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juniperskye · 4 months

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I’ll do things right this time.

Sneak peek: Bucky and you had been exploring the dynamics of a d/s relationship, only you didn’t do as much research as you should’ve which is how you end up experiencing sub drop. That’s a mistake Bucky won’t let happen again.

Bucky x Avenger! Fem Reader

Smut/Angst/Fluff

Word count: 4170

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Porn with plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up), fingering, oral (female receiving), D/S dynamic, spanking (with a belt), Language, choking, aftercare!, dirty talk? (not degrading, but something), no use of y/n, talk of depression and mental health, subspace, sub drop, Let me know if I missed any.

Not edited - This thought came to me this morning and I had to get it written down. Also I do NOT consent to having my work translated or posted to any other site! That being said I don't own the following images of characters. Enjoy!

Bucky’s hand gripped your throat as he continued to pound into you from behind, placing just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were in pure bliss, not a single coherent thought running through your head, only thoughts of him.

“That’s it doll, take my fucking cock.” Bucky grunted.

You could only whine in response. Your mind had long since emptied and you were left unable to form words. You felt like putty in the hands of your boyfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. You knew this had been good for Buck. The two of you recently exploring your sex life had led to this night where he was truly dominating you for the first time. After having no control in his life for so long, you knew he needed this, to control something, to control you. And you fucking loved it, surrendering yourself to him completely was the greatest experience, especially if it would feel like this every time.

You could feel what had to be your fourth or fifth orgasm approaching, and you were too far gone to even notify Bucky before it came crashing over you.

“Christ, another one. Baby you’re gripping me so ti-ght” Bucky breathed into your ear as he sloppily thrusted into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum doll. I’m gonna fill you up so good.” And with those words he finished, pushing his seed into you as his hips slowed.

He didn’t slip out right away, instead he stayed momentarily as he removed his hand from your throat and pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder. You were so far gone, you’d honestly didn’t even feel it, so when he’d actually slipped out of you and then the bed to retrieve a wet cloth to clean up the mess pooling between your legs, you hissed from not only the sensitivity but the shock.

Bucky threw the cloth into the laundry basket in your bathroom and returned to your bed. As he positioned himself behind you, he let his arm creep around your middle and pull you into him.

“You with me doll?” He questioned.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed as you nuzzled your face into the pillow.

You’d never felt like this before. I mean sure, Bucky has definitely fucked you stupid before, but this was different. It was like your consciousness had left your body and was watching from the other side of the room. It had been so good…so what was this darkness that was starting to creep in?

The morning came quickly, Bucky had been alerted to a meeting. Needing to complete the official debriefing from his latest mission, which left you all alone in your bed. When you stirred and rolled over to find the bed empty on his side, well that was the cool wind that pushed the door open, inviting the darkness in.

Bucky found you curled up in bed like this hours later. He was immediately filled with panic, you never stayed in bed all day, not unless it was by his side. Or if you were feeling particularly down.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He questions.

Your silence only worried him further. Normally if you were going through an episode you’d at least inform him in some way that you didn’t want to talk to him. Why were you being so quiet now? He leaned down to kiss your hairline and whisper to you that he was there if you needed him. It was when two whole days had passed, and he was sure you hadn’t moved, that he became increasingly worried. He’d vented to Steve a bit and ultimately Steve couldn’t offer much advice, this was uncharted territory for him.

It was when Bucky ran into Wanda that he got the idea. If she could just tap into your head and see what was going on, maybe he could make things better. He needed to know if he had caused this, if he was the reason you were lost in the storm of your mind.

“I don’t like to do this without consent of the person Barnes.” Wanda seethed.

“I know, but Wanda she’s your friend and she has been like this for almost three days, and I am worried about her!” Bucky rushed.

“Fine!” Wanda folded.

Bucky watched as the red fog made its way from Wanda’s fingers to your mind. Wanda’s face contorted as she made contact with your thoughts. Bucky couldn’t quite read the expression she was wearing. Wanda let a small smile grace her lips briefly before it turned into a grimace and then a scowl, directed at Bucky.

“You are lucky she is my friend, because that was way too much information.” Wanda cringed.

“So? What is it? What’s wrong with her?” Bucky begs.

“She explained it as sub drop. She had read about it, it’s like when you drop from such a high. It can hit especially bad if there isn’t proper aftercare.” Wanda explained.

Bucky nodded in understanding. He thanked Wanda and apologized for the awkwardness of the situation. He made his way to your laptop to figure out how he could make things better. Unfortunately, it seemed to be very similar to when you were in a depressive episode. He had to reassure you he was there, but ultimately waiting it out was the only option.

It took 36 more hours for you to speak to him again. He was sure he’d imagined it initially, but as you sputtered from the dryness of your throat, he made out your request.

“Water?”

He jumped up so quickly to get you the water and after you’d taken a few sips he had pulled you into his arms and held you tightly for hours.

That was three weeks ago.

“You’re never going to touch me again are you?” You wondered.

You glanced over at Bucky, who was scrolling through his phone. Presumably looking even further into the d/s dynamic you’d started. Since the incident he had expressed that you two wouldn’t engage in a scene until he was sure how to do it safely.

“Doll, I just want to make sure that we’re doing this right. That things are safe and healthy.” He explained.

“But things were safe! It was so good baby, soooo good!” You reassured him.

“You couldn’t see yourself though! I was so fucking scared.” Bucky sat up in bed and looked over to you, tears forming in his eyes. “Sweetheart it was like you were gone. I thought I had lost you. I know how you get when things go dark for a bit, but this was worse. You weren’t even talking, let alone moving or eating.”

Bucky’s explanation had honestly shocked you; you knew it had been bad and that it had shaken him, but you didn’t think it had affected him this much. You were someone who delt with seasonal depression and you were also someone who had highhighs and low lows. Finding out that the darkness you had been feeling and that had ultimately consumed you had in fact been sub drop didn’t exactly come as a shock to you. Given your history it made a lot of sense that you would be more susceptible to it. But hearing how it had messed Bucky up broke your heart and so you’d let him take his time and do the research he wanted to ensure that you could try to avoid it next time around.

You didn’t think that you would have to wait nearly TWO months.

You finally got him to snap at Tony’s annual charity gala. You had all been dressed up and Bucky looked good. You loved it when he wore a suit, Tony had made sure that he had some that were tailored perfectly. You could kiss Tony for that, it had hugged Bucky in all the right places. The problem was, Bucky was purposely not giving you the attention you wanted.

It was time to take matters into your own hands. You’d get his attention one way or another and you’d had a good idea of how to do it.

You made your way over to where Thor was standing at the bar. He was telling stories of his life on Asgard when you’d come up next to him. You wrapped one of your arms around his back and let the other lay on his chest. Thor thought nothing of this, wrapping his arm around your middle, pulling you closer.

From across the room, Bucky was watching you. His jaw clenching, hands balling into fists. He shook his head. He knew what game you were playing, and he couldn’t give in. He needed to wait until things were right. He was honestly scared. He didn’t want to relive what happened last time.

“If you’re just gonna stand there, then I am going to do something about this.” Steve scoffed he couldn’t stand to watch his friend suffer.

He watched as Steve made his way over to you and Thor. Upon his arrival your face lit up, you called out for Steve and threw your arms around him. You let your arms travel the length of his broad back, looking up into Bucky’s eyes. You turned around so your back was now facing Bucky, all the while staying in Steve’s embrace. You whispered seductively into Steve’s ear.

“I just want him to fuck me, that’s all.”

Steve’s face went bright red as he looked down into your eyes. That was it. Bucky had seen enough. He couldn’t let this go on any longer. In seconds, Bucky had made his way across the room and was now dragging you back to your shared room, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out.

“If you’re going to talk shit, can’t you at least say it loud enough for me to hear?” You quipped.

“Jesus. I think you forgot who you’re talking to.” Bucky said turning swiftly, gripping your chin with his metal hand. “You were the one in there parading around and putting your hands all over Steve and Thor. I mean for fucks sake.”

“Okay well maybe I was all over them because you haven’t touched me in months! I am not made of glass! Maybe I should go back out there and see if Thor is interested.” You said, feigning innocence.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Bucky growled. “Our room now. Strip and kneel.”

A shiver of anticipation made its way through your body. You couldn’t be more excited about what was to come. You figured you’d be punished, but it would all be worth it in the end. You were buzzing with excitement, unsure of what to expect as Bucky had been doing research for the past two months leading up to this moment.

You had to push your thoughts aside as you followed his orders, stripping yourself bare and kneeling at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to enter.

“Oh, so you can follow directions.” Bucky’s arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.

As badly as you’d love to snap back at him, you knew it would only piss him off more. So, you kept your mouth shut. You desperately wanted him to touch you. You had been yearning for it, and here it was finally going to happen, burning like a flame ready to consume you both.

“I want you on your hands and knees. Before I can do anything with you, you need to be punished.” His voice was calm as he spoke, making his way to the bench at the end of your bed.

“Yes sir.” You obeyed.

You got yourself into position on the floor in front of him. In his hand he was gripping his belt, you hadn’t even noticed him remove it. The thought alone had sent a rush of slick between your legs. Once you were settled, he ran the edge of the belt down your back, this caused you to jump slightly. The cool leather had been a shock against your heated skin.

“Are you ready doll? You’ll take your punishment silently, understood?” He looked to your face, gauging your every expression.

“Yes sir.” You replied quicky.

“Color?”

“Green.”

With that came the first strike of the belt. It wasn’t hard enough to put you in tears, but it was by surprise which caused you to stumble forward a bit. You could hear Bucky readjust himself as you regained your composure. The second you had righted yourself brought another strike and then another. By the fifth one, a whine slipped from your throat.

“Sorry sir.” Your voice was hoarse.

“See that’s the thing, good girls don’t need to apologize because they do what they’re told.” With that he snapped his belt against your already reddening cheeks.

“I can be your good girl sir.” You pleaded.

“Oh, I know you can be, I just don’t think you want to be. I think you like being a little brat because it leads to this.”

Bucky’s words and tone had gone straight to your core. The research he’d done must’ve been damn good because you were in pure ecstasy. You were dripping down your thighs, so much so, you knew he could see it.

“Alright doll. Five more, and I want you to count them out. Color?” He checked in.

“Yes sir. Green.” You barely got the words out before the belt fell against your skin.

“One.”

Another strike.

“Two.”

Another. This time slightly harder.

“Three.”

The next one was lower, the leather lightly grazing your lips. You couldn’t help the strangled gasp that escaped your mouth.

“Four.”

“Color?” He was quick to check in, worried about the sound you’d released.

“Green.”

“Doll. Color?” He didn’t believe you.

“Green sir. I’m so green.” You could hear the arousal in your own voice.

“Good.” He said as he brought the belt down one final time.

“Five.”

Bucky threw his belt to the side, grabbing you by your elbow pulling you up off the floor. You stumbled a bit, your knees weak from having been on the floor for some time. He looked at you with lust blown eyes. He gripped your face and kissed you with the passion you had been missing these last two months. You two stayed like that a moment, before he finally pulled back.

“Up on the bed, on your back.” He ordered as he began to rid himself of his clothes.

You scrambled up onto the bed, waiting for his next move. Watching him, desperately wanting his touch as he removed his tie and dress shirt. He brought the tie over towards you.

“Arms up sweetheart.” He instructed.

“Bu-” You had to stop yourself.

“No. You sat and had your hands all over Thor and Steve. I think you need to learn that touching is a privilege to be earned.” He said as he pulled your hands up over your head securing them both to the headboard with his silk tie.

This was a new side to Bucky, his tone, how domineering he was being. You could already feel yourself becoming more and more fuzzy. This is better than what you had imagined when you’d first brought up the dom/sub dynamic.

Once your hands we secured, Bucky took a step back, clearly admiring his handywork. He let out a low growl as he made his way back to you, between your legs.

“Christ doll. You’ve made a mess. Who’s got you this wet?” He had a teasing tone.

“You sir! You do!” You wanted nothing more than him to touch you, your body was practically vibrating in anticipation.

He leaned down to your ear, breath hot on your skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to focus on his words.

“That’s right doll. Remember who makes you feel this good.”

He plunged two of his Vibranium fingers into your dripping heat and you let out a strangled cry.

“Bucky!”

This only encouraged his behavior. He sped up the pace of his thrusts, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. You tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to run your fingers through his gorgeous hair. Your hips were lifting up off the mattress, begging for something more. He pressed his pelvis into yours to aide in stilling your movements. His fingers curling up, perfectly grazing that spot inside you. His lips transferred to your other nipple, sure to give it attention before making his way down your body.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge as he attached his lips to your clit. You gasped; his actions having stolen all the air from your lungs.

“Oh my god, yes. Please! I’m gon-I’m so close.” You’d managed to get out.

“Hold it.” Bucky demanded, his eyes gazing up to yours.

“What? I don’t…I don’t think I can.” You and bucky had talked about orgasm denial and truthfully it had been an exciting topic.

“You can and you will, if you want my cock.” He stated, his teeth grazing your clit gently.

He continued working his fingers in and out of your cunt and his tongue against your clit all the while you were doing everything in your power to think of anything but the pleasure you were feeling in hopes to prolong the arrival of your orgasm. This went on for what felt like an eternity before he finally uttered the words.

“Cum now.”

That was all it took for the gush of wetness to release from you and all over his fingers. You cried out, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking from the pleasure. Bucky was sure to stop slowly, not wanting to shock you with an abrupt end to the pleasure before untying your wrists and moving to your next positions.

“You still with me doll?” Bucky asked, gently caressing your face.

“Mmm, yes” you said, attempting to catch your breath.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” He kissed you once more before helping to position you.

Bucky was sat, leaning against the headboard. He pulled you up into his lap, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he lowered you onto his cock, both of you letting out low moans. His hands moved from your hips, his Vibranium hand back to your clit and his flesh hand to your jaw, turning your head.

“Eyes open sweetheart.” He instructed you.

As you opened your eyes you could see that he had positioned you in such a way that you could see everything in your full-length mirror that was sat in the corner of the room.

“I want to see your gorgeous face when you cum on my cock.” He whispered into your ear.

“But wait, what about…” You started.

“Uh-Uh. Baby tonight is about me reminding you who you belong to. Got it?” The way he could read your mind was like pure magic.

“Yes sir.” You obeyed.

His hand turned your face a bit further so he could capture your lips in a kiss, before turning you back toward the mirror then landing around your neck. Bucky applied a bit of pressure there, analyzing your reactions in your reflection. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you nod subtly, your lips ghosting over the word green.

He didn’t need any more reassurance; your consent was the release of the flood gates. Bucky used his hand on your neck as a sort of anchor as he snapped his hips up into your own, his Vibranium fingers working over your clit. Pushing you to the edge, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back this time. Looking at Bucky’s eyes in the mirror once more, he could see the broken plea in your expression.

“Go ahead baby, cum on my cock.” He grunted.

You couldn’t form words or thoughts as your orgasm crashed over you. You felt the pressure in your lower body release along with a wave of wetness around Bucky’s cock. Your breathing was shallow as he continued to fuck up into you, chasing his own release. You could feel him become more ragged, his breaths and his thrusts, he was close, and you couldn’t wait to be filled with him.

“Fuck sweetheart, your pussy is so fucking tight.” He huffed out as he spilled inside you, his seed coating your walls as his hips slowed.

The room was quiet, save for your breaths returning to normal, Bucky’s hands had moved from your clit and your throat to wrap around your middle, hugging you to him as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders. Worry was beginning to consume his as you still hadn’t said anything, and you wore that same fuzzy expression as last time.

“You okay doll?” Bucky asked.

“Mmhmm, I’m good baby.” You mumbled, pulling his hand up so you could lay a kiss against his palm.

“Good, let’s go get you cleaned up.” He released a breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding.

Bucky slid the two of you off the bed, trying to keep the mess to a minimum. When you made it to the edge, he slowly lifted you off of his lap, causing you to whine. He shushed you gently rubbing circles on your hips as he inspected your ass for the damage he had caused. It was red and angry, no broken skin, but there were welts that he knew would hurt for the days to come.

“It’s okay bub, I can’t even feel it.” You muttered, knowing he might be cursing himself for causing you pain.

“You can’t feel it now doll, that’s the adrenaline. But tomorrow they’re going to hurt. Let’s get you in the bath.”

He led you into your bathroom. He started the water, making sure it was nice and warm. Then he went into your cabinets to retrieve the Epsom salt and bubble bath to add to the water. The room started to fill with steam and the scent of lavender. You looked over at Bucky and smiled, he reached for your hand and guided you to sit in front of him in the tub. You let out a sigh of relief as you slid into the hot water, muscles relaxing as you lean back against him.

“That’s it. I’ve got you.” Bucky praised.

“Thank you bub.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. Arms wrapping tighter around your middle.

“I love you baby. Promise you’ll tell me if you start feeling down again?” He says, nuzzling his nose at the base of your neck.

“I love you Buck. And I promise.”

The two of you stay in the bath until the water becomes tepid. Bucky has to rouse you, so you don’t slip down into the water further as he removes himself from behind you. Once freed, he bends down to scoop you out of the tub, settling you on the towel that awaits on the counter. He bundles you up in the warmth of the fabric, drying you off carefully. He looks in your expectant eyes and lets you know he needs to go change the sheets. Unbeknownst to you he had thrown them in the dryer when he went to grab your towels before the bath.

He had been gone for a bit, so you hopped off the counter, making your way to the bedroom only to see him placing a tray on the freshly made bed. On it were two glasses of water, some cut up berries and a piece of buttered toast. Tears sprung to your eyes as you took in the sight.

“Ah, doll, I was going to come and get you!” He explained.

“Sorry bub. This is all so sweet.” You sniffled.

He slowly made his way to you, pulling you into his arms. He kisses the top of your head before removing your towel and pulling one of his t-shirts over your head. He walks the two of you over to the bed and you notice the bottle of wound care on the side table.

“Can you lay on your stomach for me doll?” He pleads.

You nod and do as you’re told, laying down and sliding the t-shirt up to expose your raw skin. Bucky is careful in his movements trying not to agitate the skin any further as he rubs the cream into your skin. He leans down to press a kiss to your hip. He scoots up a bit and moves to your wrists, gently massaging them as well, wanting to ensure they also get attention after having been bound. As he rights your positions to cuddle with one another up at the headboard, he feeds you the snacks he brought and makes a promise to spend the next few days by your side.

“Bub you don’t have to do that.” You explained.

“No doll. I’ll do things right this time.” He promised.

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babyhatesreality · 9 months

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Hey babes! Can you do a stucky mafia little reader where stucky and they reader are out at dinner or shopping and someone tries to attack them? The reader is ok but very shaken. 🥺

Fluff, angst, mentions of shock and doctors 🥺❤️

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Sure thing! And I love you back <3 Thank you for your patience, it means the world to me.

A/N- this is an AU outside of Katie Cat, and outside of my other series. I decided to try my hand at Dark Stucky for this one. This is a stand alone- and I'm excited to play in this sandbox for a minute, so thank you darling nonnie!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Dark!Mafia!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: dark mafia Stucky, f! reader, severe Stockholm syndrome, Stucky both referred to as Daddy, pet names, reader is smaller than Stucky, language, an attack on all three, violence (not towards reader), shock, fear, angst, doctor talk, fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

"Mmmm," you couldn't help but say as you lingered on the last delicious bite of spaghetti. It was so rare that Steve and Bucky had a night away AND could take you out to dinner, that you'd almost forgotten what any other spaghetti other than Steve's tasted like. "It's so good."

"Good girl, you cleaned your plate. I'm proud of you," Steve said, the corner of his lip curling up in that smile that was almost a sneer, but you'd come to understand it meant he was pleased. You giggled and ducked your head, not wanting to admit that his praise in public made you feel all giddy.

"I think we should get the tiramisu to go. It's getting near your bedtime, little one," Bucky said, looking at his expensive diamond-encrusted watch. He chuckled when you pouted. "Now, now. None of that or we don't do this again." You instantly wiped the pout off your face. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually gotten to leave the mansion for a date night with your daddies, and you weren't about to jeopardize that. Seeing the pout gone, Bucky purred. "That's better. Now let's go."

A waitress handed Steve a to-go bag with a large piece of the dessert in it as you all were heading out the door. You were surprised when you realized that neither Steve nor Bucky had paid, and couldn't help but look behind you as you all were exiting. "What's the matter, Princess?" Steve asked, taking a firm hold of your hand. "What's wrong?"

"Don't...don't we have to give monies to the people for making us food?" you whispered, a little afraid that this was going to be one of those questions that got your daddies mad when you asked it. But this was the exact opposite. Steve squeezed your hand a bit, and Bucky quickly took you other hand and kissed it as you all walked down the street to where Sam had parked the car a few blocks away.

"Look at our sweet little girl, Buck, making sure all her people are taken care of," Steve said, grinning at Bucky and then down at you. "Seems like she picked up a thing or two from the business."

"It's okay, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy and I know the people that run this place. They make us food for free, whenever we want," Bucky said, smiling down indulgently at you.

"Oh. That's nice of them!"

"Did you like going to that place?"

"It was...nice. The food was way yummy. There was lots of people there."

"Was that too many people, honey?"

"Um...it's okay. Just not used to anybody but Daddies."

"Well, how about we all go back home and it can be just Daddies again?"

"Yeah!" you cheered, relieved. It was weird being around people again- you weren't sure that you liked it. You hadn't been around that many people since your Daddies saved you from your boring life to make you their Princess. It had taken a long time, but now you couldn't live without them.

The three of you turned into an alley. Normally, it would have terrified you to walk down a place like this, but with both of your daddies holding your hands, you knew you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly, you heard a deep voice behind you. "Stay right where you are. Don't move."

Ignoring the voice's orders, both Bucky and Steve whipped around instantly. Steve forcefully shoved you behind him. Afraid, you buried your face in the back of his jacket and tried not to make a sound. As you did when you were home and their work people came over, you stayed silent, like a good girl does.

"Give me your wallets and no one gets hurt," the voice said, low and gruff. Bucky let out a bark of a laugh as Steve stepped forward.

"Oh, son. You have no idea what you've just done, do you?" Steve said lightly, but you could hear the undercurrent of violence in his tone. You felt Steve's arms shove aside his jacket lapels, but the next thing you knew, Bucky had you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Everything got really loud really fast. You turned your head in terror to make sure Steve was okay, but Bucky forcefully grabbed your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

"Eyes on me, Princess," he commanded, and you obeyed instantly. "Good girl. You remember our codes?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Rabbit hole. Quick like a bunny. Go." He let your chin go and stepped towards Steve, leaving you alone with your orders.

After Steve and Bucky had rescued you and you'd grown accustomed to this new life, they had drilled code words into you in case of situations like this. "Rabbit Hole" and "Quick like a bunny" were codes for find a place to hide as fast as you can, and don't move until they come to get you.

You looked for a safe hiding space, just like Steve had taught you to, and found a slight notch in the brickwork of the alley- just large enough to hold a dumpster. You ran into it as fast as you could, squeezing yourself in between the dumpster and the wall. You huddled down, hands over your ears and eyes squeezed shut, pretending you were a rabbit in a hole, just like they taught you. Your hands over your ears mostly muffled the shouts, the grunts, and the loud bang. Then everything was silent.

After a couple minutes, you felt three taps on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you, smiling. You peeled your hands from your ears just in time to hear him say "Good girl."

You flung yourself into his arms, sobbing and scared. He picked you up, balancing you on his hip, as you cried into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of your head before pulling his phone out and making a call. Less than a minute later, Sam came barreling into the alley. Without a word, Bucky passed you to him and walked towards Steve.

You started crying even more hysterically. "No, Daddy, please don't go!" you wailed, trying to stretch out of Sam's arms to get to them.

"Hey," Steve's voice cut in sternly. You instantly stopped squirming, knowing better than to push Steve when he was angry. Seeing that you were behaving the way he wanted you to, Steve turned his attention back to what was left of the would be attacker. Sam pressed your face into his shoulder so you wouldn't look, and you stayed right there, unable to control your trembling.

A couple phone calls later and the situation was resolved. Your cries had quieted to occasional hiccups, but you were trying your hardest to be quiet and good, just like they wanted you to be. When you felt Steve's strong hands lift you out of Sam's arms though, you turned with lightning speed and latched onto him.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Princess, Daddy is here now," he said in a much softer and more soothing voice that before. You sniffled a little.

"Daddy?" you whispered, looking up at him. He smiled softly at you.

"Hey there, Princess," he said, rubbing his nose against yours. You sighed in relief, and returned the butterfly kiss, before turning your head to look for Bucky. You didn't have to look far- Bucky was right behind Steve, smiling from ear to ear at you.

"Princess, tell Daddy what you just did," Bucky said proudly, lightly punching Steve in the back to get him to listen up.

"Runned to be a rabbit in a hole, like Daddy said to," you explained carefully, wanting to make sure you didn't mess it up. Steve's smug smile grew.

"Yeah? You were in a rabbit hole like Daddy told you to be?" Steve said proudly. "Well, how about that. You must have been a very brave little girl to be such a good bunny when the mean man came." At the mention of the attacker, you began to shake again.

"Shh, it's okay Sweet Cheeks, we're here and the bad man is gone. He didn't hurt us and he can't hurt you," Bucky crooned softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. But you couldn't stop shaking.

"Boss, you want me to call the doctor to come check her out?" Sam asked gruffly, seeing you beginning to tremble again.

"No! No doctor!" you whimpered before burying yourself in Steve's shoulder. You heard a smack and turned your head to see Sam holding the back of his head and looking annoyed, while Bucky stood next to him, fuming.

"Idiot, you know she hates doctors," Bucky hissed at their second in command.

"Sorry, sorry," Sam apologized, before looking at you. "Sorry, Princess."

"Is okay, Sammy. Thank you for...for helping me." You didn't really want to thank Sam for holding you back while your daddies were taking care of their business, but Steve and Bucky were very strict about manners and you knew they would want you to thank Sam. You were rewarded with kisses from the both of them, on either side of your head.

"Good manners, Princess," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's go home. And see? Daddy didn't even let the bad man get our dessert. Let's go watch a movie and eat it before bed, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go out to dinner, hm?"

"I'll do anything you want, as long as I can stay with you and Daddy forever."

"Good girl. That's what we want to hear."

#daddy!bucky #daddy bucky #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky #daddy!steve #daddy steve #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy stucky x little reader #mafia!stucky #mafia!stucky x little reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy bucky x little reader

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦C.o.D Call Sign Inspo✦

(I've been having a bad writer's block, but, I do have some mini ideas that I can't flesh out. But, I know some people struggle with names/concepts for Y/N's/Characters. So! I'm giving them out for free in hopes it'll inspire something in someone so they don't go to waste!)

✧Somno; Gender Neutral. A y/n that's main trait is being a hyper insomniac. To the point they always seem tired, constantly consuming caffine, etc. But even if they're falling asleep where they're standing, they have incredibly fast reflexes. Could lead to some funny scenarios of finding them asleep in weird places, or, a cute concept (them only being able to sleep when they feel completely safe; ie: with one of the c.o.d characters)

✧Mama; Feminine. Pretty on the nose, but it could also be translated into a different language to match a country of origin. The concept is basically just...an aggressively maternal lieutenant/captain. Because I feel we don't have enough strong MILF's in this world, let alone in this fandom. This could also be used platonically because 141 specifically could use a mom type. Ghost & Gaz specifically.

✧Saint; Gender Neutral. Can be used for a character that's incredibly self sacrificing. Which would make for good fluff & good angst, plus, I think a lot of us can relate to feeling. Partially inspired by a random line I thought of - "If I die protecting you, that's far less frightening than you being gone when I could've protected you. Dying once for you is a peaceful passing, rather than dying every day you're not with me."

✧Salvadora/Salvador; Fem or Masc. Disclaimer; when I had this idea I imagined a woman. An alternative to the cartel story line in Las Almas. Y/N runs a civilian resistance against the cartel and has commandeered a village to keep citizens safe. It's basically a paradise in the crime ridden city. They've been providing sneaky support for Alejandro's men. (Honestly, this concept is pretty specific, and more detailed, and I might break it down more/write it on my own if possible)

✧Copycat/Mimic; Gender Neutral. A y/n that's incredibly skilled at mimicking voices. Whether in different accents or actual voices.

✧Mirage; Gender Neutral. Disclaimer; I imagined this also as a woman because I like powerful ladies. Similar to the one above but instead of just voices, they're just great at disguises in general & particularly sneaky. Like they "fade out of existence" if you look away at the wrong time.

✧Lynx; Gender Neutral. For a small, deceivingly cute looking character that's actually super deadly and quick. Do not trust the toe beans.

✧Nessie; Gender Neutral-Fem Lean. Pretty self explanatory. A character that's illusive and great in water. Bonus points for Scottish rep.

✧Sparks/Fuse; Gender Neutral. Just a fuckin' pyromaniac that can make their own bombs, super impressive and intricate ones. Thought of a scene where they're all in the heat of battle, low on ammo, and Y/N brings up randomly that they were a troublesome teen who almost had a criminal record. Price asks what the charge was and they just light something that doesn't look at all like a bomb, with a giant grin. "It was arson!!" And then they throw a fuckin' devastating bomb.

✧Iris; Gender Neutral. A character known for a very intense/intimidating stare. Inspired by those clips of people losing to Angelina Joline's femme fatal stare. Also, them being able to read a shocking amount about a person purely through eye contact.

✧Sage/Blister/Morphine/Plaster; Gender Neutral. All names for a potential medic!Y/N. (Plaster, for us Americans, is a word for bandaid in the UK. I know y'all prolly know that but just in case)

✧Bee; Gender Neutral. For a Y/N that's visibly smaller than those around them but packs a real hard punch. Also good if they're particularly good at physical combat. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

✧Sugarcube/Honey/Cupcake; Gender Neutral-Masc Lean. I think the idea of a big buff, visibly masculine, intimidating dude being named something like 'sugarcube' is super funny.

✧Lasso/Big Mac/Stallion; Masculine. Isn't it obvious? Big cowboy man who's aggressively American even if he's actually been a UK citizen for years.

✧Bessie/Cowgirl/Chick; Feminine. Once again, aggressively southern Y/N. But, for fem!y/ns.

✧Tex/Stars/Anthem; Gender Neutral. See above, but this time, neutral. Cause I'm about equality in this bitch.

✧Cobra/Mamba; Gender Neutral. For a y/n that specializes in poisons to kill enemies, as well as a character with any association with snakes. Could be interesting for Ghost to hear.

✧Doll/Dolly; Feminine. A more "spy type" for the classic femme fatal who gets intel through allure. If you've seen my two fic concept posts, this is the call sign I'd give to the Y/N in Price's concept.

✧Tech; Gender Neutral. Pretty basic, a character that's particularly tech-y. Good with computers and hacking.

✧Bunny/Hare; Gender Neutral. For a y/n that's small, but super fast & alert. Bonus if they got Hinata jumping powers.

✧Clover/Shamrock; Gender Neutral. Irish rep. Use this for a Y/N that is somehow the luckiest unlucky person ever. Constantly ending up in situations that are stressful/intense but making it out with barely a scratch. Can add some dissonance if they actually hate this call sign because it's not luck that gets them out of these situations, and instead is there skill.

#call of duty mwii #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #writing prompt #writing inspo #call of duty x y/n #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x fem reader #call of duty x gn reader #gender neutral reader #cod x male reader #cod x female reader #cod x gn reader #male reader #female reader

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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Worries And Kisses

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alejandro comes home to you after a long mission only to be ambushed with your worries and kisses.

Warning: War, minor injuries, kissing, crying, established relationship, suggestive kinda stuff..., Alejandro is a bit horny ngl, a bit of angst but not really? Its mostly all good

A/N: I cannot believe how underrated Alejandro is... like on God I know that man is packing under those jeans and I'm willing to take it all 😩 (Italic font is flashback/memory)

(Sorry if I got any Spanish translations wrong, I'm not fluent in the language and I don't speak it so please lmk if google translate did me wrong)

You lost count of when the last time you've seen your husband, his absence was strong around you. Without his touch or sexy voice the house fell into a deafening silence with no one to fulfil that space, no pet or child only your mind to cope while he was gone. The last time you spoke to him was three weeks ago, his voice still repeating in your head as you try to fulfil your time day to day with chores. Cooking was too hard, sometimes you imagine his hands around your waist and his husky voice tickling your neck only it was your hands hugging yourself into your crying state.

Alejandro was the only one who could make you feel the way you do, waking up beside him was a blessing, his protective hold on you was warm and comforting. His morning voice was croaky and dark, mumbling sweet nothings while he pressed a bunch of kisses into your bare neck as you tried to plead against him. But now your mornings were spent struggling to wake up, taking in the empty space beside you as you tried to take up as much space as possible. Filling up with that your husband used to lay.

Not even showering felt normal, and instead, you only stand in one place while you slowly wash your hair missing your time in the shower with your husband.

"Stop Alejandro" You laughed, trying to use his full name to sound angry but he couldn't take you seriously as he had just sprayed a bunch of soap all over your body. Bubbles sticking and sliding down your thighs and stomach as he couldn't help but silently laugh. "lo siento mi amor" He said breathlessly but you just gave him a blank stare, stepping back before he trapped you between the shower walls. The crystal-clear water drops hit his muscular back as they rolled down, he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he began to kiss your shoulder blades. Innocently and slowly going lower as you tried to push him away, his strong embrace was too hard and you suddenly felt his lips wrap around your nipple.

♡ ♡ ♡

You had just got changed into some working clothes as you were hopefully going to have the chance to go out and about, your shared room was already clean and the rest of the house was too. A chemical smell lightened the air, lingering above the candles that you lit previously. You were about to step out of your bedroom door when you heard a loud sound, an echoing slam from down the hall, which instantly alerted you. Normally Alejandro would warn you from time and time again about feeling worried that someone would find you eventually through him but you never thought out of all days it would be this one.

Your eyes were now only poking through the little gap of the semi-closed door, your heart thumping out of your chest loud enough to alert the stranger. Your hot breath came out unsteadily and scared, your hands balled into a fist as if you thought you could protect yourself only knowing some of Alejandro's tactics.

The sound of thick boots got louder, thumping up the hallway until you realised that they were just down a few doors, they stopped at some doors to push them open and moved on once they saw no one was inside. The footsteps marched closer, getting quicker as if they knew you were in this room, you began to panic harder like the air was sucked out of your lungs as you looked around the room. The clean smooth bed had the sheets tucked in and you didn't want to run into the closet because there was too much stuff in there for you to fit. And just when you were about to run into the bathroom connected to the room the door was slammed open, the door nearly hitting the wall with a thud if it wasn't stopped by the stopper.

A heavier, taller man stood by the threshold, his arms by his side as you squinted hard trying to identify him through the golden crisp sun, the window was open and you could barely see. Only when he softly called for you through his tired tone did you break down, tears swirled in the corner of your eyes as you gave in.

♡ ♡ ♡

The day was filled with crying and worries, your shaky voice checked over Alejandro as he tried to calm you down, shushing you and repeatedly telling you he was fine. His gruff and silent voice soothed you through your tears but still, he couldn't stop your sniffing and worry ness. The way you lightly planted kisses on his forehead and nose, your soft plump lips pressed what could only be described as heaven as he melted in your hold.

He didn't say a lot besides reassuring you that he wasn't hurt or that he only had little scratches, and instead, he let you talk. Hearing you when you described how much you missed him and how you thought he was dead only made him sink into sympathy.

His fingers held you close, dancing along your damp skin, feeling the goosebumps run up and down your silky skin, the little waterdrops collected in his hand but not as much as his shirt which was soaked in your tears. The wetness sank through the material and marked it a darker colour. Your head was buried just below his neck as your arms were wrapped tight around his back, squeezing him tighter every time you sniffed or were on the verge of crying all over again.

But while this was all sad to Alejandro, seeing you in tears and at his chest pledging he wouldn't leave again he could only promise you he won't. Even though he knows he'll be hearing from the military in some weeks and soon enough this will come again he can only cheer you up from your distressed state. "No hay necesidad de llorar, amor." He spoke softly, "I'm here for you." His reassuring was nice to hear after not looking into his eyes since he came through the door and once your red puffy eyes met his. He smiled, flashing you a gigantic charming smile, laughing a bit when you returned it.

♡ ♡ ♡

You could only remember the sun going down, a yellow-orange blend came down to light up the house, the windows were closed but you could feel the cool breeze brush up against you. Or maybe it was the breath of Alejandro who was right behind you, his veiny arms resting upon your hips where they rub circles.

"Why don't you sit down, be done soon" You soothed over your husband, wiggling your hips a bit so he got the signal but instead he gripped tighter. His head coming down to lean on your shoulder blade as his crouch rubs up against your butt, he seemed to sigh dramatically before talking. "Por qué debería, querido" He smirked, teasing you only to see you roll your eyes, a silent laugh reputing from your chest.

"You'll miss dinner." A fake pout couldn't get through Alejandro as he gripped you tighter, whispering close to your ear. "¿Por qué no te como para la cena?"

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro #alejandro vargas mw2 #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader

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emeraldsandamethyst · 8 months

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Inspired by this post by @nerdpoe thank you

AN: a whole new au. Danny is not the ghost king. He is running errands for the ancients. He is unaware but he's a baby ancient himself. The new ancient of space. Though he's not there yet.

Tim is going by Cardinal in this. Jason is still Red Hood, and also the prince that Danny is talking about. Jason and the bats have no idea he's a prince or what it means. I had originally planned on making this dead on main but now it might be dead tired. Unsure. If it is Tim is polyam and already dating Bernard for sure and maybe Kon too idk.

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Tim, as Cardinal, landed on the rooftop across from the unknown potential rogue. They were glowing weakly and floating just off the gravel on the roof. Their hair was white and mid length. It moved more like smoke than hair. They were wearing a simple black suit with white gloves, boots and belt. They had no face covering.

"Oh, you're here! Awesome! You ready?" They asked cheerfully. He'd been expected. Or if not Cardinal then at least someone from The Colony.

Tim hummed noncommittally. The guy looked confused then disappointed.

"You don't know why you're here, do you?" The guy said, both his shoulders and floating hair drooping in disappointment. Curious.

"Why don't you tell me what you think I'm here for and we can compare notes." Tim said with bland politeness. He didn't do anything so stupid as relax, but he wasn't in the mood to fight. So de-escalate it was. Hopefully the unknown would agree.

"Right. Okay. At least you're definitely her knight so you're the right guy." He said, apparently to himself, then he straightened his posture and pulled out a scroll from somewhere, making it look like it came from his suit. "Ahem ahem." He actually said instead of clearing his throat. He began to read. "It has come to the attention of the Council of Ancients that one of our peoples is claiming their haunt in the Living world under false pretenses and with malicious intent beyond reasonable expectations of the Dead.

"Recognizing the great disruption that the Living would experience at Our collective presence We, the Council of Ancients, send in our stead a champion, known to the living as Danny Phantom, to enforce Our decree.

"It has been reported by the Dead victims that the Living have been unable to otherwise mitigate or contain or banish this criminal from their world. The wrongs done are so numerous and so horrific and the Victims so plentiful that We, The Council of Ancients, condemn this man, known to the Living as 'The Joker', to eternal imprisonment. This judgment is to be enforced forthwith. Once apprehend and safely contained We, The Council of Ancients, shall provide a means by which the Living can file their own grievances against The Joker to seek redress.

"Danny Phantom-" Danny stopped reciting and looked over at Cardinal with a disgruntled expression, "that's me. I'm Danny Phantom, I have to read it exactly." Then he went back to reading the document. "Danny Phantom is hereby charged to speak with the Ghost whose haunt has been so grossly violated and follow their demands that do not conflict with Realm law."

Danny waited, holding the scroll open for a few more moments before he offered it, rolled back up, to Tim.

"And that's why I'm here with you, by the way, Lady Gotham told me her knights and Prince would help me and you're her knight, so, yeah! That's why I'm here! Got my warrant and everything Mister Birdman, Sir!"

"... It's Cardinal, actually." Tim said. He took the glowing paper with some concern and opened it himself. The words were not in English or any other language Tim knew. Except as he looked the document translated itself into English.

This was, indeed, a very strange but official seeming document that could be called a warrant. Calling for the detainment of The Joker. In another dimension.

An excuse to get The Joker gone forever? Tim wanted to accept this right now, immediately. But Bruce would need more than a scroll from an unknown government and the words of their supposed representative as proof.

Tim breathed in for four, held it then exhaled for six. "How exactly am I to determine this is a legitimate warrant from a legitimate governing body with actual jurisdiction in Gotham, New Jersey, The United States of America, North America, Earth, third planet in the Sol system, the Milky Way and not some wackos with big ideas and more power than sense."

"But, it is legit?" Danny Phantom looked confused, as if the concept of this situation being faked had never even occurred to him. Tim stared at him. Phantom stared back.

"Sure, okay, you're telling me it is. But how do I make sure you're actually who you say you are. Anyone can put on a costume and claim whatever they want. Doesn't make it true." Tim said with patience he didn't feel.

"Huh. Uh, I guess?" Phantom said, somehow looking even more confused now. "Um, usually your patron would be here to introduce us, well she is here but she's not able to be seen by the Living. Not even her knights. She's supposed to be able to show herself to you guys but can't because this The Joker guy is messing with her. Taking her power and junk.

"What?" Phantom's eyes lost focus, like he was communicating telepathically. Since it was a total non sequitur Tim figured it likely was telepathy, or something like it.

Tim waited, mentally rifling through his memories to find ways to vet this guy that would satisfy Bruce. Because honestly? Tim was tempted to just let him go and watch what happened.

"Oh! Well, why isn't your prince here, Lady? That should make everything easy— wait, seriously? Of course not, that would be easy. How can they even function? Ugh."

"Excuse me? Who exactly is this prince that I'm supposedly following the orders of?" Tim interjected. He didn't need this unknown likely meta going off on irrelevant tangents. Definitely not now.

"It's- ugh. I'm not allowed to say anything? He's a dude that… you know." Danny flinched and hissed. He glared at nothing, sulking.

"Uh-huh." Tim said. "The prince of Gotham is 'a dude' that 'I know' right. Sure. I know Brucie Wayne is the media's prince of Gotham but he's not actually an actual prince. That's just hyperbole. We don't actually have royalty here."

"I'm from Ohio! Of course I know that's not your Lady's real prince!" Danny scoffed and looked offended.

"Condolences on being Ohian."

"Oh come on! You're from New Jersey!"

"Your point?" Tim asked.

"Look. Just. I am trying to do my job and help you and your patron and your people." Danny snapped.

"And what do you need from me, exactly? You never actually explained. You just read me your warrant." Tim pointed out.

"Oh. Uh. Sorry Cardinal." Danny said, embarrassed. "I just need your okay for me to get him or for you to come with."

Tim hummed and thought. That was it? Tim technically didn't even need to go with him? Tim was, of course. He was much too untrusting to just let this stranger run off in Gotham unsupervised.

"Yeah alright. I'll escort you, don't run off."

"Aw yeah!" Phantom said, immediately flying off. He did at least come back and look embarrassed, staying close to Tim. "Um, sorry. Got excited. Lead the way Sir Cardinal!"

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That's all I've got so far. Just kinda wrote this to get back into writing. No idea if I'm gonna continue it.

Thank you.

#my writing #emeraldsandamethyst #dc tim drake #dp danny fenton #dpxdc #tim drake is cardinal #warrant officer danny fenton #the joker is a ghost in this au #ghost justice au

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unluckyhoneybee · 7 months

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All the pretty girls (Pyotr Kochetkov)

Where Pyotr never cared when girls preferred Andrei until it was you.

Note: I thought it would be easier to do and understand if I did it like this, so this means they are speaking Russian.

Our Samuel here is Andrei. Andrei is handsome, charming, talented,... In this fic, from Pyotr's view, all the girls like Andrei. He doesn't care. Andrei is his best friend and he is happy for him. Until it comes to you, a mutual friend. Inspired in All the pretty girls by Kaleo.

Pyotr was sitting in the stool, in a VIPvfar from the dance floor. He had been sitting in that exact point for two hours. He wasn't tired nor drunk. He had stopped drinking a while ago. He didn't feel like it.

His bad mood had started a few days ago. At first he played it cool, he simply tried to think he was overreacting and he shouldn't be that angry. But tthen things got more serious and he became truly bothered.

When Pyotr arrived to the states, his English was more than worse. He wouldn't even say he had an English. Andrei had been his saviour in multiple times, so many that there weren't more fingers to count with. They bonded pretty quickly and soon they were great friends. Pyotr was so attached to his friend, they were flesh and bone. When they started going out with the rest of the team, Pyotr could barely communicate with anyone. So he was stuck next to Andrei and used his friend as a translator. The thing was, girls usually approached them. Both men were attractive and they both caught their eye. Some come to talk to Pyotr, but many (almost all of them) ended up going with Andrei. Pyotr didn't care. He didn't know them, it was just sex. He wouldn't ruin the best friendship he had in the states for a hook up, he was better than that. But then he met you.

You were friends with many of the guys. You were usually with them when they went out. Pyotr met you in a party, at someone's birthday. You were so nice and had a huge smile when Andrei introduced you. The goalie just all heart eyes since then. You were so kind and had so much patience with him. It was so surprising because the language barrier had been a huge issue for him when meeting people. No one wanted to try. But you did, you quickly assured Andrei that he could leave you with Pyotr, that you would manage well. Pyotr had never gotten a crush so fast.

Then he told Andrei and everything went wrong. The man who he believed to be his best friend, started to flirt and got closer than ever with the woman he had confessed to have feelings for. And Pyotr had never felt so broken and alone. He got some time away when he was sent to Chicago, he tried to get over you, to think of something else. But nothing worked because there were you, being as nice as always. There wasn't a day that passed without your text and to be honest, he needed them a lot. But when he came back and Andrei and you were even more closer, he brought you everytime he was with him and was always talking around you. All the pretty girls liked Andrei and he hadn't drawn the line with you, the one he knew his friend was in love with. He had to ask you to dance, to make you laugh, to flirt with you, all of it when Pyotr was right in front of him. It made him feel insecure in ways he had never felt.

But it couldn't be further from reality.

An older and way too drunk man had been watching you while you and Andrei danced. So when you had gone to the bar for a refill, Andrei had shielded you with his body. Pyotr didn't want to look, but he had seen Andre's arm around your waist and such a rage had filled him.

"I don't think he is okay, Andrei" You said to his ear.

Andrei sighed and caressed your back in a reassuring way.

"There is something off today" He agreed.

"Maybe I should go with him" You said and while pinching your lip. "Is everything right at home? Or with the team?"

"Yes, I mean, nothing happened." Andrei said trying to remember. "He tells me everything" But Pyotr had been dry and more distant recently.

"I'll go with him" You walked under Andrei's arm, who called your name and quickly followed you.

"All good, man?" Martin asked.

Pyotr looked at him and nodded. "Good"

"Are you sure? You look sad"

"No, good"

Martin patted him in the shoulder and walked away. When Pyotr turned his eyes back to the dance floor, you weren't there anymore.

"Hey, Pyotr" You appeared on his other side, taking him by surprise. You hand was on his shoulder and you had left a drink in front of his empty glass.

He was out of words, he couldn't speak, just look at you with big puppy eyes.

Andrei was there too, right behind you. It only made Pyotr's blood boil.

You sat and grabbed his hand and electricity ran through his skin.

"Is everything okay? Are you good?" As always, you spoke slow, loud and clear so he could understand.

Pyotr nodded and looked down.

"I brought you a drink, Andrei paid, but it's on me" You tried to joke.

You hated to see him so down. He was your fun and cheerful guy, he was the one who could always put a smile in your lips. He was the one you wanted to always be happy. But today, unlike other days, he had rejected your invitation to dance (or pull those silly moves of his that always made you laugh). He had been in that stool alone and you couldn't think about anything else. Luckily, Andrei had tried to distract you a bit.

Pyotr's eyes moved to Andrei.

"I thought you were different" He spat.

It took Andrei by surprise. He frowned and open his lips to speak, but he was too confused to say anything. When you saw his reaction, you knew that the goalie wasn't looking for a translation.

"Different? What do you mean?" Andrei tried to get closer, but Pyotr got up harshly. Some guys standing close turned to look, some of them got ready to jump if needed. The sudden tension could be cut with a knife and Pyotr was know for be quick when jumping into a fight.

"Different. My friend. A friend doesn't do this" Pyotr told him.

You were standing between them, your hand had fallen to your side and you couldn't be more puzzled. You didn't understand a single world, but you could see how angry Pyotr was.

"Man, I haven't done a thing"

"That's not what I see"

"Maybe you should look better"

"Maybe you should stop flirting with someone that is not yours"

"Who the fuck am I flirting with?"

"YN. I tell you and the first you do is go for her! You can have all the girls you want, but no! You go for-"

"Okay, I don't know what is going on between you two but it's over for now." you said pressing a hand to Pyotr's chest. You couldn't see them fight like this. "I don't know what is wrong with you but you are coming with me"

Pyotr looked down confused. He couldn't ask Andrei for a translation now, could he?

"You, me, out now" You said and grabbed his hand. "And you... I'll tell you once I've cleared everything"

You left hand in hand with Pyotr, pulling him out of the club and leaving Andrei with the others, who were curious about what had happened.

Outside, your ears rang for seconds because of the loud music. Pyotr moved his hand until it slipped form yours and started to walk. He needed a breath, he needed a minute alone.

"Hey, no" You said. Your heart was racing. This wasn't supposed to happen. You had gone out to have fun, to enjoy with your friends and maybe get to spend more time with the guy you liked. And now that guy was walking away from you after fighting his best friend. You saw him kick a pebble in the pavement and then he lifted his hand. "Stop!"

Pyotr froze.

"You will break your hand, stupid" You ran to him and stood between him an the traffic sign he was going to hit. He looked down at you and his hand fell. He felt so weak, he just wanted to go home and sleep until everything was forgotten. "What's wrong?" You gently grabbed his hand.

"Nothing"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Pyotr"

He shook his head and tried to walk again, but you didn't let go of his hand so he just had to accept you were following to his car.

"I want home" He told you.

"I'm going with you"

"Alone"

"No way"

You were already on the passanger seat, so he could only nod and start driving home.

"What did-" You started.

You didn't need to finish. Pyotr couldn't keep everything on his chest any longer.

"Me speak now."

"O-okay"

"Andrei knows" He started. His breath was quick and he couldn't find the correct words. "And he- you- I tell him-"

"Shh. Slow, okay?"

It was so frustrating, he had never feel more trapped in his whole life. There were so many things to tell you but he didn't know how. His heart end up breaking completely.

"You better with Andrei. It better. I'm fine. You speak with him. No with me. You better with Andrei" He managed to say. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his lip was trembling.

You blinked slowly. "Better? How? When?" What did he mean?

"Girlfriend" He choked out.

You gasped and covered your mouth. It was all clicking in your mind. Oh no...

"I'm an idiot. I'm the worse, shit" You told to yourself.

He shot a quick glance and saw you brushing your eyes hard.

"Do you think Andrei and I are together? A couple?"

He shrugged. Maybe not yet, but probably soon.

"He- and you-" Pyotr took a deep breath. "Good couple"

How bad luck was if the guy you were in love with thought that you were dating someone else?

He stopped the car and you looked around. His flat.

"Should we go... Can I?" You pointed to the building and he nodded.

When he opened the door, you sat in the sofa and crossed your legs. You should tell him, he was so upset about it. You fully believed Andrei now.

"Pyotr?"

"mhn"

"Sit with me"

He had taken his shoes and hoodie off and was wearing now only the jeans and t-shirt.

When he sat, you opened your hand and he grabbed it, interlocking your fingers and sighing at the comfort they offered

"Listen carefully, yeah?"

He nodded.

"Andrei and I are not together" You had never felt more nervous in your life. "We haven't been and we won't be"

Pyotr blinked slowly. "No?"

"No. You understand, right?"

He nodded. You weren't daring and he was a prick.

"Andrei and you, not together"

"That's right. I don't like Andrei"

Pyotr frowned.

"Andrei like you"

You shook your head. Now that he was calmer, his puppy eyes and pout were actually cute.

"Andrei doesn't like me" You said. "Andrei is my friend. Just my friend"

His chest was moving slowly with deep breaths. He had fucked up big this time.

"I think Andrei like you when I-"

You moved a bit closer and he looked at you.

"I told Andrei I like you and he- now you and him together all time. You better with him. His English better"

You laughed loudly. "Oh shit"

"What?"

"I like you, Pyotr. Not Andrei. You." You said cupping his cheeks. "You. I'm in love with you"

Again, he was loss of words.

"Andrei and I have been together a lot recently because he was helping me"

He frowned.

"I wanted you to like me. And Andrei made me tag along to all the plans you made"

Pyotr was stunned. He was probably understanding wrong. Every word you said? No way he was right.

"Andrei and I got close because I like you, not because I like him"

Pyotr blinked slowly. "Me"

"Yes, you"

"Not Svech"

"Mhm" You affirmed.

Pyotr took a deep breath. "I fight Svech"

"Yeah, you will have to apologize for that"

"I'm stupid"

"A bit."

"You like me"

"I like you"

"Thanks"

You giggle.

"Thanks"

He nodded and laughed. "Nervous"

"Oh sweetheart, come here"

When you pulled him close, Pyotr felt light. The anger and fear was gone. His best friend wasn't awful and the woman he loved loved him back.

"Me- I thought you like Andrei more because all girls like Andrei more and my English is not good and you can speak to Andrei more-"

With a smile, you kissed his lips. It took him by surprise, yes, but he leaned in and kissed you back. It was a sign for you to climb on his lap. Pyotr groaned a bit and let his hands wander from your back to your waist, hips, back,... He wanted to feel you. He needed to feel you. And you were more than happy with it. Your kisses turned deeper and deeper and soon your hands were tangled on his hair and his under your clothes.

"I always liked you" You said pulling back. "A lot"

"Me too"

You smiled so sweetly and he pecked your lips.

"Pretty?"

"Me?"

"Yes, really pretty"

You kissed his cheek and Pyotr hugged you. Both of his arms wrapped around you so tightly. Then, he laughed and shook you a bit.

"Happy"

"Are you happy?"

You said while setting on his chest.

"the most happy"

"Happiest"

"What?"

You looked at him and brush his hair behind his ear. "You say happiest."

"Okay, I'm the happiest... Because... I am with you?"

"Yes" You nodded.

"And... Wait. One more. Sorry if not right"

"You know that is fine, Pyotr" You kissed him again.

He looked at you not believing completely that you were sitting on his lap and kissing him.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Ah!" You shouted and lifted your arms. "That was perfect!"

He threw his head back laughing.

"Want? Yes or no?"

"Of course I want, silly" You said kissing all over his face. "But you better call Andrei and say you are sorry"

He nodded and pulled his phone.

"Then you and me fuck?"

"Oh shit, Pyotr. Of course you know how to say that" You slapped his chest and got up. "Call Andrei" You told him with a smile.

Pyotr watched you walking to the kitchen and sighed. He was so lucky.

"YN" He called. You loved how your name sounded in that accent of his.

"Mhm"

"Love you"

All the pretty girls, Pt2.

#pyotr kochetkov #Pk #Angst to fluff #Fic #Nhl #Spotify

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Space

Title: Space.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 893 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: The first travel, Steve and you have after the Blip.

Major Tags: Snap, space travel, Blip.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Valentine’s day card & square 3:

"Free space.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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The last few years Steve didn't seem the same; if when he woke up he thought he had lost everything, he had been wrong; he lost everything with the Snap.

He couldn't erase from his mind the scene from the last time he saw you. When the others began to fade away, you ran into his arms, terrified. He immediately embraced you, wanting to protect you; he even covered your face so that you would not continue to see, but he could do nothing when you began to disappear between his fingers.

The nights before you made the trip in time, he couldn't sleep; he couldn't stop remembering all the moments you had lived together and all the time you had lost because you weren't there.

Things were not supposed to be like this.

Two weeks after the Snap was supposed to be your wedding, because Thanos' attack shouldn't have happened, you had everything ready. The hardest thing for Steve was having to call to cancel everything. It didn't make sense for the wedding to go on if you weren't there.

And now he didn't know how to explain to you everything that had happened, although what he feared the most was that as soon as he saw you on the trip, he would run to hug you.

“I don't understand anything you're telling me, Steve; it's just not possible," you said, confused, after he explained what happened.

“What's the last thing you remember? “he questioned.

“I was hugging you, and then everything went dark. I opened my eyes, and you weren't there," you answered.

“You know I would never leave you, right?"

You nodded. He hugged you. It seemed completely implausible what he had told you, but the evidence was irrefutable. Steve had been living in a nightmare for the last five years. Now, what would you do?

“How about a trip? We can move up the honeymoon," Steve proposed.

“All the dates are booked, right? We'd gone to so much trouble to plan everything," you said, disappointed.

“The only thing that matters to me is that you're here, and now we have a chance to make up for all the time we lost.

“Tell me more about the trip," you asked.

“Have you ever been in space?" Steve asked.

“Is that a tricky question?"

“No, I'm serious."

"No, I've never been."

“I'll take care of showing you how wonderful it is." His voice was beginning to sound full of excitement; he hadn't felt that way in a long time.

“And how are we supposed to go? Will the raccoon take us?" You were confused; at first, you thought he was joking, but it seemed he was serious.

“No, we'll take one of Tony's ships. I don't think he'll mind; he's too busy with his family."

You grimaced. Sure, everything was different, but it was too strange to hear.

You started packing your bags; what were you supposed to need in space? You didn't know exactly what to put; the internet wasn't much help at that time either; there was no information about it. You took the sunblock just in case; you were going to be near the sun, weren't you?

If someone had told you about this trip a few years ago, you would have laughed and thought you were joking.

The readjustment had been somewhat difficult, but Steve didn't leave you alone for a single moment; he was so determined to help you. He was trying very hard to make up for all the time you had lost.

You had only found a date for your wedding a year later, although that would give them some freedom to reinvent the whole plan you had. So while Steve was right that you could move up the honeymoon, you'd also have to admit that not just anyone would take your fiancée on such a unique trip.

The feeling when you left Earth was inexplicable; your perspective had changed, and it was so much more beautiful than how it looked from the ground. You turned to look at Steve, who, since you took off, had not let go of your hand.

Maybe you could stay; you didn't need you at the compound; you could live peacefully in space, making up for lost time and feeling infinite.

He began to tell you what he felt the first time he made that trip, although he kept repeating that nothing was the same without you.

You looked into his eyes, and you smiled. His eyes matched perfectly with the scenery that surrounded them.

When you saw that he stabilized the ship, you stood up, pulled his arm, gave in somewhat confusedly, and put one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your waist.

“What are you doing? “he asked.

“Shh, don't talk; you're ruining the moment," you answered.

You leaned on him and started to dance. It didn't matter that there was no music; you could pretend there was.

You could pretend you were dancing your wedding waltz.

It wouldn't matter how much time passed, whether it was minutes or hours; all you wanted was to be able to be like this for eternity.

Steve was going to make sure that nothing would ever separate them again; he was going to do whatever it took to make you happy.

#steve rogers x reader #multifandom flash bingo #multifandom flash #valentine's day #valentine's bingo

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dangerpronebuddie · 3 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @tizniz thank you darling 🥰🩵

How many works do you have on ao3?

17! Soon to be 18 (hopefully).

What's your total ao3 word count?

78,569 words

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently 9-1-1 and previously one or two chapters on a Sherlock fic my sibling started YEARS ago.

Top 5 fics by kudos:

1. Lost Control And Rang Your Bell

2. To The Core (I Love You)

3. What Breathing Feels Like

4. Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You

5. Our Shoulders Touch, There's A Moment

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to get every single one 🥰

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Yet to be published 😉. Published though, probably Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You. It's not angsty per se, it's more ominous.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I try for happy endings always (it's the Jane Austen in me), but I'd say the fic with the happiest ending would be The Pain Is UnBEARable. Friends to fiances 😁!

Do you get hate on fics?

Once? I really don't know if it was hate or just frustration? I mean, it was an open ending so just... ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ sorry?

Do you write smut?

I'm trying! I posted my first one last week 😁: And Every New Boy That You Meet (He Doesn't Know The Real Surprise) (part 2 is in progress)

Craziest crossover?

Haven't written any.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so?

Have you co-written a fic before?

Once. The Sherlock one my sibling wrote. They put me as co-author but the majority is theirs.

All time favorite ship?

Buddie! They have altered my brain chemistry.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

There's a wip I keep going back to that I have a love/hate relationship with. The scenes and the lines and the descriptions are some of the best I think I've ever written. But the premise is iffy at best. We'll see. If I can get a solid enough plot and if Buck gives me an explanation for what the hell he does in that fic, I might finish it.

What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm... I've been told a lot of my fics feel like episodes and the characters' voices are pretty good. So I guess the pacing of my fics? (Which shocks me because I really suck at pacing my original works).

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I just don't do the long and beautiful descriptions or the super detailed whump scenes very well. It takes practice, but it seems to be a talent I just don't have.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it, but I don't do it very much. I don't want people to tell me I'm an idiot for getting something wrong.

First fandom you wrote in?

Sherlock.

Favorite fic you've written?

My beloved Hildy fic. I treasure it. It freaking flopped but it is my baby. I love the entire Danger Prone Diaz series so far, but They Say She's Gone To Far (This Time) was so much fun.

Tags: @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway @steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann @daffi-990 @wikiangela @thekristen999 @bidisasterevankinard @kitteneddiediaz @actuallyitsellie @hippolotamus @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @spagheddiediaz @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie and anyone else who wants to! 🥰🩷 (if I missed you I'm sorry)

#writing game tag #fanfic #my writing

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the-words-we-sung · 4 months

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The songs of Young Royals - S1E2 & E3

And I'm back with another song analysis article ^^ You can find the first one (in which I covered the songs from S1E1) here. I'm gonna do 2 episodes in this post because there are not many songs in episodes 2 and 3!

No tomorrow, Ty Frankett, Stephane Lo Jacomo and Myariag Summers

I'll be in my feels They know I'm the truth When I'm pullin' up I'm bulletproof I don't really care 'bout the rules The most cool Wilhelm has ever looked ^^ He was all blushing and stressed during lunch about what almost happened with Simon, but here he's collected, alone but looking like he doesn't care and just plays it cool. He's the Prince so I guess it's true that the "rules" don't really apply to him but is he "bulletproof"? Unfortunately the whole debacle that is gonna happen with the sex video will prove that statement wrong... (We also know that most of the students at Hillerska don't care that much about the rules, and August says it himself: they could "murder someone and nobody would say a word")

ALPHA, Yung Titties

ABC I'm the alpha bitch If you wanna know who runs this shit ABC I'm the alpha bitch When I'm in a car, I'm driving When I'm on a date, I'm buying Yes girls!! They run this shit ^^ I like that they choose this song when we see the 4 girls hanging out together. I do like them (Felice, Stella, Frederika and Madison) (putting Sara on the side because *complicated feelings*) They're far from perfect but compared to most of the guys in the school, they're pretty cool. I love Felice and how smart/nice/strong she is, and I love her friendship with Wilhelm later on. I hope she'll become even more badass in season 3!! And Madison is the best (and one of the few people in this school who is not terrible to Simon). The song stops as soon as August arrives and takes a chair to sit next to Wilhelm: because yeah, he's not an "alpha". I like that Madison and Felice don't take shit from August: when he starts mocking Simon and Sara (after Felice invites them to the movie night), they immediately tell him off. Then we see Vincent and Nils join August and start bothering the girls (throwing gums/candies at them) and they're not impressed: it's a very short scene but it highlights the fact that they're not interested in their stupid behavior. It's also the episode in which we see the difference between the girls and the boys when it comes to their relationships: we learn at the beginning that Madison and Nils hooked up during the party, but also that Nils was bragging about it and giving the experience a 9/10 while Madison admits doing it mostly because she was bored and not being at all into Nils. We also see August pursuing Felice who is not interested at all. Who run the world? Girls!!

Äter upp dig, Maxida Märak

Nu ska vi leka hela världen är våran Huh inga hinder är för svåra Flyger över alla jag är lätt som en fjäder Strike like a pro BDSM läder Good boys gone bad Alla ser rött King Kong gone mad Jag är blöt du är naken Okay so it's a bit hard to do this one because it's in Swedish and I'm definitely not there yet with this language ^^' From what I understand with the translated lyrics, it's quite a "sexy" song (with some violent undertones: being a wolf, being naked, being wet, good boys gone bad, etc.). The first sentences are about playing and how they have the whole world, which is interesting because it's the parents day at Hillerska and we are introduced to a lot of upper class people, people who have a lot of money and power. In this sense, they are the people who can use the world as a playground: they have the means for that. They're rich and powerful, they're above. The lyrics are also about getting angry though, "seeing red, King Kong gone mad": a little nod to Simon and Sara being pebbles that are gonna throw the whole machinery off? During the lunch, Sara is going to mess up Felice's family with the riding issue (and they're the richest family apparently!). Wilhelm is also gonna upset the order by not sitting at August's table but choosing instead the one table with a family that doesn't belong to Hillerska's upper class environment. So I guess yeah, things aren't going to go that well. And to top it off, August is gonna learn that his family is in fact broke! Oh, how the rich and mighty have fallen...

Hillerska Song

Hope and faith wherever we roam As we make our way back home Oh, we meet with open hearts Another one in Swedish but with the English subtitles directly in the show so it makes it easier to understand ^^ Simon and Wilhelm look SO happy and smiling and smitten in this scene 💜 I like the idea of making their "way back home" because they're not there yet, but they're getting there: being a safe space, being home for each other. And yeah in this scene they still have "open hearts", because Erik has not died yet, because the sex tape hasn't been made/released yet, because none of the awful stuff that is going to make them close in on themselves has happened yet. And Wilhelm is so cute and happy (and it's gonna become very rare to see him like that afterward) that this song deserves another picture ^^

The songs of Young Royals - part 1

#Young Royals #Young Royals analysis #Young Royals songs #Young Royals S1E2 #Young Royals S1E3 #my analysis #song analysis #Wilmon #Simon Eriksson #Prince Wilhelm #Felice Ehrencrona #Madison McCoy #I'll never get over how happy they look during this scene #these 2 episodes were not the most interesting song wise #but we're getting back into the good stuff in the next episode #I'll post it tomorrow #also if I'm super wrong about my understanding of a Swedish song #please don't hesitate to correct me ^^

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sleepingdeath-light · 9 months

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escape artist darling hcs ; yandere clotted cream cookie

requested by ; 🇧🇷 anon (02/07/22)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; clotted cream cookie

outline ; “Hey!!! How are you?

Warning: I'll use female pronouns (she/her) for Reader/Darling (does this REALLY need a warning?)

Can I request yandere Clotted Cream Cookie with a Darling who is a master at escaping? Like... She's pretty smart and can all the time use those techniques to get rid of handcuffs/ropes/chains and open doors without needing a key

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or wrong use of expressions, I'm using Google Translate because my first language is Portuguese and I don't trust my English writing skills

And taking advantage of this ask... Can I be 🇧🇷 anon?”

warning(s) ; yandere!clotted cream, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours

clotted cream cookie had gone to extreme lengths in order to facilitate your observation, capture and containment as his partner — so to have you outsmart and evade his every technique was, to say the very least, something of a slap in the face

rope, chains, hand cuffs, doors locked in seven different ways, guarded rooms around the clock, bars on the windows — no matter what he does it’s all for nought as you always manage to escape him somehow

you outsmarted his coded locks, snuck tools past him to help you break through his equipment, outran the guards he assigned to your room, and managed to hide in plain sight for weeks at a time before he caught up to you again — it seemed the only thing you were unable to do was leave the republic, but even that was because he forced the council’s hand on tightening exports

he loves the chase, loves knowing that you’re able to match and undermine his efforts with your sharp wit and quick thinking, but it was starting to get old — really old, if he was being completely honest with himself

why couldn’t you understand that he just wanted what was best for you? he loves you, wants to protect you, and you running away from him and throwing all of his efforts back in his face wasn’t doing either of you any good

silly girl

his girl — even if you refused to acknowledge as much with all of your rebelliousness

because no matter how many times you escape, no matter how much you try to flee, you’ll always end up back at his home in the end — you’ll give up eventually, it’s just a matter of time

for now he bites his tongue and softens his blows as he punished you for each transgression, sating himself himself that it will all be worth it one day

it will be worth it when you’re his beautiful smiling wife waiting eagerly for him to return home

when you’re there to willingly smother him with affection whilst a small army of little one run about your ankles

when you call him ‘my love’ instead of ‘monster’

when he no longer has to cuff and smack and scold, when he gets to see you smile at him with all of the love he holds for you without any threat or intimidation

when you’re his — and you could have it all if you just stopped running away

don’t you want to be happy?

#sleepingdeath #female reader #yandere x reader #yandere hcs #yandere crk #yandere crk x reader #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run x reader #yandere clotted cream cookie #yandere clotted cream cookie x reader #clotted cream cookie x reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #🇧🇷 anon

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landwriter · 10 months

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PSA: The Death of Translation has been translated into Chinese! Go give it love, or read my rambling essay and then go give it love:

翻譯之死 by @thirrith

How do you translate a story where meaning hinges not only on the words themselves, but the meaning made by the reader's knowledge of their obscurity? Where misspellings aren't misspellings at all, but memories? Where sentiment is drawn from syntax differences? Well you start by being absolutely fucking brilliant!

I was so lucky to be able to hang around in the document while Eth worked on this. The level of creativity and diligence that has gone into this is mind-blowing. It is such a gift, and the process was incredible. It doesn't matter if you can't read Chinese - if you liked the fundamental premise of The Death of Translation, if you like language at all, you need to know how this was done:

Eth's translation is in Traditional Chinese characters with the addition of Classical Chinese and Cantonese to translate the Middle English. Classical Chinese - also known as Literary Chinese - isn't representative of how Chinese used to be spoken in the vernacular, which is why Eth chose it specifically for the written portions of Middle English...and those lines spoken by Dream, naturally.

Hob's Middle English lines are in Cantonese, which has the benefit of being older than and still at least a little intelligible to readers who only know Mandarin. Middle Chinese can't be used the way Middle English is used in the Sandman fandom (delightfully and gratuitously), because unlike the alphabetic characters of English, where words can be sounded out and phonetic spellings will exist in written record - a huge part of understanding how a language once sounded - logographic characters don't directly specify phonology. And even if they did, Middle Chinese spans from the 5th-12th centuries AD - making it contemporary of not Middle but Old English, and covered an area several orders larger than the parts of a small island where Middle English was spoken for about three hundred years - it's nowhere near as homogeneous(ish) or accessible(ish) as Middle English; Cantonese, despite being a different language, serves the same effect.

And then, the grocery list! This is where writing systems go ham. In English, it contains abbreviations, the medial s (ſ), archaic spellings/misspellings, and fancy old ampersands (one of the only logograms in the English writing system, I think, originally Latin's et and evolving over time into the shape of & - in Jane Austen's Persuasion you will find this aural history of 'et' instead of 'and', where &c is used to mean et cetera).

Eth used Cantonese, Simplified Chinese characters (a 20th century addition, faster to write, that Hob definitely would've embraced), variant character forms (which typically have a visual resemblance to each other), and 通假字, homophone characters that were conventionally used interchangeably with one another in Classical Chinese:

English and Chinese have such different writing systems and histories, and Eth has used all the compounding effects of that (upon things like phonology, modern-day intelligibility, writing system changes) to the absolute fullest effect and made choices that add invaluable implicit meaning to the story and characterization.

(As if that's not enough, the translation also features hot-linked footnotes that provide context for cultural references?! Literally everything a reader could ask for.)

And this is all super clever and fascinating if you're a big language fan like me, but the soft artichoke heart of my wonder can really be summed up best by this fact:

For many years I've loved the Jack Gilbert poem 'The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart', enough to put the first lines at the beginning of the fic:

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko we write, and the words Get it wrong.

And for just as many years, I assumed Michiko was a place name, or some classical reference to art or literature beyond my plebby ken - until I saw Eth's note in the translation document.

Michiko, in fact, was the name of his wife.

The whole thing is such a testament to translation: the true deliberate practice of it, not just figurative language imagining a fictional character and his long-lived idiolect. And Eth's translation has only underlined my conviction that there is, sometimes, I feel, deeper work of understanding done - greater art made - and lovelier agonies to be had - in carrying words across languages than there is in putting the words down in the first place, in a first language.

#the death of translation #TRANSLATED!!!!#it must be said i meant only to link the translation but the moment i began to describe what eth has done i absolutely could not stop #it's BRILLIANT #the sandman #dreamling #an essay #language i love thee so

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trans-cuchulainn · 10 months

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i had a friend who got a massive book deal, translated into 12 languages or something right off the bat, huge publicity campaign, etc. and we weren't very close friends, just online acquaintances via a particular community, and she'd been inactive there for a while due to being busy, so there was no, like, regular contact between us. which meant for several months i had this kind of festering jealousy, but i did my best never to show it, because we were acquaintances if not friends, and that would be mean, i was supposed to be happy for her. i just... didn't have enough personal associations to disrupt those feelings, you know?

and then when the book came out, she was doing an event fairly near me, at a bookshop i had been looking for an excuse to visit. (it was far enough away that it required a specific journey.) she normally lived in another country but her publisher had arranged this uk tour, because, big book deal, meaning it was a rare chance for us to meet. so i went along, planning how i would introduce myself: "hey, i used to be in that group chat with you, not sure if you remember..." she would not, i thought, remember me or recognise me without context, and this was going to be embarrassing, but i would power through

the event, when i got there, was actually pretty small. i sat myself in the front row because it made it easier to prop my cane up in front of me without getting in anyone's way, and waited

and she walked in. and she saw me. and she went "oh my god! néide, is that you?" and, ignoring that she was meant to be starting the event, came over and hugged me. "how are you? i had no idea you'd be here, this is so cool!", genuinely curious, genuinely happy to see me to the point of throwing off the professional author persona entirely, apparently genuinely thrilled that i had come at all. after the event, we chatted for a while and took pictures together for me to send to the group chat and all of that, holding up the whole signing line until i eventually pointed out she should probably talk to someone else and ducked out

and you know what? while i still feel a level of professional jealousy (which i think is natural when you work in a similar/adjacent field to someone), on a personal level, the resentment is GONE. because she was kind. because she put our acquaintanceship above the event for one minute and treated me like a friend even though we hadn't chatted in months. i have had acquaintances who left everyone else for dust when they found success, but it was wrong of me to assume this friend would do that without any evidence of it, and she proved that to me in a moment

i don't have a moral here, this is just an anecdote that i think about sometimes. it's hard when you have successful friends but it taught me that if i am ever in the position of being the successful friend, i want to be the one who makes them think "oh but they're so kind, though, i legit can't resent them" and not the one who prompts a "wow well they pissed off as soon as they made it, didn't they? fuck them then". i can't guarantee to recognise my internet friends on sight because i am faceblind as fuck but. i want to be the one who takes time for the people i care about, no matter what else is going on

and. yeah. i can hold a grudge like nobody's business but i can also hold whatever the positive equivalent of a grudge is. "that person was nice to me once when i was feeling insecure and i have never, ever forgotten it" can be just as powerful, sometimes, as "that person was a bitch to me and I never forgave them"

so, i want to be the kind of person people hold positive grudges about

#be more kind #personal

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an-aroaces-harem · 1 month

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Ivy Chapter 15

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.

A few days after deciding to support Ivy-san by reducing his workload, the team was ready for the next step.

This time, I was taken to Macau on business for the office.

The photo shoot will take place for an international music magazine.

The weekend schedule was a bullet train ride, making full use of airplanes, helicopters, and location passes.

Ivy: I'm glad it's sunny. It's a great day to be on location.

Hugh: The sunlight ... so sweet.

Jace: It's a little windy, I need to adjust my hair more often.

Finn: It's a pity that we can't swim as we like when we come to the beach, isn't it?

Xeno: It's natural. We're not here for fun.

The local staff joined us, and the shooting began at last.

I actively supported the team members during the filming.

Jace: ... I'm running out of hairspray.

Ivy: Is the spare hairspray on the location bus? I'm just going back to the bus. I'll get it.

Jace: Don't worry, she has already brought it. Aegis-chan, get the spray!

Rina: Yes, I'll get it right away!

Ivy: Huh ...?

Hugh: Waiting, long ... makes me sleepy ...

Ivy: Hugh, don't sleep in the shadows.

Rina: Hugh-san, why don't you listen to some music while you wait? I've brought some earphones.

Hugh: Yeah, I will ... Thanks, Housekeeper-san.

Ivy: ...

Xeno: Is the atmosphere of this photo a little too bright? Does it fit the theme of the shoot and the image of the magazine?

Ivy: I'll just check it out on the proposal. I have it with me ...

Rina: Yes, Xeno-san, here is the most important proposal. I also have a back-number for the magazine.

Xeno: All right. ... You heard it, Ivy. I don't need a hand.

Ivy: Ah ... hm.

Finn: It's hot by the sea. I'm thirsty.

Ivy: Maybe we hould take a short break. Bring us some drinks too ...

Rina: Everybody, I've asked the photographer to take a break!

Rina: Here is your drink. Please drink it and keep yourself hydrated.

Finn: Thank you, Rina. Drink some too, Ivy.

Ivy: ... Ah.

Jace: Aegis-chan, help me out here!

Rina: I'll be right there!

... And it continued like that, running around with everyone's support.

(Hah ... It's a lot of work, even if they're only small things ...)

It is mind-boggling to think this is what Ivy-san was usually doing while keeping up with his busy schedule.

(I hope I'm easing your burden a bit.)

Ivy: ...

Sakura Eito: Get back on the bus. We're moving into town next.

We moved to a new location and started shooting with Ivy-san, Jace-san and Hugh-san.

(This kind of thing is also new to me ...)

As I was watching the preparations from a somewhat secluded spot, one of the local staff members spoke to me in Chinese.

He's rambling on and on about something in a panic, but he doesn't understand ...

(What should I do? I have no idea what he's saying!)

Ivy: !

Jace: Ivy, what's wrong?

Ivy: Rina-chan seems to be in trouble. I'd like to help her, but ...

Jace: Aegis-chan will be fine. ... See, he's gone.

Ivy: Eh? Ah ...!

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't communicate with the staff member that I looked around in a panic.

(The other staff is in a remote location. Could be trouble, I have to do something ...!)

And then.

Finn: What's wrong?

Finn-san approached me.

Rina: This person is trying to tell me something, but I don't understand Chinese ...

Finn: I see. Hold on a minute.

Finn-san turned to the staff.

Finn: What's wrong?

Chinese staff: Important call for you.

He began conversing in fluent Chinese.

(Wow! I remember that Finn-san's language skills are outstanding!)

After a few moments, the conversation ended and the local staff left. Finn-san turned to me.

Finn: I heard that the time allowed for filming on the street here is less than planned.

Finn: We have room in our schedule, but we have to make sure that the whole thing is rolled up and we don't go overboard.

Rina: Well, I didn't know that's what he meant ... You're very good, Finn-san.

Finn: It's no big deal. I mean, shouldn't we tell the rest of the staff.

Rina: I really appreciate it! Thank you very much!

(Thanks to Finn-san for the help ...!)

With a pang of relief, I ran out to relay the message.

Ivy: ...

Jace: She was fine. You can count on Finn at times like this.

Ivy: ... I see. Rina-chan seems to appreciate it.

Ivy: ...

Jace: Eh, what's wrong, Ivy?

Hugh: ... You not feeling well?

Ivy: No ... it's nothing. Nothing like that. It's normal.

Ivy: ... I think we're ready to shoot. Let's go.

Jace: ... No, no. It's definitely out of the ordinary.

Hugh: ... very strange ...

Jace: Is it because he feels inferior to us?

Hugh: ... Maybe ...

Jace: That's definitely true. Oh man, if things continue like this, it's bad. We have to do something!

... After a successful shoot in the city, it's time to move on to another location.

Jace: Aegis-chan, come her for a second.

Jace-san called me in a whisper.

Rina: What's wrong ... woah.

He pulled my hand and four serious-looking people surrounded me.

Rina: Wha-what's going on?

Xeno: Keep your voice down.

Hugh: Ivy ... notices ...

It was somewhat strange because everyone was speaking in hushed tones.

Finn: I heard that Ivy was really depressed just now. I couldn't leave it like that.

Rina: ! Really?

(I didn't notice it, but something must have happened. I certainly can't leave it like that.)

Jace: So we're going to have an emergency meeting. Meet us at Xeno's room tonight at 10.

Xeno: Why in my room ...!?

Finn: No one would guess we're all gathered in your room. It's a good place for a secret meeting.

Xeno: Tch ...

Hugh: And Housekeeper-san ... comes too ...

Rina: I understand.

(I didn't expect a meeting on the road, but I guess everyone is that worried about Ivy-san.)

... and just then, a voice called out to me from behind.

Ivy: Don't you guys get on the bus?

Rina: !

Xeno, Jace, Finn, Hugh: !

Ivy: What are you so surprised about? What's wrong?

Finn: I-it's nothing!

Jace: That's right. We were just talking about how hungry we are. Right?

Rina: Y-yes.

Hugh: I don't know ... either ...

Xeno: Don't worry about it. Just get on with it and let's get to the next location.

The members quickly boarded the location bus.

Ivy: Oh, hey! What are you ... what were you saying?

Rina: Umm, I guess I'll run, too.

I ran to the other staff members, feeling Ivy-san's suspicious gaze on me.

(I hope he doesn't find out ...)

(We're meeting tonight at 10. I'll try not to forget.)

After that ... the filming finished safely until late into the night.

After the entire group, including the staff, has finished their meals, we arrive at a luxurious hotel.

Sakura Eito: Good work, everyone. Let's break up here for today.

At the order of Sakura-san, everyone disperses to their room. The clock says it's past 9:30.

I was about to go to Xeno-san's room to be inconspicuous when I was approached by Ivy-san.

Ivy: I wonder if you'd like to come to my room with me afterwards.

(Finn-san and the others said he was depressed ...)

Rina: What's wrong?

Ivy: Oh, it's not like I'm in trouble. Don't look so worried.

Ivy: I want to talk business.

(I have a meeting ... but I can't turn him down if it's about work.)

Rina: I understand.

Ivy: Thank you. Let's go then.

As soon as I entered the room, he offered me a seat on the sofa.

Ivy: Make yourself comfortable. Do you want a drink?

Rina: Eh ...

Without waiting for a reply, Ivy-san opens the refrigerator and starts making drinks.

(Drinking? I thought we were talking about work ...)

A glass was offered to me in front of my bewildered eyes.

Ivy: It's a champagne cocktail. You liked it before, didn't you?

It must have been when I had dinner with him.

Rina: You remembered it?

Ivy: Of course. How could I forget?

His smile and thoughtfulness make me feel happy.

(I shouldn't drink it, considering what will happen afterwards, but ...)

Rina: Thank you very much. Okay, just a little bit.

I couldn't refuse, so I accepted the glass.

Ivy: Good. It's a special night in Macau, so let's relax together.

Ivy: But I'm not going to drink too much and get drunk like I did the other day. Don't worry.

Rina: O-okay.

I remember his drunken hug and almost kiss, and my hearts starts pounding.

Ivy: ...

He sat down next to me, not across from me, with his glass.

Rina: ...!

The unexpected close proximity makes me concious of the fact that I can't help but be aware of it.

(... Ugh, how embarrassing.)

I couldn't bear the staring eyes, so I looked away and took a sip of my glass.

Ivy: Delicious?

Rina: Yes. Very ...

Ivy: Yeah? ... I'd like to try it. I'd like to have a taste, too.

Ivy-san clutched my glass in his hand.

Rina: !

He took my breath away and brought the glass straight to his own mouth.

Ivy: ... Mmm, it's sweet. It's fragnant and delicious.

... When I realized that my hand had been released, Ivy-san's glass was now in front of my mouth.

Ivy: Please try mine, too.

Rine: Eh, I couldn't possibly ...

Ivy: You don't have to be. But I think it might be a little strong for you.

Ivy: That's what happens when you drink just one sip of a cocktail mixed with juice.

Laughing, he lightly patted my arm.

Rina: ...

... Even without being told, I could see that my face was turning red.

(What's wrong with him? I've never had anyone touch me like this before.)

My heart is loud. I'm so embarrassed, I can't stand it.

Rina: ... Um, didn't you say we are talking about work?

I couldn't take it any longer and asked deceptively.

Ivy-san then said "Oh", and opened his mouth.

Ivy: ... You did a great job at the set today.

Ivy: I was amazed at how well you were able to work as a staff and how well you supported the members.

Rina: Really?

Ivy: Yeah. I always do that kind of thing, so it was a lot easier today.

I'm happy to hear that, but ... his face is clouded.

Ivy: To tell you the truth, it was a little less than fun.

Rina: What? Why?

Ivy: ... because you're always taking care of the others.

Rina: !

Ivy: They're relying on you. They seem to get along with you ...

Rina: Ivy-san ...

(Does that mean ... you're jealous?)

(No way. But if you put it in such easy-to-understand terms ...)

... My heart beats faster and faster.

Ivy: It's nice of you to take your job so seriously, but it's a lot to take care of the members, isn't it?

His arms gently pulled my hips closer.

Ivy: So take it easy and focus on supporting me ...

His beautiful eyes look into my eyes. His voice, as gentle as the calm sea, makes me feel as if I can't help but to fall in love with him ...

(Ivy-san ...)

... It was then that I heard a commotion outside the room.

Note: The parts in green are spoken in Chinese.

#morganatic idol #morudoru #morudoru ivy #resa translates something for once?

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The eyes of Graphorns

tw: mention of death and loss

Aesop Sharp x mc

Summary: After the battle of Hogwarts against Ranrok and his followers was won, nothing is the same for Elaine Hopkins. Her mentor is dead, and she finds herself with a new responsibility as the guardian of the last repository. She finds support in Aesop Sharp, who escorts her after Fig's death and slowly gains her trust.

-> Chapter 2 - Goodbyes

-> Chapter 3 - A Reunion

-> Chapter 4 - The Renegades

-> Chapter 5 - Elaine's Laughter

I finally did it! I translated my first piece of fanfiction. Since English isn't my first language and I don't have much time, I had to use the help of ChatGPT, and it's still not perfect, but I hope it's good enough and you still like it. Please enjoy!

Chapter 1 - The Battle of Hogwarts

A pained sound escaped her lips, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her body curling forward as if someone had cast the Cruciatus curse on her, which she would have preferred now if given a choice. Elaine couldn't remember the last time she had a choice. Knowing that Fig was dead was almost unbearable. Just like that. Her own voice sounded like that of a stranger as she whimpered "No-no-no-no-no-".

Elaine Hopkins knelt in front of Professor Fig's lifeless body. She couldn't believe she had lost him. Just moments ago, he had fought side by side with her to defend Hogwarts and the entire wizarding world, and now he lay there, his gaze empty. Dead. She had unconsciously held herself together as he directed his final words to her, to give him reassurance in the moments before his death. She felt the control over her emotions gradually slipping away as she realized what had just happened. She had lost her mentor and watched him die.

Suddenly, a hand and some calm, reassuring words rested on her shoulder. Elaine flinched but couldn't move.

"There's nothing more you can do for him."

As she heard the gentle sound of the familiar voice beside her, her stiffness melted away. She turned around and looked into a pair of alert eyes that seemed to convey an understanding of what she was going through. Professor Sharp stood next to her, leaning forward towards her.

"Come, I'm here. Please. Don't torment yourself more than necessary," Sharp's voice sounded almost pleading. There was a tone in his voice that burned through Elaine's chest, indicating that while it was important to say goodbye, to honor that one last moment, she shouldn't give in too much to the pain - at least for now. It was suddenly noticeably quiet in the cave under Hogwarts, as the battle had subsided and everyone realized what had happened. Sharp had immediately sensed that something had gone wrong, that something terrible had happened, that something was no longer as it should be. He was the first to correctly assess the situation. He had apparated instantly to the scene of the accident. To his student who had just suffered a great loss. "Come, you need to get out of here."

Elaine reached for his hand, and he pulled her up. His grip was firm, allowing her to find the stability she had just lost. Sharp wrapped his arm around her trembling shoulders. Elaine was surprised by the strength and ease with which the Potions professor had helped her up. On the way up to the Map Room, the other teachers watched them in silence - full of sorrow and horror. Elaine caught herself thinking that she was surprised by the smoothness with which Sharp moved at her side, interrupted only slightly by the limp that always accompanied the former Auror.

All sorts of accusations crossed Elaine's mind. If only Fig hadn't accompanied her on her journey to explore Ancient Magic and protect it from falling into the wrong hands. If only she had worked alone. If only she hadn't demanded so much from him.

Sharp led Elaine into his office and asked her to sit down. Like a statue, she sank into a chair in front of her Potions professor's desk and stared blankly into space. Sharp sat across from Elaine Hopkins on the other side of the table and looked at her patiently. He recognized that look. In his years as an Auror, he had seen many colleagues come and go, leaving their mark on the survivors. For some reason, seeing his student in pain hurt him a little more. Perhaps, he thought, it was because of her age and the idea that she had already endured a kind of suffering during her school years that was still difficult to bear even when one had learned to cope with it.

He could have asked her why she and Fig hadn't informed him and the other teachers earlier, why they hadn't given them a chance to support them, but he didn't. He was aware of the accusations Elaine must now face and didn't want to make it worse.

"If you'd like to talk about it, you can come to me anytime," he said instead, albeit somewhat awkwardly. Until now, he had always sat on the other side of such tables and been the one who had lost someone. Elaine was grateful that he didn't ask about what she and Fig had been working on over the last year; the tears that she had held back until this moment suddenly ran down her face. She buried her face in her hands. It tore Sharp apart to see her like this. No one should be subjected to this kind of pain. But weren't those his own words? None of us has a guarantee of survival? If he had known how soon Elaine would experience this firsthand, he might have chosen his words more carefully.

Sharp lay awake for a long time that night. What a day it had been. In the morning, he had been busy explaining the difference between bezoars and Ashwinder eggs to third-year students without realizing what was happening deep beneath the school at that moment. Even less could he have imagined that Matilda would rush through the school hours later in distress, talking about an emergency to gather all professors together to defend Hogwarts against trolls and goblins.

Sharp hadn't fought since the ambush where he lost his partner. Of course, he was always ready to defend himself and others, but he was sure that due to his injury, he had lost some of his abilities. Nevertheless, his senses were sharper than ever as he disapparated that evening to secure the school and, above all, support the student who was currently trying to protect whatever it was that goblins wanted.

Sharp sat on the edge of his bed and wrapped a cloak around his shoulders.

"Lumos!"

He walked over to the fireplace in his bedroom, lit it with "Incendio", and sat in one of two chairs in front of the fire.

The warmth relaxed him a bit. Since arriving at Hogwarts, the second chair in front of the fireplace had always remained empty. He didn't often receive visitors in his private quarters anyway, not least because he didn't want anyone to discover either his cane or wheelchair.

During battle, he hardly noticed his leg; he had been too focused on defensive spells and attacks while keeping an eye on what was happening on the battlefield. He had felt filled with passion during the battle - a feeling almost forgotten since his time as an Auror. It was a kind of passion only felt when one put their life on line for something significant beyond their own existence. Adrenaline surged through his body; the tension of not being allowed to make any mistake had given him the certainty that what he did mattered.

However, they suffered losses. Sharp gazed into the fire. Thinking about Fig made him sad; even sadder was remembering his student. Sharp's thoughts kept returning to her over these past few hours. She not only lost her mentor but also her trust - if it hadn’t already been lost before today. Who besides Fig knew what she had already gone through up until this day? At Fig's request back then, Sharp conducted investigations into Ranrok and goblins at Ministry but only now did complexity of situation gradually became clear to him.

Otherwise Sharp didn’t know much about Elaine Hopkins; until now his interest in her had been limited to her academic achievements which undoubtedly surprised him. Beyond that, all he knew were the rumors that she was caught hunting dark wizards outside school or rescuing lost Nifflers from poachers more than once.

This way to Chapter 2

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