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My sister and her mother-in-law (the one who sends me random pictures of Pedro 'Bibou' Pascal) are watching Narcos together. My sister: "We saw your Bibou." My mother-in-law: "Bibou naked !" My sister: "Yeah, he's hairy. Hairy Bibou. Yuck." Me: "Stop it."

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Drama king

I wrote this Dieter lil story before watching the Bubble, and I have to say, I really like Dee, he's a fool, but he didn't really hurt anyone in the show, just being a sweet idiot.

People were surprised to learn that Dieter Bravo was married. He wore so many strange accessories that no one thought this ring, among all those other rings, was a real wedding band.

People were even more surprised to discover that he had recently become a widower.

This terrible and sad news, however, was better received than the first, as fans were jealous, preferring their stars single and at the same time not understanding how a man like Dieter Bravo could find love while some of them remained desperately lonely.

Of course, this didn't mean they were happy that the poor actor had lost his wife, even though they knew nothing about her.

The only thing certain was that Dieter Bravo was devastated by this loss. He dragged himself around the sets like a lost soul, staying in his room to mope, slumped on his bed with his head buried in his pillow, when he wasn't looking at photos of his wife on his phone while crying.

"I miss her so much… It's been almost a month without her, it feels like yesterday. I feel like I'm reliving that day over and over again, I want to die."

"I'm sorry, Dieter, I really am, but maybe finishing this scene will give you something else to think about ?"

"I can't think about anything but her day and night. My heart is empty and dry. The passion is gone with my sweet darling."

"… We're going to take another fifteen-minute break."

Even though it was pure torture working with Dieter in this state, even more so than usual, for once he had a "good" excuse not to be focused, and no one could blame him, trying to comfort him, in vain. Nothing seemed to extinguish the despair of the poor man, who had loved his wife more than anything in the world.

He loved her so much that he had agreed not to speak about their relationship to the public or on social media, even though he loved to share everything, incapable of keeping a secret. But she clearly valued discretion, and he had respected that.

A huge demonstration of love for the great Dieter Bravo. His current emotional distress must have been even worse than the people around him could imagine.

Knowing the man well, it was already a miracle that he was able to stand up and leave the house in such a situation. When his agent dared to ask him if he needed a little time, his response moved the witnesses present.

"No. She wants me to continue. She told me. I promised not to hide in my bed, she wouldn't like that. Too risky for me."

Whoever she was, the woman who married Dieter was well aware of his old demons, and before leaving, she had wisely warned him about them, to avoid alcohol and drugs in his darkest moments.

Despite this promise and all his good intentions, the actor finally broke down just a few days later, found unconscious in a pool of vomit and rushed to the emergency room.

Unwilling to leave him alone, his agent and assistant stayed in the waiting room while the doctors attended to him.

They thought they had seen everything with Dieter and could no longer be surprised. Until a woman came to sit next to them, looking worried, stopping a nurse to ask about Mr. Bravo.

"And you are ?"

"His wife. You called me, I'm his emergency contact."

"Oh, yes ! Follow me."

She followed the nurse into the room, oblivious to the stares fixed on her, as if she were a ghost. Because technically, she had to be a ghost, since she was dead !

A thousand questions raced through their heads when they were allowed to come in turn, finding Dieter awake, crying as he held the hand of the woman who said was his wife, patting his shoulder.

"Thank you for taking him," she said, turning to them. "If he… I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't found him."

"You could have saved yourself a lawyer."

"Dieter !"

"What ? You're the one who wants to leave me… I'll never sign the papers, never !"

"I mentioned divorce once. We're on a break, I needed time to think, and you needed time to learn to be more independent. But I don't want you to be hurt or something bad."

"You're hurting me right now." he murmured, pouting.

"… But, she's not dead ?"

This cut the couple off in their exchange, as they stared at Dieter's agent, before the woman took a deep breath and yelled at her husband.

"You're telling people I'm dead ?!"

"What ?! Not at all ! I said you were gone !"

"Seeing the state you're in, people think I'm dead !"

"I'm wasting away without you, it's almost the same ! I love you, I need you in my life !"

"That's the problem, Dieter…" sighed the poor woman, who clearly loved the idiot, but still had limits like the rest of the universe. "You're like a baby koala. Adorable, but a little… a lot clingy. Tell me you're not here to get my attention."

"No, love. I promise. It was an accident, I mismanaged the dosage… I didn't mean to worry you. You're going to leave me forever now."

"Calm down, Dee. I believe you, breathe, I'm not going anywhere."

"You'll leave afterward…" he sobbed, taking her hand again. "I can do better, stay with me."

Seeing it was becoming too personal, the agent and assistant decided to leave them alone, even though they wanted to know if this story would have a happy ending.

The answer seemed obvious when Dieter Bravo returned to the set with a huge smile and spending all his downtime on his phone, hesitant to send a message to his wife because he missed her, but knowing he had to prove he wasn't addicted.

It was difficult to explain to everyone that he hadn't remarried, not at all.

In any case, if this was the actor's state during a simple break, no one would have imagined after the divorce, let alone if something really happened to his wife. It would be hell on Earth.

"I can't believe these people thought I was dead." she said when she came to visit him, greeted with a huge hug and a long declaration of love, without much reaction, probably because that was what happened whenever they saw each other.

"Me neither. I really just said you left, it's weird."

"Did you cry like you did in front of Paddington 2 ?"

"Hey ! It's a beautiful movie ! And… Yeah, maybe I was a bit sad."

"Just a bit ?"

"I told you, it was like you ripped my heart out and took it with you."

"Okay, I can guess why I was declared dead."

"Stop ! Don't say it again, or it might happen !"

"This isn't Beetlejuice, Dee."

"I don't care !" Dieter shouted, clinging to her, ready to fight the grim reaper if it dared come near. "You never know !"

And besides his wife, no one was really surprised by this attitude, perfectly normal for the great Dieter Bravo.

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So during my marathon, I saw :

The Bubble

We can be heroes

Triple Frontier - not until the end, too long

The Boys s3

The Boys s4 until episode 3

Fallout s1

Mister Wolff 2, never heard of that, this Braxton guy seems to be an idiot, I love it

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Catsitting for my sister, and she has NETFLIX and PRIME and I'm so watching all the things I can't see cause they never did dvd or bluray !!

Started with The Bubble, it's awful, I love it

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I get along well with my sister's boyfriend, and with his mother. I had the misfortune to tell her that I really liked Pedro, whom she really liked in GOT. So now I randomly receive photos of Pedro "Bibou" Pascal throughout the day. I'm not complaining.

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Family's eyes

Ah, our dear sweet fool is back with his wife. It's a bit short, but I hope you will be all happy to have news from Alfie.

(I'm not sure about my English. I'm very tired, this week was long, so I'm sorry for the incorrect words or sentences)

Alfie had a blind little cousin.

He often talked about him because he loved this cousin very much, a charming and very likeable boy who sometimes made him want to make an effort to be a better person, and also to annoy his business rivals during meetings, welcoming them blindly with an almost valid excuse.

Yet, the story of the 30 minutes in the dark a day was true. It was an exercise Alfie had followed diligently ever since he started donating money to the guide dog foundation, whenever he had time to settle down in a quiet place.

It would have made more sense to do it during various dangerous, complicated situations, like walking down the street or during a fight, but even though Alfie loved his cousin very much, he had certain limits.

The half hour therefore took place in the morning before leaving for the Bakery or in the evening, after a good meal, while he digested with Cyril sitting at his feet.

After a while, Alfie thought it wasn't really having any effect on him anymore. He mostly fought to stay awake until the clock told him he could regain his sight, not really putting himself in the shoes of a blind person, since he knew he wasn't blind.

Until his first revelation.

One Sunday when he decided to stay quietly at home, thus not being in a hurry and delaying the exercise.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Y/N's smile, by the door, watching him silently to not disturb his meditation, so silently that he hadn't heard her arrive, and so not expecting to see her.

"Food is ready, Alfie."

He had to blink several times, remaining frozen, staring at her like a mirage.

If the exercise had eventually become a more or less effective habit, opening his eyes to find his wife by his side every day always created the same surprise in him. Every morning when he woke up, but even more so now.

Alfie wondered then how he would react if he lost his sight and could never see Y/N again. Her appearance didn't matter, he didn't love her for that, or at least not only for that.

He would always have her voice, her scent, her skin. But to be able to admire her smile, see her eyes sparkle, to be able to know what she was thinking just by turning to look at her. If he had to choose between her and the sun, the choice would be quick.

"Stop it."

"Stop what, treacle ?"

"You're plotting something, I can see it."

"I gaze at the magnificence of my wife, wondering how to fill her with happiness, what a horrible plot it is."

"If it makes you sad, yes. Stop it."

If there was one thing Alfie Solomons wasn't around Y/N, it was sad. That feeling was reserved for when she left him in a corner.

At least, until the second revelation.

The fateful day he was forced to put the newspaper down, taking a deep breath to keep himself calm, before turning to face the movement to his right. He knew it was his wife, he knew it. She was talking to him.

But all he saw was a blurry silhouette.

"I don't know if it's worse than being blind," he muttered, wincing.

"What's worse than being blind ?"

"Being old. You married an old man, love. I can't see anything anymore."

She could have laughed. Honestly, in her position, Alfie might have laughed, before he'd experienced this hell himself.

Instead, Y/N, being a sweetheart, an angel, a good person without needing to close her eyes for 30 minutes a day, hugged him silently, then inquired about having glasses made for him, ignoring his protests.

For him, having glasses was like having gray hair or losing his teeth. The beginning of the end. Might as well shoot himself. He didn't count the use of a cane, since he'd had to have one since returning from France.

Besides making him look like a grandfather, and therefore weak and pathetic, which wasn't good for business, glasses wouldn't do any good, he said. If his vision was now crap, there was nothing he could do.

Like a sulky but still obedient child, he let himself be dragged to a man's shop in Camden, answering his questions with grunts, letting him take measurements of his head and check his eyes.

He decided to practice his daily exercise during the appointment, feeling the glasses being placed on his nose without reacting, continuing to accept the darkness while his wife thanked the charlatan for his excellent work.

Guided to the car, he kept his eyes closed, remembering why he didn't practice his session during commutes that made him want to vomit, until he reached his chair.

The smell of tea brushed against his nostrils as the moment of truth arrived. Something was gnawing at him inside, probably the possibility that it wouldn't work out, as he thought it would. But Y/N had so much hope that it had rubbed off on him. So he'd be disappointed not to see her, and disappointed for her that it was a failure.

"Hello, Alfie," she smiled proudly but tenderly when their eyes met, and seeing him freeze as he did every time he had the chance to rediscover her sweet face.

"… How do you manage to look more and more beautiful ?"

"Ah, maybe the lenses aren't right for your vision."

"They're perfect, like you. I need your secret, treacle, or you'll look ridiculous next to me, shriveled and senile."

"You're not old."

"I can see perfectly well. There's a mirror right there. I look just like my uncle, it makes me look ridiculous."

"It makes you look wise. Which will confuse everyone, because they'll arrive expecting to hear nonsense, and you'll be saying nonsense, but with such a certain air that they'll be lost."

"So cruel. I love you more than anything."

Alfie didn't wear his glasses all the time at first. His vanity meant he still wanted to be seen as young and crazy rather than old and wise. It was like those 30 minutes in the dark, but all day in a blur.

The glasses were reserved for reading, for times when his eyes hurt a bit, and around Y/N.

It reassured him when Thomas's turn came around, and then Alfie wore them more often. And if one day he lost his sight completely, he would be ready, at least as ready as possible, having had enough time to learn by heart every detail of his wife's face and remember it when she held his hand.

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Sun, home and babanas

Sometimes, often, I miss Vaas. Crazy sweet Vaas. So I try to find new stories about him, but I don't find a lot, and I don't find new ideas.

But I have this A/B/O for the one like me here, who also miss him.

Y/N had always thought that being a Beta was a very good thing in this world.

Her parents had been disappointed, because it was customary to have an Alpha as the first child. The future leader of the pack, a symbol of power and strength.

Less appreciated because they were weak and dependent, Omegas were still considered a blessing. More fertile, important for ensuring good offspring.

With a delicate, sweet scent, according to the descriptions she'd heard.

Because Betas didn't have as keen a sense of smell as the others. In the middle, knowing their place perfectly, they respected Alphas and protected Omegas out of instinct, out of obligation.

But this lack of a special gland also offered them something wonderful in Y/N's eyes : freedom.

There was no mate for Betas. Not someone whose scent would drive them crazy, who would become an obsession, even though they could be the worst bastard or the most boring woodlouse in the world.

No, Betas had the joy of courting by choice. They fell in love. They had multiple partners, without it being seen as a problem, until one day they might find the right one, or decide they were just fine alone. Arriving on Rook Island, Y/N wondered for the first time if her Beta status was such a good thing.

Of course, the pirates didn't even look at her as they captured her and the others, fascinated by the Omegas they had managed to bring back to their camp, and fighting the urge to touch them.

Clearly, their boss didn't want them touching the merchandise, let alone the Omegas. They were the most valuable, after all. Y/N was still a woman, which could be interesting on the black market, but a Beta didn't sell that well. There were billions of them, nothing extraordinary.

So it was likely she'd be killed if she wasn't handed over to the pirates first so they could play with her a bit, for little compensation.

At least, that was the hope of several of them, who spent their days in front of her cage, explaining what they would do to her when Vaas realized she was no longer useful.

From what she understood, Vaas was an Alpha. Highly respected, feared, he didn't need to be present for his orders to be followed to the letter, and that was why she was still in her prison with the other women and the Omega males, intact, receiving water and food.

"I wonder which one he'll take this time. All bets are off !"

To thank him for doing such good work and knowing how to keep his men in check, Vaas's employer allowed him to take a toy from his finds once a month. He could take whichever he wanted, do whatever he wanted with it, for as long as he wanted, then throw it to his pirates or the sharks.

He often took an Alpha to torture them. He loved that. He wasn't much kinder to the Omegas, whom he never kept for more than a few days before abandoning them in the middle of the camp.

He had never taken a Beta.

As for the others, they would either be sold, offered to the men, or shot directly in the head, since death awaited them no matter what. Y/N didn't want to die, but the latter seemed the kindest option.

When she saw him arrive, she didn't immediately realize that this guy was Vaas. Smaller than most of the pirates, a little less muscular, he wasn't imposing enough for her to think 'Alpha of the pack'.

Then he'd yelled like a maniac at one of them, Benny, because he'd done his job poorly, before shooting another in the leg because he'd injured one of the Omegas. No one had moved, heads bowed respectfully, trembling, and then it had been clear he was in charge.

"Well, well, here's our current selection," he sneered, kneeling in front of the cage. "I could decide by flipping a coin. Close my eyes and point. Take the sexiest one. Or…"

Clearly, this Vaas had a problem. One moment he was violent, then with a huge smile, joking with everyone, and suddenly he was serious again. Stopping mid-sentence, he grimaced as he sniffed the air.

His eyes scanned the prisoners with more interest. It was clear he'd spotted an interesting scent. Y/N felt sorry for the poor chosen one, certain it was one of the Omegas.

Until Vaas's gaze fell on her. His green eyes were intense, dark, devouring.

"… Carlos, open the cage."

Really, she didn't understand at all when he approached her, paying no attention to the others, pressing his nose against her neck to breathe her in like a madman. But he really seemed demented, that was a good explanation.

It was strange to have him against her, one hand holding the back of her head, the other on her shoulder, but without ever hurting her. Before finishing his little inspection, he ran his tongue near her ear, purring.

nnnnn"You. It's you," he declared as if it was necessary.

It was, because his men hesitated in front of the cage, looking at Vaas, then at Y/N, lost. Not counting the money they'd just lost on their bet, they wondered if this was really their boss's choice.

"Uh, boss, I don't know if you noticed, but she's a Beta…"

"So, Luis ? Are you closed-minded ? Are you judging me ? No ? Then you shut the fuck up and bring her to my hut, now !"

The hut was quite large, consisting of a closet, a bed, and a bathroom with a window. Left alone for a few minutes, Y/N could have tried to escape, but she was too scared. In any case, she would then have had to flee the camp undetected, and then the island. If she had accepted her fate in the cage, she would have to accept it here.

Vaas seemed rather surprised to find her standing in the middle of the room. The Alpha was probably expecting her to hide, cry, or do something ridiculous that would amuse him. She was going to die, but with dignity. No way he was going to entertain him.

"Wow. With that proud look, you almost look like an Alpha," he declared, closing the door and pressing his back against it, biting into a mango. "Exciting. Hungry, Mira ? Thirsty ? Sleepy ?"

"No, thank you."

"Hmm, beautiful, proud, and polite. I like that. But stupid. You shouldn't refuse these kinds of offers, you never know when the proposer will feel generous again."

"I won't beg."

"I see that. Cute. I wanted to be nice, but if this is your thing, querida, then let's go."

He was fast. Y/N hadn't anticipated this. In fact, she hadn't anticipated anything, only knowing that she wouldn't be cowardly or weak. She still screamed when he picked her up, trying to wriggle free by kicking him, hitting him on the head, scratching his back, but there was no harm in pinning her to the bed, his body weight on top of hers, and holding her wrists with one hand.

At that moment, she thought it was over. He was going to beat her to death for disrespecting him, and she'd be buried on the beach, if she was lucky.

But then he started sniffing her again, purring like a kitten against its mother's belly.

"Why do you smell so good, huh ? I asked Carlos, for him and the others, you smell like earth, salt water, sweat, and piss. And, yes, I smell all of that too, but Nena… That sweet smell. I've fucked tons of Omegas and none of them smelled that sweet. Except you're not an Omega, so what's your secret ?"

If she'd told him there was nothing, Vaas probably wouldn't have believed her. Yet, it was the truth, she didn't know what he was talking about. No one had ever told her she smelled special. A simple Beta, nothing more.

The most obvious answer was that with the number of drugs this Alpha seemed to be taking, plus his little mental problem, his nose must have stopped working properly. The scent he smelled on her existed only in his sick mind.

There was also the tiny, absurd possibility of true mates. A legend for children. And for psychopathic Alphas, obviously, since Vaas was staring at her with shining eyes and a wide smile.

If she couldn't make him hear the truth, she could have lied. If he thought they were mate, then maybe he wouldn't hurt her. Maybe Y/N could get out of this hell. Too bad she's a shitty liar, and not that brave.

"… I don't smell anything in particular."

"Really ? Oh, but corazon, you haven't smelled me yet, that's why. So much information out there, that's why I wanted us to have a little privacy."

"I don't smell anything at all," she insisted.

"Hmm. You're not lying to me? I don't like liars. I don't really like Omegas either. They're great in bed, but they're manipulative little assholes, using their charms to try to fuck me. Like my dear sister. You swear you're not some little Omega asshole who takes pills to hide your pedigree ?"

"No, I'm a Beta, I…"

"Great !" Vaas crooned, leaning even closer to her, his face practically pressed against hers. "Sniff me. Come on, sniff well, and tell me you don't smell anything."

It was pointless, but at the same time, it certainly wasn't a good idea to upset him, so Y/N obeyed, turning her head so her nose was as close as possible to his skin.

First, she smelled tobacco. Alcohol, drugs, blood. Even with a less developed sense of smell than an Alpha or Omega, she could count the multiple layers, with sand, sweat, powder, cum, the sun.

The sun ?

She paused for a moment on the sun, that warm, pleasant, comforting scent that seemed to spread through her. Behind it, she smelled coconut, river water, home…

Still with his huge smile, Vaas forced her to stay in place as she began to stir again, frightened by what was happening.

With a hand that seemed intended to be reassuring and loving, he stroked her cheek, murmuring words of comfort.

"It scares me too, Nena. But you feel it now, don't you ? You feel like you were made for me. All this time, I've been waiting for you, without even knowing it. I'll take care of you, you'll see. I'll be the best Alpha."

"No… No, please, no," Y/N sobbed, overcome by the need to hold onto him.

"I know. Shh, shh, shh. Love is difficult. You have to get used to your palace, it's normal. You'll be like a queen here. It's good you're not an Omega. You're not like her, and my idiot men won't be tempted to touch you. They know they'd lose their balls, but some are truly stupid. You're perfect."

He let her cry, as if he didn't really see her crying or understand why, even though he rocked her like a child until she calmed down.

Then Vaas offered her water and food again, before leaving her to sleep. He proudly placed a kiss on her forehead, murmuring that he was truly a gentleman, before leaving the hut to return to his work.

"We just met, amor. I never sleep on the first date, except with whores."

And when he came back with flowers and bananas, smiling continuously like a teenager in love for the first time, Y/N thought that being Vaas's Beta wouldn't be easy, but it could be worse here.

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Why it's not a bad thing if Lucy doesn't choose Harry? A short essay.

I may be wrong, since the movie hasn't come out yet, but what I see in the trailer is good old "logic versus feelings."

Harry is the logical choice. He's perfect. Handsome, kind, rich, intelligent, romantic. An unicorn. No reasonable person could resist him (unless he's hiding something we don't see in the trailer ?). He's so perfect that he's still single because he can't find "the one."

John is the ex-boyfriend. The odd choice, then. Because they've tried before and it didn't work. But they know each other. They loved each other. They've had good moments, beautiful moments. And maybe deep down, depending on the reason for their breakup, Lucy still loves him.

Sometimes, the logical choice isn't the right choice.

Maybe the story with Harry, completely perfect, will make Lucy realize that this isn't what she wants or needs. Because her heart is already taken.

And it would be wrong to stay with him because it would be the logical choice. Bad for her, who would be unhappy, and bad for him, who might end up realizing that she doesn't love him.

She could also not go back to John, but at least now she knows what she's looking for in a healthy and stable relationship based on her past experiences. They could all end up with someone else, or no one and be happy while single because that's also possible.

Or they could be a threesome.

Or Harry could be with John.

In short, as long as they're honest with themselves and with others, it's bound to be the right ending.

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A friend is going to New York. Me: "Honey, I want some Pedro Pascal stuff. Or Pedro Pascal himself." Her: "Lol, I'll look, but what ?" Me: "Just kidding, I don't know, I don't even know what you can find there."

Americans pals here, you who know New York, any store addresses ? Please ?

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I'm excited to see Materialists and Fantastic Four: First Step. But if I had to choose… I'm more excited to see Fantastic Four. Weird because I'm not a fan at all, I never really liked that comic, but even though Harry 'the Unicorn' Castillo seems wonderful, I have a real soft spot for smart nerds. I want Reed to talk to me about stats and math for hours.

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In His Claws

My first Kraven story. I have several in stock, inspired by the movie and the video game. I like this character; he has a lot of potential. I'm sad to think we might not see him on screen again.

No one escaped the Hunter.

Everyone who had heard the legend of Kraven knew that and trembled with fear, knowing the fate that awaited them when he came for them.

Y/N hadn't heard the legends, since she wasn't part of the criminal underworld and therefore had no reason to be on his list. And she wasn't.

Y/N's case was different. Because Sergei Kravinoff didn't consider her prey to be killed. On the contrary, she was one of the most important people in the world, along with his brother. The woman he loved, whom he had sworn to protect and cherish, and so she normally had nothing to fear from him.

If we were to talk about facts, he had never physically harmed her. Quite honestly, Y/N couldn't deny that Sergei was the sweetest man she had ever met. It was amusing, given his reputation with his enemies. But with her, he was more like a big, affectionate, purring cat, clinging to her whenever he got the chance. Those moments with him were fantastic.

If she focused only on the positive, there were many rare qualities in her lover. Protective, attentive, kind, polite, intelligent, terribly handsome. Most of her needs were met.

All except one. Freedom.

When Y/N had agreed on a whim to move into Sergei's "house," lost in the middle of nowhere. Aside from a few wild animals that might have been tempted to devour her if they didn't have so much respect for Sergei, it was a true slice of paradise. For a vacation, no doubt. Maybe not to live there all the time.

It took a few months for Y/N to start feeling caged. She could call her family and friends, but the signal was poor, not to mention the time difference, which complicated things a little.

The solution was to travel, and quickly, there was clearly a slight problem.

"This is going to be difficult. I have to go to Australia, then China, and soon Spain."

"… And ? That's actually good news. I'm staying with a friend while you work. You come and pick me up, and we'll be home together when you're done."

"I don't really like the idea of ​​leaving you alone."

"Wait. You want me to come with you ?"

"No, it's too dangerous."

"But… You just said you didn't want to leave me alone."

"Yes. That's why you can't leave. You'll be safer here; I know no one will come and hurt you. I wouldn't be able to concentrate thinking about something happening to you. But we can go see your family afterward."

"… Can't I go out if you're not here ? Is that what you're telling me ?"

Sergei didn't seem to see why she was angry at all.

As far as he was concerned, he wasn't stopping her from doing what she wanted, she had every right to come and go on his land, and if she wanted to leave, he wasn't going to tie her to their bed. However, he wasn't going to give her directions to the nearest airport either. He only told her it was over a seven-hour walk away.

He had remained calm the first time she tried to escape. He refused to call her that, since she wasn't his prisoner, visibly injured and lost when facing Y/N's cries and screams. Singing his mother's song, he focused first on her injured feet, giving her something to drink and preparing a bath to warm her up, before kissing her forehead.

"You need rest."

"I need to go home."

"But you're home."

"Sergei… I don't want to stay here. Please."

The other attempts ended the same way, and Y/N finally gave up, quickly realizing that the forest obeyed the Hunter and that she stood no chance on his playing field.

That didn't mean she was completely resigned. It was difficult to fool Sergei Kravinoff. As if he could read minds, he was always several steps ahead of his opponents.

Except Y/N wasn't an opponent, she was the love of his life. So he seemed to have more trust in her, letting his guard down slightly. Keeping his promises, they sometimes returned to Y/N's hometown so she could see her family and friends, like Sergei who sometimes went to see his brother Dmitri. Clever, she let several chances slip by so he wouldn't really suspect anything. Until the day she managed to escape his surveillance, disappearing into the crowd.

She'd been hoarding cash for a while so she could sleep in motels, take the bus, and avoid detection until she was as far away as possible.

Her plan still had plenty of flaws, though, she knew. As soon as she gave her name or used her phone, Sergei would track her down, and she'd have to do it at some point.

A simple way to resolve the situation would have been to call him and tell him it was over. She didn't want to be with him anymore, he had to leave her alone. But forgetting the possibility he might refuse this separation… Y/N didn't want to leave him.

She was quite happy with Sergei, she loved him very much. He just needed to understand that he had to change his behavior and stop worrying all the time.

"I have good reason to worry." he sighed, sitting on the bed of the hotel room where Y/N had found him after leaving the bathroom, throwing a slap at him that he didn't dodge before yelling at him.

"Why ? I'm not stupid, I know how to defend myself. You should trust me."

"I trust you, love. It's the others who are vile and sneaky. They could use you to get to me, do things to you… I don't even want to think about it."

"But I'll be careful. Hire someone to watch me from afar if that makes you feel better."

"I don't trust anyone with that."

"Sergei… Don't make me hurt your feelings."

"After looking for you for two weeks, fearing the worst ? I'd like to see that, darling."

"… You're doing to me what your father did to your mother."

The great Kraven the Hunter froze then, his body completely rigid and his blue eyes fixed on hers, as he considered what she had just said, and all that those words implied.

He had told her how much he loved his mother, how much his father had made her suffer until she could take it no more, and that his worst nightmare was to become like him.

"… I'm not like him."

"Listen. I know you don't have the same motivations. But the result is the same, Sergei. I'm losing my mind, I feel alone, I can't take it anymore."

It was quite sad to see him stand up and stare out the window, wondering if she was right, if he'd ended up being like his father, the man he despised most in the world, doing to her exactly what he'd sworn never to do to anyone he loved.

He was a control freak, that was undeniable, it was in his nature, but there were limits he had to accept so as not to hurt Y/N.

"… I'll find a solution," he murmured. "I'm sorry."

"We'll figure it out together, I'm sure of it."

Sergei's solution was to put trackers in all of his partner's belongings. Absolutely everything: clothes, bag, phone. He also programmed the world's systems to track her as soon as she appeared on a surveillance camera. Unable to trust someone who could betray him, he suggested she get a pet, a defense and attack type, that would sort of take his place when he was away.

"Like the adorable snow tiger that tries to eat you at the slightest opportunity ?"

"She just wants to play, she knows her place. The proof is, she never attacks you, she respects you. Maybe you…"

"Sergei," she sighed. "I don't think they'll be thrilled at the airport." "Unless you take a private jet."

"No. And I'm not sure I'd like that you put trackers in all my things. Are you going to chip me afterward ?"

"I won't lie, kitten, I've thought about it, but it would be a bit extreme, not to mention insulting. Self-defense techniques, with the rest, should be enough."

"… You have thought about it ?!"

"But I'm not going to do it," Sergei repeated very calmly, once again not understanding why she was angry.

The first time she went out alone was to see Dmitri, knowing that there were plenty of cameras at his house for his protection, so she could complain about his brother's absurdity, knowing he'd hear everything.

This didn't shock Dima, and if it did shock Sergei, he didn't react when she came home, taking her in his arms as always, purring because he had missed her.

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i dont want to go to work tomorrow i dont want to leave my bed i dont want to try another day im tired and i dont know what to do anymore