradling the phone, letting it fall to the ground. He didn’t know the woman bleeding underneath him, but he would save her, he needed to save her. 

—

An extreme jolt of pain brought Darcy back to consciousness. She moaned and opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight. There was a man above her, she panicked momentarily before she realized it wasn’t the same man that attacked her. He was on the phone, she heard him talking frantically, calling someone for help. She studied the man before her, the figure was blurry but she could make out some of his features. He was handsome, striking blue eyes and beautiful brown hair that was tied back into a man bun. She didn’t normally like longer hair on men but he pulled it off. His hair style was a contrast against his outfit, he was wearing black pants and a white button-down shirt. It was a shame he was covered in blood, why was he bleeding?

“You’re covered in blood.” Darcy spoke, raising a weak hand to poke the man on the chest. Another wave of pain radiated from her side and that’s when she looked down, noticing the man had both hands pressed to her side. She frowned then, she was bleeding, why was she bleeding? She ruined this man’s nice outfit. Tears sprang to her eyes then, she hadn’t meant to ruin his suit. A part of her knew that the last thing she should be worried about was this man’s clothes, she was literally bleeding to death, but the blood loss was getting to her and clearly making her brain a little insane. 

“I ruined you outfit.” She said as she ran her hand down the mans front, as if she could wipe away the blood. 

““It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” The man replied in a soothing tone. She hummed and blinked hard, trying to fight off the darkness. He had a nice voice, she thought as the world around her started to fade. It was warm and she was so very cold. 

—

Bucky was counting the seconds that went by since he talked to Steve. Two minutes, who knew 120 seconds could go by so slowly. At 51 seconds he pressed harder on the woman’s side, hoping he wasn’t pressing too hard but the blood was seeping past his palms. He heard the woman groan then, the excessive pressure and pain rousing her from her unconscious state. She was frowning up at him, a confused look painted on her face. She licked her lips and Bucky tried not to notice how nice her lips were, or that they were painted the same color of the warm liquid leaking between his fingers. His eyes were torn away from her face and to his chest where her small hand nudged his chest. 

“You’re covered in blood” she spoke, the words sounding as if she was confused as to why that was. 

Bucky inhaled sharply, her words setting off alarm bells in his mind. This injured woman bleeding out beneath him was his soulmate. She was his, and she was dying. He leaned on his army training to keep his fear at bay. His panic would not help either one of them, and he would help her, she would not die today, he wouldn’t allow it. He was roused from his thoughts as her her hand traveled the length of his chest. 

“I ruined your outfit.” 

She was crying, tears silently falling from the biggest blue eyes Bucky had ever seen. She was scared, he could see it in those aegean eyes. She was scared and yet here she was worried about how her blood had ruined his suit. 

“It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” he spoke in what he hoped was a soothing voice. He wanted to ease her worries, if she only knew how much he hated this suit. He hated it even more now that it was covered in his soulmates blood. She smiled up at him as her eyes began to close again. 

“Come on doll, you gotta stay awake okay? Help is coming.” Bucky urged her. He wanted to pat her face, to rouse her but he could’t remove his hands from the oozing wound. How many seconds had It been? Surely it had been two minutes. The panic was setting in, this wasn’t what Bucky had planned, this wasn’t how their meeting was supposed to go. 

“Please, please doll, just stay with me. Stay with me, please, please.” That’s how Steve found him, begging his soulmate to stay with him. Bucky didn’t even realize help had arrived until he was being shoved aside by Stark’s medics. Steve had to forcibly drag him from his soulmates side. 

“Buck, they got her. They’re helping her, she’s gonna be okay Bucky.” His best friend was in front of him now, grasping his shoulders shaking him. “You okay Buck?” Steve questioned, concern lacing his voice. 

“It’s her Steve. It’s her and she lost so much blood and I couldn’t—” Bucky choked on the words “—I couldn’t stop the bleeding. She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding. It wasn’t supposed to be hers.” It was then that Bucky felt the tears, tracks of wetness falling down his cheeks. He went to wipe them away but stopped short, catching the sight of his soulmates blood on his hands. 

The sound of Iron Man’s repulsors drew both he and Steve’s attention. “Where is Darcy? She activated her panic button.” Stark questioned anxiously. 

“Who?” Steve questioned as Bucky pointed towards the medical team.

“Darcy!” Tony rushed over to the woman surrounded by medics. “I have a medical team ready back at the tower, she stable enough to be moved?” Stark asked worriedly 

“Times not on her side, sir. We were able to temporarily cauterize the bleed but it’s not a permanent fix, any jostle and the bleeding will start back up. She’s lost a lot of blood.” 

“FRIDAY notify medical, we’re gonna need an OR right now. I’m bringing Darcy in through the the Penthouse.You guys get her ready to move, I’m taking her back, quickest way to get her to medical.” Tony demanded turning back to face Bucky and Steve. 

“Did you do this? Did you lose control? If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Tony pointed accusingly towards Bucky his voice laced with malice. 

Steve opened his mouth to object at Stark’s accusations but Bucky spoke up first. Unsurprisingly Stark had suspected he was behind the bloodshed. He knew what it looked like and he knew what Tony thought of him. “I was at the opposite end of the alley, heard her scream, came running. The person who attacked her ran, couldn’t chase after him and keep her from bleeding out. Don’t know what he looked like. Tell the doctor’s she’s got a head injury, she wasn’t making much sense when she was awake.” 

Stark nodded once in comprehension, not even apologizing for his assumptions before he turned, bundled the brunette in his arms and took off. 

“Steve, please, I gotta…” Bucky’s voice trailed off, turning back towards the tower. 

“I know Buck, go. I’ll meet you in medical once we’re done here.” 

Bucky took off running, sprinting as fast as he could, his thoughts racing faster than his feet. Darcy…his soulmates name is Darcy. His soulmate was Darcy and she would live. She must live. 

#james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes #darcy lewis x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x darcy lewis #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #marvel soulmate au #soulmate au #soulmate identifying marks #tony stark #Iron Man #captain america #Steve Rogers #Winter Soldier #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #avengers soulmate au

[clarabow-mp3]

"oh are you busy writing your master's thesis" no i'm writing lord of the rings fanfiction

#i have so much more motivation for the fanfiction it's crazy #also.. can't believe i'm writing not only enemies(?) to lovers but m/f enemies(?) to lovers. who am i. #btw i used question marks there bc the couples i'm taking inspiration from (lizzie/darcy and kate/anthony) are usually referred to that way #but i don't personally see them that way idk what you'd call them but i don't think it's enemies or even rivals #more like 'ugh not this irritating motherfucker again' to lovers

[maxylovesfic]

Fic rec time!! How about some Pride and Prejudice?!

This story is just amazing. It’s got Elizabeth/Darcy for sure—that’s the endgame. But Elizabeth has so many adventures to get through before she arrived in Darcy’s arms. Including a marriage to Colonel Fitzwilliam. And Waterloo. And soul marks!

I love this author’s characterization, their attention to detail, their impeccable historical research. The pathos of war, the crunching weight of grief. And the pining. SO MUCH PINING. And the smut!! Yay for smutty Darcy!

I wouldn’t consider this one of my fandoms, which is one of the things that makes it so special. To stumble across such a perfect piece of fanfiction, without having to slog through all of Ao3–it almost seems like cheating. But someone referenced it on Tumblr, and BAM! There it was. Enjoy!

#fic rec #pride and prejudice #AMarguerite

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New Year's Eve Masterlist

All the Time in the World (to make you mine) (ao3) - concavepatterns darcy/loki E, 19k

Summary: After the events of New York Loki is angry and unapologetic, and a chance encounter with a young science intern on New Years Eve only leaves him more unbalanced. He is certain of one thing though: Darcy Lewis will be his.

And a Happy New Year (ao3) - SkyBlue2003 bruce/thor N/R, 666

Summary: Thor and Bruce have a traditional new year’s kiss.

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart (ao3) - Merideath steve/darcy, jane/thor T, 2k

Summary: “Wonder Woman? Really Darcy? You think it’s appropriate to go to a costume party hosted by a superhero dressed as a superhero?”

“What. It’s a good costume I made it for comic con last year and couldn’t go because I tased a god. It’s perfectly tasteful. It’s World War II Wonder Woman. Look my stockings have lines up the back. I have suspenders, Jane! I was going to go with the Linda Carter version but I wasn’t going to meet the Avengers in my knickers.”

“Knickers? You Have got to stop watching BBC America Darcy.”

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Darcy and Jane attend Tony Stark's New Year's Eve Costume Party.

Another Trip Around the Sun (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction peter/wade M, 31k

Summary: Peter likes Wade. A lot. Like-likes him. But this is a problem, see? Because Wade has no idea who is behind the Spiderman mask.

And then they go to a New Years Eve Party hosted by Tony Stark, get completely wasted, and suddenly this does not seem to be nearly as much of a problem as Peter originally thought. Because Peter always makes the best decisions while drunk, don't you know? Especially when his decision involves getting into Deadpool's pants.

A Place Called Home (ao3) - Anonymous steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: New Years Eve. Suits. Party at Stark's place. Honesty happens.

Fireworks (ao3) - shipskicksandgiggles harley/peter G, 1k

Summary: Spending New Year's alone was perfectly fine with Peter. That changes when his best friend shows up at his door with a couple of glasses and a bottle of champagne

Five Avengers Tony Kissed Under the Mistletoe (And One He Didn't) (ao3) - sariane OT6 T, 4k

Summary: Five Avengers Tony Kissed Under the Mistletoe and One He — wait, what the hell? There are only six Avengers, how does that even work, author? Are you sure you should be writing fanfiction? Does no one regulate this?

Tony has a busy holiday season.

hopeful for the new year (ao3) - PietroBarton bucky/pietro N/R, 1k

Summary: Pietro grew tired of the chatter and pleasantries of the new years eve party.

i'd say i love you with my final breath (ao3) - wmthackeray druig/makkari N/R, 2k

Summary: He presses his forehead to hers and it's like hundreds of years of tension simply drips off of her, and she feels lighter than ever. As if she could run through the entire universe -- but she won't, since she's back in the place she likes best.

On the eve of a new millennium, Makkari decides she's tired of celebrating alone. So she pays Druig a visit.

Millennium Bug (ao3) - WhiteravenGreywolf carol/maria G, 1k

Summary: It's New Year's Eve at the Danvers-Rambeau family, and in the last few hours of 1999 Monica has a revelation for her mothers.

Misfits (ao3) - fannishliss steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary:

Kisses on New Year's Eve: 1939, Bucky and Steve go to see the ball drop on Times Square. 2014, Steve attends the Avengers Gala.

New Year Playboy (ao3) - Scotland_Axel (orphan_account) steve/sam M, 1k

Summary: Steve meets Sam at an Avengers New year's party dressed as a playboy bunny.

Off the Mark (ao3) - brandnewfashion steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: In which Tony makes assumptions, and Steve disproves every single one of them.

Aka a "five times Steve surprised Tony, and one time Tony surprised Steve" story.

Resolved (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Okay. He just had to approach it like a mission. Objective: Kiss Tony Stark at midnight.

Smooth Like Velvet (ao3) - Rubick sam/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Steve hummed, taking a step back. “Sam is not going to know what hit him when he sees you.”

Bucky’s pulse spiked as he frowned at Steve. “What—What are you talking about? Why would I care what Sam thinks?”

Steve chuckled and looked at him the way Bucky had seen him look at Tony way too often—with a mixture of frustration and fondness. “Come on, Buck. You don’t have to hide it with me.”

~~~

It’s the Stark annual NYE bash, Bucky’s in a tux, and he’s not staring at Sam across the dance floor.

He’s totally not.

Starlight Wishes (ao3) - xxDustNight88 bucky/darcy T, 2k

Summary: New Year's Eve is a time for making resolutions, or wishing on shooting stars in Bucky's case. It just so happens that his wish for a fruitful New Year comes in the form of one Darcy Lewis. Luckily, she doesn't seem to mind…

Ten Ladies Dancing (ao3) - JulietsEmoPhase peggy/angie T, 1k

Summary: Peggy has a lot of work to do, but it's New Year's Eve, and Angie wants to go and have some fun.

Set after season one, very minor spoilers, no smut.

Three, Two, One (ao3) - SailorChibi tony/stephen T, 2k

Summary: Tony throws a New Year's Eve party to help Peter save face, never expecting that he'll receive a kiss of his own from his crush at midnight.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (ao3) - PlayItRight yelena/kate T, 8k

Summary: After the craziest Christmas of Kate Bishop's life, she's back home and ready to relax for the end of the year. But when Kate receives a text from a mysterious yet familiar unknown number, will New Year's really be relaxing?

what it is to be possible (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool) steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: When a reporter shouts, "How long have you two been together?" Steve doesn't expect Bucky to shout back, "Since 1934."

when the clock strikes twelve (ao3) - skylarkblue yelena/kate T, 3k

Summary: After Kate gets back from Christmas with the Bartons, she and Yelena finally go for that drink.

whose arms will hold you (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky G, 10k

Summary: Steve needs a ride home for Christmas. Bucky needs a passenger.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #newyears #new years masterlist

[earth-ambassador-jim]

Lost Souls: Story 13

Judging a Book by its Cover

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his  sleep. He decides  that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance  and kidnaps the young  James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter  as early as possible.

Barbara  is  determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her  efforts  to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to  her in  a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society  of  shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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GDT Arcane Books is a small store on the main street of Arcadia. The space it now occupies has been empty for as long as Toby can remember.

The sunshine is bright and the air warm as he and Darci linger in front of it.

“So ready to enter a world of mystery and magic?” He asks her in a dramatic wavering tone.

He wiggles his fingers and eyebrows for emphasis.

Darci giggles at his theatrics and then holds her arm over her nose as if she’s hiding behind a cape.

“After you, my dark lord,” She says using a terrible Dracula accent.

“Now now!” Toby tries to sound business like. “We’re looking for wizards here not vampires.”

“You’re no fun,” Darci says poking him in the side.

Toby chokes on the laugh he’s been holding in.

“Hey not the sides! You know I’m ticklish.”

Darci smirks.

Sensing danger Toby quickly darts into the relative safety of the store.

He pauses upon entering, eyes struggling to adjust to the dark interior. The store is two stories joined by dark wooden spiral staircase. Not an inch of the walls is visible through the shelves. They overflow with a multitude of books of all kinds. Strange knick-knacks and oddities flicker and peer from any space between the books. The few plants cluster around the window vying for the little natural light.

“Woah.”

Toby is somehow shocked to not see dust covering everything. How did they get all of this in here so quickly?

“Yeah,” Darci agrees in a hushed voice coming in behind him.

“Welcome to GDT Arcane Books.” Says an accented voice from behind them. “We have all your magical and mystical needs. Anything I can help you with?”

Toby jumps a little and turns around.

To the left of the door is a desk and behind that desk is a darkhaired teen who looks like maybe a highschool senior or a college freshman. A black cat with a strange white marking on its chest is perched on his shoulders.

Toby sputters for a moment before Darci takes over.

“Hello...” She pauses and her eyes scan the cashier’s name badge. “Douxie. Do you have anything about Merlin?”

“Hmmm,” Douxie taps his chin and the cat climbs across his back to his other shoulder. It squints at them through eerie gold eyes before settling to washing its face with a paw. Toby realizes with a start that the cashier’s eyes are same color as the cat’s.

“We have quite a few. Are you looking for novels, mythology, legends, theories, or poetry?”

“Mythology, legends and theories would be good,” Darcie says.

“Ah! Are you doing some research?”

She nods.

“In that case you will want to go to the second level, back of the last shelf. Would you like me to show you?”

“No. We’re good,” Toby quickly cuts in.

“Okay, let me know if you change your minds.”

The bookstore has an incredible variety of books from trashy vampire romance novels with oil paintings of shirtless men on the cover to large volumes that look like they were unearthed from the runes of a castle to what appear to be academic textbooks. If someone had told Toby that this shop had literally every book relating to magic he would have believed them.

The two of them make their way upstairs. Toby has to keep himself from drooling of the wicked awesome crystals that were displayed all over. Does he have plenty of amethysts and emeralds? Sure. Would he take more? Heck yeah! Anyway these ones just have a gleam to them that draws him in.

They reach the shelf and by unspoken agreement Darci starts on the right side and Toby on the left. They slowly work their way in pulling out books at random and leafing through them.

Eventually Darci finds a book comparing different narratives of King Arthur and Toby a book about the origins of Merlin. It doesn’t seem like enough so they move to the shelves on the back wall that are labeled “Magic”. If magic is real –and they are certain it was- they need to know what they are up against and how to fight it.

“What about this one?” Darci says finally.

Toby comes over to look at the book she is holding.

“An Introduction to Basic Magic and Wizardry,” The title reads.

Toby snorts.

“Sounds like a textbook,” Toby says.

They open it and peruse the table of contents. There are sections labeled things like:

“The Evolution of Magic”, “The Where and When of Beginning Practicing the Mystic arts”,  and “Who’s Who: the Different Types of People that Use Magic and What Sets Them Apart.”

Toby stares at it for along moment and finally says:

“This really sounds like something Strickler would assign us.”

Darci hums.

“Right?” She tucked it under her arm. “I’m going to buy this one… If I can afford it… There isn’t a price tag. What kind of store doesn’t have price tags?”

Toby shrugs.

“I’m look just a little more.”

“Okay. I’m heading down to see what this costs.”

Toby is left alone in the top floor of the book store. It isn’t too bad as far as bookstores go, he decides. Maybe it’s the timeless feel. New books and old books live here side by side. He feels like if he stays here a thousand years might pass on the outside or maybe just 5 seconds. (Perhaps if he digs deep enough he could even find the things he’s lost.)

Finally, at the bottom of the shelf, a worn leather-bound volume catches his eye. Toby carefully pulls it out and examines it. It’s called “A Treatise on Trollish Geology.” It’s written by someone named Dictatious Galadrigal which is one of the weirdest names ever. And the translator’s name is just as strange. The title sounds super dry and boring but when he opens it the pictures are vibrant and draw him in. Beautiful gems the likes of which he’s never seen before. Even if it’s probably fantasy he wants to read it.

He tucks the book under his arm but rather than making his way down the stairs he hesitates. He peers over the railing and sees that Darci is happily petting the cashier’s cat. He has some time then. He wanders along the shelves peering at strange knick knacks and oddities. He’s half gawking, half looking for something. What he’s looking for he isn’t sure.

“Toby?” Darci’s calling him.

He starts toward the stairs. He pauses and glances back for a moment before making his way down.

“Ah… A Treatise on Trollish Geology,” The cashier says. “Haven’t read that one myself. I do need to let you know that book isn’t for sale. It’s actually a rental. Is that okay?”

Toby blinks but nods.

“How much is it to rent?”

“It will be eleven dollars a month plus a deposit that you will get back after you return the book in good condition. I will also need you to fill out a slip with your name and address.”

“Okay.” He actually doesn’t mind coming back. He can’t say why but he still can’t shake the feeling there is something here he’s supposed to find.

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The bell rings as the duo exits the store. Douxie and Archie watch for a moment, waiting to see if they would come back in. They don’t.

Archie hops down from Douxie’s shoulder and puts his glasses on.

“An odd duo, don’t you say?”

“Yeah,” Douxie says with a frown. “Did you notice anything?”

“Well the short one lives with a lot of cats,” Archie says, tail flicking. “Two males and three females. One of them is…”

“Anything magic related. They were able to pick out those books so they must have some ties to the magic world.”

“Mmmm… Yes... but it’s faint. They both have potential but in different areas.”

Douxie nods.

“We’ll keep an eye on them then. We could certainly use more wizards in Arcadia. We’ve barely set up and there’s already more odd stuff than anywhere else we’ve lived.”

“Indeed,” Archie says. “They are a bit young to be helping out, however.”

“I know… perhaps in the future.” Douxie moves out from behind the counter and starts to work on stacking more books. He chuckles. “I’m always tempted to give out some random personal trivia fact about Merlin whenever people look for books on Arthurian Mythology.”

Archie sighs.

“Well for the sake of our continued secrecy I am glad you are showing restraint.”

Douxie eyes him curiously.

“Are you sure there are changelings in Arcadia?”

“There is a Trollmarket,” Archie says matter-of-factly. “Where there is a Trollmarket there is bound to be at least a handful of changelings monitoring it. Trolls are nowhere near as sneaky as they think they are and it is to the benefit of changelings that no one knows about trolls.”

“True.”

Just then the bell rings at the front door. Archie puts his glasses away and shifts to all fours before jumping back up to Douxie’s shoulder.

“Welcome to GDT Arcane Books,” Douxie says as he emerges from behind the shelves to greet the customer. “We have all your magical and mystical needs. What can I help you with?”

The customer who just walked in is a tall red-haired woman. She has a lined and worn face but the sharp blue eyes that watch him from behind a pair of glasses are calculating.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Archie sniff the air and then bristle.

Fortunately spending a few centuries doing customer service does wonders for one’s poker face, so Douxie keeps an easy and relaxed smile on his face.

“I just wanted to come in, since you are new in town,” She says, turning in a slow circle. “This is a very nice store.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” Douxie asks.

He would really like a clue on her motives.

“Probably nothing that you have,” She evades with a chuckle. “So I’ll wander around a little.”

“Of course! Let me know if you need anything… Mrs..?”

“You may call me Dr. Lake,” She says.

Interesting phrasing there. Archie’s tail tightens around his neck.

“I go by Douxie,” He responds with an easy smile.

Dr. Lake nods and then strolls off into the shelves.

Once she is out of sight Archie and Douxie exchange a glance. The cat hops off his shoulder and then to the floor behind the desk. A moment later, Douxie spots a small black fly buzzing in the direction Dr. Lake had gone.

Douxie debates finding an excuse to work on the shelves in the area Dr. Lake is but decides against it. It’s better to let Archie do the spying.

A half hour passes before the woman leaves the store. She doesn’t purchase anything but she does ask about their rental system so Douxie suspects she might be planning to come back.

As soon as she’s gone, Archie buzzes back to the desk and transforms back into a cat.

“So,” Douxie says. “What’s got your hair up on end? Find out anything interesting.”

“Maybe, but most importantly, I’m sensing traces of Morganna’s magic from her.”

Douxie stills, the book slipping from his suddenly nerveless hand.

“Like possession-type or…”

“I don’t think it’s a possession,” Archie says. “But we should definitely find out all we can.”

“Did you see any themes in the books she was looking at?”

“A lot of stuff about the fair folk, a few books about basic magic, one about theories on the ties between language and the invocation of spells.”

“Hmmm.” Douxie taps his chin. “An interesting set. What do you think she’s up to?”

“Sounds like a deal gone bad to me,” Archie says. “That or she’s learning to use Their magic. Or she’s made a deal with one of Them and is preparing for interactions with others. It’s hard to say with how little we know.”

Douxie sighs.

“Why does Morganna have to crop up again? Can’t we be done with her?”

Archie rubs his head on Douxie’s chest.

“We knew she wasn’t really gone. Those with the Old Blood do not die easily. Even if they are part human.”

“I know,” Douxie says.

Absently he rubs at his wrist. His nails lightly scratch the shiny raised patch of skin peeking out from under his bracer. Archie places his head over the scar and Douxie starts stroking him instead.

“So what do you think we should do?”

“What we have been doing,” Archie says.

“Keep watching and waiting?”

Archie nods.

Douxie sighs. Sometimes being a wizard is not all that it’s cracked up to be.

#Trollhunters #Tales of Arcadia #Lost Souls #Trollhunters Fanfiction #Child Champion AU #Douxie #hisirdoux casperan #TOA Archie #Darcie Scott #toby domzalski #tobias domzalski #Barbara Lake #my writing #my posts #my aus #The Best Wizard is on the scene!!!

[justfandomwritings]

Fanfiction Recommendations Masterlist

Fandoms I-Z

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba/OC

The Wrong Room: complete; Rated M; Rafael Barba is on vacation with some old friends

Mi Vida: in progress, explicit, Rafael Barba finds love in a rather unexpected place with a rather unexpected person

Recovery: complete; Rated M; Hattie goes from councelor to victim and Barba is there to help her find herself again.

The Other Half of my Soul: Rated E; Barba and his girlfriend have a lot of work to put in

Little Women

Laurie/Amy

my lord, my lady: Rated E; complete; Laurie has an affinity for the title, but only when Amy uses it.

Mrs. Laurence: Rated E; complete; Laurie and Amy get married in a cute little ceremony.

Lost in Translation: Rated E; complete; Amy maaaay have overreacted a bit.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/OC

If I Could Bring You Back Home: complete; oneshot; Rated M; she’s moved on from Bucky, but it hasn’t gone well.

Friends to Lovers to Complete and Utter Idiots: complete; Rated M; the title sort of explains it all, they’re friends; then they’re lovers; then they’re idiots.

Now We’re Even: complete; oneshot; Rated M; Bucky runs into the next to last person he expected to see in this bar, but it works out for the best.

Haven: complete; Rated M; a nameless man shows up on Iris’s doorstep holding out her ad.

These Ties That Bind: complete; Rated G; soulmates were long gone by the time she get her mark

Loki/OC

Music Maker: complete; oneshot; Rated M; a girl held captive on Asgard finds a kindred spirit in Loki (The best Marvel oneshot I’ve ever read)

After the Fall: complete; Rated M; After he falls in Thor, Loki runs to the only person he wants to see in his time of need. Has a worthy, well written, incomplete sequel; spin off; and one shot

Peter Parker/OC

Goddamn It Peter: in progress; Rated E; Reader gets accepted to their dream college and finds out Peter Parker is her roommate.

Catch and Release: in progress; Rated T; After Spider-Man No Way Home, Peter isn’t sure he’ll ever find his MJ

It All Leads to You: in progress; Rated M; you save a cat, and Peter saves you.

Me Before You

Will/Lou

This Time Around: complete; oneshot; Rated M; a fix-it fanfiction of everything wrong with that romance

MurderBot Diaries

A.R.T./OC

Squish: complete; Rated E; Murderbot accidentally binds to a CSU's handler. It doesn't want to be a pet bot's handler.

Once Upon A Time

Peter Pan/OC

Say You’ll Remember: complete; rated T; Kidnapped with Henry and taken to Neverland, she’s found by an old flame

No One Escapes: complete; rated T; she owes Rumple a debt, a debt she plans to repay by finding Baelfire, which she does… sort of.

Felix/OC

Innocence: complete; Rated T; Doomed to be wanted by every man she’s ever met, she escapes to Neverland.

Pirate of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow/OC

A Pirate’s Life For Me: in progress; Rated T; Elizabeth’s twin sister may look like her, but they are very different people. Except for their fascination with the sea.

Pride and Prejudice

Mr. Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet

Passion at Pemberly: in progress, explicit, post-book/movie scenes from the marriage of Darcy and Elizabeth.

Curiosity: complete, explicit, Elizabeth stumbles upon Darcy in a compromising position.

A Little More Time At Pemberly: complete; Rated E; What if Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth had a little more time together at Pemberley before news of Lydia’s elopement reached them?

Primeval

Becker/Jess

Just Pretend: complete; Rated T; Becker asks for Jess’s help dealing with his family, and it slowly descends into romantic comedy gold.

A Future Move: complete; one shot; Rated K; an anomaly opens in the ARC and shows the team a glimpse of their future.

Blast From the Past: complete; one shot; Rated T; Becker stumbles upon a familiar 10 year old in need of his help

Concussion: complete; Rated M; Becker has to stay awake, and Jess says some rather suggestive things to keep him up.

Distractions: complete; Rated T; Jess ends up in the line of fire, and Becker has to confront his feelings.

Into the Woods: complete; one shot; Rated T; Jess goes with the team on a mission, and Becker isn’t happy about it.

Control: complete; Rated M; Becker needs Jess, not that he can ask for her to help him with this of all things.

Head of Security Saving the Field Coordinator: complete; Rated T; Becker wants to get drunk, but this jerk in the bar won’t leave a girl alone

Queen’s Gambit

Benny Watts/OC

Meet You There: in progress; rated T; she travels to chess tournaments to support her cousin even though she knows nothing about it, till she finds someone to explain it.

Sherlock

Mycroft/OC

International Relations: complete; Rated M; Mycroft runs into a woman in a bar, and she is definitely not a goldfish.

Mycroft’s Woman: complete; oneshot; Rated T; Mycroft has met his match

His Match: complete; Rated T; Mycroft finds himself kidnapped with a beautiful, intelligent woman

Stargate

John /Jennifer

Fancy Alien Elevators Can Be Dangerous: complete; Rated M; John and Jennifer get caught in a fancy alien elevator.

John/ OC

One Night: complete; Rated M; A one night vacation from work on Atlantis turns into more

Ronon/Jennifer

The Storm: complete; oneshot; Rated K; A rescue mission turns complicated when the storm strikes early

Ronon/OC

To Run or To Hide: complete; Rated M; Ronon’s been on the run for a while when he meets a woman with a lot in common with him.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington/OC

Lawful Good: complete; Not Rated; Dustin’s sister Lottie gets roped into his and his friends problems in Stranger Things Season 2 and meets Steve along the way.

I Want You To Show Me: complete; oneshot; Rated E; Steve finds the reader in her personal spot after the Snow Ball

Terra Nova

Maddy/Reynolds

The Reality of Denial: complete; Rated T; Reynolds is in denial

Snapshots of Mark and Maddy: complete; Rated T; a series of oneshots from Mark and Maddy’s marriage in Terra Nova

Missed Conversations and Love Declarations: complete; oneshot; Rated K; after he’s wounded, Maddy waits for Mark to wake up at his bedside.

Top Gun Maverick

Hangman/OC

Top Fuck: in progress, Rated E, Some locals near the Hard Deck start a bit of a competition with the unwitting Top Gun pilots.

Twilight

Demetri/OC

Hide and Seek: complete; Rated T; Demetri falls in love with a woman he can’t seem to catch.

Fate’s Decision: complete; oneshot; Rated T; Demetri life changes when he goes back to check on a coven he spared.

Marcus/OC

The Psychic: in progress; Rated M; Aro finally finds his Psychic, but Marcus finds something more.

Jasper/OC

Carpe Diem: In Progress; Rated M but current chapters are only worth of T; Jasper finally finds his real mate in the course of New Moon.

Major Issues: In Progress; not rated; Jasper encounters a girl in the school library. Struggling with his self-control, he manages not to kill her by talking to her and reminding himself to not think of her as prey, but as a person.

Sam/Emily

Always the Quiet Ones: complete; oneshot; Rated M; an alternate universe where Sam and Emily meet under more desirable circumstances

Seth/OC

Imprinting Has Advantages: complete; Rated M; a collection of oneshots of Seth’s life with his mate

Jared/Kim

You Belong to Me: complete; Rated M; Jared’s first day back at school has an unexpected result

Vampire Diaries

Kol/OC

Dream A Little Dream of Me: in progress; Rated M; Elena’s sister finds herself dreaming of a man who she can’t see the face of but who is clearly about to become a very important part of her life.

Tyler/OC

Dances With Wolves: complete; Rated M; in rural Virginia, Tyler runs into a woman in need of his help

Witcher

Jaskier/OC

Soul of a Warrior: complete; Rated M; Nissa is sick of her monotonous life in her small, boring town when a witcher and a bard arrive.

[underestimated-heroine]

My 10th reference post

*note: partway through making this post is when links became "at.tumblr.com" 😡😡😡*

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Good writing masterpost

Cat wants owner to watch them drink water tiktok

TERF “it’s called biology retard” skulls

Fantasy-defying paintings

“We are Tumblr”

Baseball praying mantis ratatouille

Judgment Day by EC comics

KJ Applegate’s letter as a “murderer and child abuser”

On finding yourself through characters

Another writing ref post

People who need help need impersonal options

30-50 feral hogs

Stimming post

Don’t gays have a power bottom thing

The National Archives and Trump

Taylor Swift Jet White Hoe Post

Oldest undeleted post on Tumblr

Astronaut staring into nebula with the face of God

Taylor Swift Jet Contextualization

Mt. Everest Fiasco

Super Mario bro fanfic resume story

Those who think they’re above riddles

We don’t have the consent of the characters

Okay well…the tension she’s carrying isn’t going to bring him back lol

Art with built-in obsolescence

TikTok arm tattoo SPN

TikTok water guitar kid

Stop caring about celebrities

Fruit by the Foot Insults

TikTok Christian lady asking if they’re lesbians

The Shirley Exception

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“why would you not want your alpha to mark you?” foul discourse

Can the police legally lie to you tiktok

Learn to read Korean in 15 mins

Firefighter who said “fuck cops” video

She’s just doing it for attention

33 hard-won lessons

Civility in US politics

I know Victoria’s Secret Flashmob and history

Damn Darcy is having a meltdown

Ahahaha classic tim raptorific

Off to read fanfiction! I am done reading fanfiction.

Back when you could edit posts

Online surveillance

John Green Cock Post

Shrek 2 trivia

How ffnet used to be

Pinecone dice TikTok cat won’t stop meowing

Incomprehensible SNL sketch shoot each other

Spiderman fan art

Fucked up Blaire witch Scooby Doo episode

Twilight Zone Emmet Till’s death quote on writing

Emergency service lynx tiktok

Tumblr users when a character makes bad choices

Reddit post girlfriend asked him to stop playing song

Black hole remix

Why movies aren’t like they were in the 1970s

she’s just a thot tiktok

Yo snooty mcsnotwhine world heritage post

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[jasminewalkerauthor]

Trope chats: Grumpy x sunshine

In the realm of storytelling, character dynamics play a crucial role in capturing audience attention and evoking emotional resonance. One such trope that has gained popularity is the "Grumpy x Sunshine" dynamic, a narrative device that pairs a gruff, cynical, or reserved character with an optimistic, cheerful, and often effervescent counterpart. This essay delves into the evolution of the Grumpy x Sunshine trope, explores its enduring appeal, and examines the impact it has on societal perceptions and the media world.

The roots of the Grumpy x Sunshine trope can be traced through literary history, finding echoes in classic tales where contrasting personalities provided a dynamic backdrop for character development. However, the trope gained prominence in the 20th and 21st centuries as storytelling embraced more nuanced characterizations and explored the complexities of human relationships.

Literary Origins: Classic literature often featured pairs with opposing temperaments, such as the stoic Mr. Darcy and lively Elizabeth Bennet in Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice." These early instances laid the foundation for the evolving dynamic between grumpy and sunshine characters.

Contemporary Television and Film: The Grumpy x Sunshine trope found renewed vigor in television and film, particularly in romantic comedies and dramas. Iconic duos like Mulder and Scully from "The X-Files" or Ron Swanson and Leslie Knope from "Parks and Recreation" exemplify the trope's emergence in modern storytelling.

The enduring appeal of the Grumpy x Sunshine trope lies in its ability to create a captivating tension between opposites, offering a dynamic narrative that explores not only romance but also friendship and personal growth.

Dynamic Character Interplay: The contrast between a grumpy character, often harboring a jaded worldview, and a sunshine character, radiating optimism, creates a dynamic interplay that engages the audience. The tension between their personalities often serves as a driving force for the narrative.

Emotional Resonance: The trope resonates with audiences on an emotional level as it mirrors real-life dynamics. Viewers relate to the idea that individuals with differing outlooks and attitudes can complement each other, offering a sense of balance and emotional fulfillment.

The Grumpy x Sunshine trope has implications beyond the realm of fiction, influencing societal perceptions and expectations in relationships and interpersonal dynamics.

Realism and Balance: The trope encourages the recognition that a healthy relationship involves a balance of perspectives. It challenges stereotypes by illustrating that opposites can attract and, in fact, contribute to each other's personal growth.

Media Representation: The trope has played a role in diversifying media representation by breaking away from traditional character archetypes. Grumpy and sunshine characters can be of any gender, age, or background, contributing to a more inclusive and relatable portrayal of relationships.

IV. Impact on the Media World:

The Grumpy x Sunshine trope has left an indelible mark on the media landscape, influencing storytelling across various platforms and genres.

Genre Diversification: The trope has permeated various genres, from romantic comedies to action films, showcasing its versatility and adaptability to different narrative contexts.

Fan Engagement: Audiences often gravitate towards stories that feature the Grumpy x Sunshine dynamic, leading to increased fan engagement, fanfiction, and online communities dedicated to exploring and celebrating these character dynamics.

The Grumpy x Sunshine trope, born from classic literature and evolved through the dynamics of contemporary storytelling, continues to captivate audiences with its timeless appeal. Beyond the realms of fiction, this trope challenges societal expectations and contributes to a more nuanced understanding of relationships and personal growth. As the media world continues to evolve, the Grumpy x Sunshine dynamic remains a testament to the enduring power of storytelling to reflect, influence, and shape our perceptions of the world and the relationships within it.

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[lemon--squeezy]

Why there isn’t enough content involving Colin Firth’s characters??? I really REALLY need fics of Harry Hart and Mark Darcy cause I’ve read all the ones I could find ugh life isn’t fair

#rambling #vent #fanfiction is dead or what #colin firth #mark darcy #harry hart #kingsman #bridget jones diary #fanfiction #am I going to have to write it myself??? #colin deserves more! 😡 #me angry 😡 #ugh 😡

[toongrrl-blog]

Mark Darcy’s Ex-Wife’s Playlist Part 2

Janine Kishi would like you to know that misogyny and racism are systematic and that we have unchecked biases. Like why assume the first Mrs. Darcy was “cruel-raced” and her only feature to be noted? Especially if she doesn’t get to speak for herself?

The playlist continues on. 

1. “It’s My Life” Jon Bon Jovi.

2. “Your Cheatin’ Heart” Hank Williams.

3. “Guys Do It All The Time” Mindy McCready.

4. “Back to December” Taylor Swift.

5. “These Eyes” The Guess Who.

6. “Go Your Own Way” Fleetwood Mac.

7. “Material Girl” Madonna.

8. “Down From Dover” Dolly Parton.

9. “What’s Love Got To Do With It?” Tina Turner.

10. “Build Me Up Buttercup” The Foundations. 

11. “Passionate Kisses” Mary Chapin Carpenter.

12. “A New Wave” Sleater-Kinney.

13. “So What” Pink

14. “If We Make It Through December” Merle Haggard.

15. “Kern River” Merle Haggard.

16. “You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone” Joan Jett.

17. “Made In Japan” Buck Owens. 

18. “The Legend of Bonnie and Clyde” Merle Haggard. 

19. “Material Girl” Madonna. 

20. “Mama Tried” Merle Haggard.

21. “Poison” Alice Cooper.

22. “That Don’t Impress Me Much” Shania Twain.

23. “All I Ask Of You” Emma Corrin.

24. “The Impression That I Get” The Mighty Mighty Bosstones.

25. “Runaround Sue” Del Shannon.

26. “Hurting Each Other” The Carpenters.

27. “Wedlock is a Padlock” Laura Lee.

28. “Bailamos” Enrique Iglesias.

29. “Little Rock” Reba McEntire.

30. “Stir It Up” Patti Labelle.

31. “Don’t Put Another Dime” The Flirts.

32. “Cold As Ice” Foreigner.

33. “When You Were Mine” Cyndi Lauper. 

34. “Femme Fatale” Nico and the Velvet Underground.

35. “Eagle When She Flies” Dolly Parton.

36. “Rated X” Loretta Lynn.

37. “It’s My Life” The Animals.

38. “Pretty In Pink” The Psychedelic Furs. 

39. “So What” Pink. 

40. “Run For Your Life” Beatles.

41. “It’s My Life” Gwen Stefani.

42. “Gaslighter” The Chicks. 

43. “You Think You’re A Man” Divine.

44. “What do Pretty Girls Do” Tracey McColl. 

45. “Ain’t No Way To Treat A Lady” Helen Reddy.

46. “Cold-Hearted Snake” Paula Abdul.

47. “Invincible” Pat Benatar.

48. “Don’t You Want Me” The Human League.

49. “Hello” Adele.

50. “Exes and Ohs” Elle King. 

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[flashingcursor]

What do you look for in a soulmate AU?

As the title suggests I'm looking for input on soulmate AUs. I've read a bunch of different ones. I liked pretty much all of them, but I am stumped. I have the words I plan to use. I have the pairing (Wintershock ey, I've been promising more of that and failing to which I am very sorry).

But my problem is outside of 1000 word one shots I can't seem to escape the weight of Infinity War, I'm trying to but I keep circling back and the. I get stumped 25k words into tue story as a result. So if I took our intrepid pair out of canon did a straight no powers/soulmate/modern au would that be of interest to readers.

And like I asked in the title what things do you enjoy seeing in the soulmate aus you read. Drop me asks or respond directly I need feedback as I wrestle with this.

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[theburialofstrawberries]

Do you have any fic recs... you seem like a good connoisseur of like, that particular brand of thought-provoking gorgeous writing style holy crap I can’t believe someone wrote this intricate, delicate piece of fiction for free stuff. I don’t even care if it’s like about Pixar Cars I trust your taste fully on this. Asking for a friend.

Boy do I totally have exactly what you asked for. Below are recs largely from fandoms where I have had either zero or minimal engagement with the source material but whose authors I’d trust with my life. In no particular order: 

1. In the spirit of your Pixar Cars joke, this Transformers fic by the peerless astolat that will leave you stunned the robot cars didn’t bone when they are so clearly in love. If you like that one you should read the Victory Condition, same fandom and author; someone correctly commented that its the next Great American Novel and only we on this site will ever know

2. One of my absolute favourite written works ever which I will never stop recommending is The Book of Secrets by Are; Downton Abbey, prickly gay evil butler with a heart of gold, vain handsome footman undergoing a deep crisis of identity. Are introduces psychological complexity and richness to the fairly bland Jimmy character, and as tumblr user maiden once remarked, making good fanfiction for bad tv shows IS the noblest of women’s works, this generation’s Bayeux tapestry. If you like that you should definitely read Hauntsverse (the Enchanted Life of Thomas Barrow has the kind of pacing & action & thematically + narratively satisfying conclusion in its last third that Christopher Nolan dreams of)

3. Also still really like this Rave footballer RPF fic of Christiano Ronaldo and Kaka where Ronaldo is a half-demon and Kaka is a priest. Love a good crisis of faith story. I do not follow football and have no dog in the RPF discourse war but Rave is just a lush brilliant humorous writer 

4. User Fahye literally held the real estate deeds to my ass for the longest time, they’re prolific and have done some excellent work in the Untamed and Yuri on Ice fandoms in particular, but two niche works that deserve to be mentioned: Single Use Weapon, a fealty fic set in a tiny modern day kingdom. Monarch is in love with the childhood friend turned mercenary who must protect his king. And then this enjolras / grantaire fic that I’ve probably outgrown since I don’t have the tolerance for prolonged angst anymore, but when I did, this was the one I kept returning to   

5. Syllic sent me down an entire Merlin/Arthur phase with Three Tasks (if you like this you should check out the rest of their works + astolat’s entire Merlin body of work, Crown of the Summer Court is widely regarded as one of the best fanworks ever ever ever)

6. Some anon very long ago recommended An Ever Fixed Mark, which is a soulmates AU of Pride and Prejudice. The author AMarguerite does some beautiful well-researched world-building here and completely transports you to the regency era, I learned all about the Ton. But importantly this series is juicy and funny and full of heart. It’s also choose your own adventure -- what if Lizzie had ended up with Colonel Fitzwilliam? Or the literal actual Duke of Wellington? Staunch supporters of Mr. Darcy may rest easy seeing as there is a 100K+ story dedicated to Darcy/Lizzie but there’s also two separate what-ifs; the one where Lizzie shacks up with the Duke of Wellington is, for my money, the best 

7. Passion & Profession starring Marcus Aquila of The Eagle (2011) and YES Jamie Bell EXCEPT as St John Rivers from Jane Eyre. Follows St John’s adventures after he sets for Calcutta -- and lives, because he has his big gay awakening with a buff handsome crippled soldier. Beautiful story, St John is a drama queen, really liked the portrayal of British Raj era West Bengal here. As I said, I love a good crisis of faith fic, and the conversation St John has with a cheerful gay reverend near the climax of the fic is one of the favourite back and forths on religion and gay love ever 

8. This fix-it Snowpiercer fic where Yona and Timmy survive and find an underground society....sci-fi levels of intricate and bold world-building  

9. Another fix-it because I’ve recently been obsessed with Avatar where Neytiri is the one chosen by the elder tree to become Toruk Makto and save her people; same author has written a 34K slow burn between Trudy and Grace that I’m dying to read 

10. Some original works that have recently been on my mind: 

For King & Country, I’m following Part 2 of this masterful series with bated breath; insecure mage hates his handsomer more charismatic more talented rival, unaware said rival has been in love with him for aaages. 

This weird short lovely thing where a thief rides across a desert nearly dies and is saved by the mute solar deity whose temple he is about to rob. Love an unexpected story that makes me re-read looking for clues and subtext and details I may have missed 

This horror fic about how a group of people on an online forum for analyzing a Tolkein-like children’s series meet up IRL to discuss the author’s alleged descent into madness and unlock the mystery behind his last seemingly nonsensical book. As you say I cannot believe people write this stuff for free

Hollycomb is a legend and my heart pangs with every re-read of this paranormal coming of age fic....wistful & lovely 

And my bookmarks for further reference. If you end up reading anything from this list let me know!!!!!

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[fic-rec-time]

Things You Learn In the Kitchen at Night by BuzzCat

Marvel Cinematic Universe/Complete/Chapters: 3   Words: 4,159

When Darcy went into the kitchen that night, she didn't expect to meet her platonic soul mate or Tony Stark, let alone have them be one and the same person. // Okay I really like the idea of platonic soulmates, and this is a really nice one.

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[stony-ao3-feed]

Soulmates & Strangers

Read it on AO3

by Juulna

I thought you were a stranger; a friendly stranger, but a stranger all the same. I was looking for my soulmate, and here you sat before me, whispering my name.

Words: 25497, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel 3490, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Marvel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Stark, Background & Cameo Characters, Janet Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Logan (X-Men), Carol Danvers, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Helen Cho (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Avengers Team

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Female Tony Stark, Earth-3490, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Art, Inspired by Fanfiction, (or at least the fic and art are inspired by each other!), Marvel Trumps Hate 2019, Gift Fic, Vignette, A series of vignettes that form a mostly complete fic, i was just really bad at writing the secret identity part, oh yeah, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Philanthropy, Seriously - what would you do with all of tony’s money??, Disabled Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Has Trust Issues, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, He’s too pure for this world, AND MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL????:, Team as Family, Avengers Family, really this is 90 percent done and is essentially a full fic, having a crush on your soulmate who you don’t think is your soulmate, is truly only a skill Steve can master, tony’s level of avoidance is unreal but we knew that already didn’t we, Working Out My Feelings Through Fic, In this case I’m still working out Civil War feels so why not have it ever happen at all, and everything is sunshine and roses except for the angst, Natasha Stark and Natalia Romanova are two different people fyi

Read it on AO3

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[redxblueihateloveyou]

Heyy! Just wanna tell you I love your Harurin/Rinharu stuff, especially your gifs. They give me life, honestly. I have a quick question actually. I notice that in many fanworks and discussions everyone keeps on mentioning the phrase "Don't cry, Rin" as something Haru would say. I'm wondering if that is canon somewhere?

Hi:) Thank you so much, that’s so sweet! Haha well, he did say that in canon, but not in the variation that you mean, I think lol

I just find this kinda funny, that even though he officially has a PTSD after seing Rin cry, and he literally is having nightmares about it for 7 freaking years... And I mean it, not only he literally keeps reliving this scene throughout all the seasons and movies, but it was even the foundation for the main conflict of the new season. And you won’t even believe how many times this scene has been shown, it’s like it’s on his mind every day...

1x02:

1x03:

1x08:

1x10:

Timeless Medley Kizuna:

and the worst one 3x04:

and I think I forgot some, but like seriously, for real, it haunts him day and night since he was 13 (or 14?) till this fucking day! even when he knows for sure that he wasn’t even the reason for his tears! can you imagine??!

...and still all that comes out of his mouth is this lmao:

CLASSIC. Very Mr. Darcy of you, Haru LOL. Loves deep, talks shit.

He also have some variations like “In the pool no one would see your tears, Rin.” (Take Your Marks) and “You’re used to smile like an idiot.” (FrFr) and other stuff like that xD

I mean, I think the worst in all of this is that in my opinion, Haru really did hide this very well, when he got older.. like I would never thought that he’s still at it, even after everything was sorted out in s1. I remember back when I watched it I was like “it shouldn’t be Rei who should pass Rin’s words to him, Rin should’ve said it himself”, but then it was all okay.. well, until it wasn’t. So I’m still really wishing for this thing, I was writing in my one shot to happen, cause I mean, that’d be so nice.

And I know, that now that Rin’s beside him it’ll go away, but it just bugs me, that it can be easily fixed, if only Rin knew that Haru still can’t erase this moment from his head, just cause he got used to blaming himself for 4 years and it just stuck. 

Like it’s not anyone’s fault really, since it’s just a misunderstanding, and to Rin the idea that Haru blamed himself for this was the most unbelievable thing ever. But it’d be really nice, if he canoodled his dolphin so he wouldn’t have this nightmare anymore... so just keep your promise and get in one bed with him Rin. Spoon him, so he forgot all the bad dreams, so he would wake up to your smile and it’ll all go away. Slap Hiyori maybe, that will help, too haha

On the other note, though... can you imagine how much you must love somebody if seeing them hurt hurts you this much? Cause I really can’t. 

So my point is, Rin’s tears.. and I mean, sad tears (cause Rin cries happy tears and all kind of tears a lot haha)... hurt Haru’s heart a lot, so it’s really no surprise, that him saying “don’t cry, Rin” is floating around, especially in the fanfiction.

On the other hand, can you imagine, if Rin found out that Haru cried after he left to Australia? I mean, dude, if someone told him, I can’t imagine what would happen seriously, he would be fucking shocked, hell, he’d probably cry imagining little Haru cry. 

I mean, it’s literally the only time we saw Haru crying in the anime. Besides the tiny bit of his eye in the 2nd season opening. Damn you, Rin. If only he knew how much the dolphin loves him, the dumb-dumb doesn’t even realize.

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