#I'm a gypsy at heart

[oldsoulgunsnrosesgirl]

What’s Your Ancestry Comment Below

I Have Native American And Irish

But I’m 100% A Guns N Roses Fan And A 80s Rock Girl🤩😍

[ceirinen]

December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

To the end of the world | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Tommy, the teddy bear | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Emergency surgery | baby!Tommy Shelby Fanfiction | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Anon | Alfie Solomons

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

[dyns33]

Family honor

So Alfie x Y/N Shelby wife will be a little series now

There were several differences between a Gypsy wedding and a Jewish wedding.

The most obvious being that gypsy marriage was not recognized by anyone except gypsies.

But if it wasn't celebrated, you could walk past a priest, a rabbi, an imam or the fucking King himself, to live for years with the same person, under the same roof, with children, that would not have the slightest importance for the gypsies.

Alfie Solomons muttered several times that none of this was kosher, but he respected all the rites and traditions of Y/N's family. Even drinking alcohol, he who hated having a foggy mind.

"Already quite foggy the rest of the time, love. But if your savages of brothers insist…"

“The savages insist.” John said, giving him a whole bottle of whiskey.

“I can’t believe this asshole is going to become one of us.”

"Oh, Arthur, I'm touched that you accept me so quickly into your heart."

It took several people besides Tommy and Y/N to stop them from killing each other, when they were completely drunk.

Then they insisted on walking together in the horse field, the older Shelby brother ending up giving his blessing before falling asleep under a tree, making it clear that he would slit Alfie's throat if he did not treat his beloved little sister correctly.

The wandering jew left him to return with the others, who were dancing and singing. A perfect wedding, completely normal.

If he was offended when Y/N told him that the Jewish marriage was practically the same, he didn't show it, just made a strange sound with his nose.

There may have been less alcohol, and it was legally recognized, but the rest was a gathering of a lot of loud people, not speaking English, jumping around and congratulating them on their union.

Y/N, however, quickly noticed the biggest difference between gypsy marriage and Jewish marriage.

Although they had been a little surprised and worried by her choice of husband, her family had decided to give a chance to Alfie Solomons, whom they judged solely because of his actions. The rest didn't matter in the slightest.

With the Camden community, it wasn’t so simple.

“Your lovely wife is going to convert ?” an old woman asked, although it sounded more like an order than a question.

"Ah, frau Aldermann. It is true that I am such a pious man myself, it is a very important subject that my wife and I have talked about a lot. Isn't that right, treacle ?"

“Good, good.” sighed a man, patting his shoulder, not seeming to understand Alfie's sarcasm. "This is very important, especially for such an admired member. Perhaps your mother was of Jewish parentage ?"

She could have replied that she had not really known her mother, and therefore even less her family, but her husband saved her from this discussion, which he considered ridiculous, by inviting her to dance.

A true act of love, for him who hated dancing, in addition to suffering terribly because of his back.

It didn't take long for her entire family tree to be dissected in every way. The old harpies of Camden were like all the harpies of London.

The fact that she couldn't answer their question was almost a good thing. This mystery made it possible to say that if we could not verify that she was Jewish through her mother, we could not verify that she was not either. And everything always went through the mother.

The deplorable past of her father and the Shelby family could then have been forgotten.

The problem was mainly that her mother was not Mr. Arthur Shelby Sr. wife, which made Y/N a bastard. A gypsy bastard at that.

Even when she didn't understand the language, she guessed that people were talking about her. These looks and these laughter, she knew them well. Her brothers had suffered them when they were younger, before they used their fists to silence the ignorant and conquer Birmingham.

But she wasn't in Birmingham. Her brothers were not there, and it was her husband's kingdom.

Alfie wasn't the last to comment on gypsies.

"You know, I expected to have to sleep in a caravan for our honeymoon. It would have been terrible for my back, I don't know if Thomas took pity on us or if his petty posh side is to be thanked."

“They had a tent for us, but Finn threw up in it.”

"Fuck off, love. You're kidding me !"

“Then we would have danced naked around a fire asking the moon to give us happiness, health and above all a lot of fucking money.”

"… Yeah, you're totally kidding me, you little rascal." Alfie said, mock irritated, pulling her in for a kiss.

He didn't seem to notice that every little word spoken against her family and their traditions was beginning to weigh on her.

At least it was never completely mean when it was him. Almost innocent, full of prejudice and stupidity, but not crossing certain limits.

The rest of the community was not so kind. Many had not appreciated that the King of Camden, such a prized party, war hero, respected gangster, charming man, ended up with a girl like her. It must have been business, blackmail, or black magic.

There was no other possible explanation.

For several months, she decided to be the reasonable adult, remaining calm and polite, taking the blows as best she could. Tommy had taught her how to do it.

He had also taught her the pride of gypsies. Honor.

So there came a day when she was walking through the bakery, and some of the employees made a little joke about stealing and fortune telling, laughing like the idiots they were.

Normally, she would have ignored him. But Y/N was exhausted, and Polly's voice repeated in her head that no Shelby would ever allow themselves to be treated like this, so before they had time to react, she grabbed the hair of one of them, placing a knife to his throat.

"Tell me another joke about gypsies. Then I'll tell you a joke about Jews. Then I'll kill you."

The boy squealed, calling to his colleagues for help with his big, frightening eyes, but no one dared to move. Because they knew she would go faster. And even if she wasn't moving fast enough, she was Tommy Shelby's sister and Alfie Solomons' wife. Literally untouchable.

"Come on." she whispered in his ear. "Make me laugh. No ? No more jokes ? You're going to play the victim. It's funny, people who complain about being mistreated, then do exactly the same thing to others while thinking they're superior. You're all the same."

She didn't comment on the puddle under his legs, nor the little cry of panic when she released him.

Everyone stood still, watching her leave, and when she met Ollie's gaze, she knew she had just made a mistake. She only proved that she was indeed the savage they all described, the bad person.

Alfie probably wouldn't be happy when his right hand man told him what happened.

He did indeed seem to be in a terrible mood when she found him waiting for her in the living room, sunk into the sofa, indicating that his back was hurting badly, but that he would refuse to talk about it.

"Come, love, have a sit. Come on, sit down here."

Not wanting to act like a child, she remained silent as she took a seat in the chair he indicated to her.

This was obviously not what he expected, because he didn't speak either, staring at her intensely, hands crossed, displaying a small pout.

“Do you want to tell me what happened at the bakery today ?”

“Why ask if you already know ?”

“I would like your version.”

"I threatened to slit the throat of one of your workers and disrupted production. Do you want to spank me ?"

"Tempting. Why did you want to slit his throat ?"

“Unimportant.”

"Unimportant, uh ? Unimportant, love ? Because Ollie came to tell me that some guys were talking bad about me wife."

Groaning slightly, Alfie stood up just enough to push a piece of paper and pencil in her direction onto the table between them.

"Names."

“Alfie…”

"I want the names, treacle. I've already gone around the bakery telling everyone that insulting me wife and her family was insulting me, and I don't like being insulted. Names."

“You always make fun of gypsies.”

"Wrong." he retorted, holding up a finger as if that proved his point. "I do it when your brothers are around, because Thomas can be a little prick, and it's hilarious to see Arthur react like a mad dog. But I have nothing against gypsies. Lovely people. The proof, look at you. And look at me. The two most wonderful creatures our communities could spawn, right ?"

Despite all her strength, Y/N couldn't help but smile, which seemed to please her husband. He then placed his victorious finger on the paper, insisting on names.

If she had shown mercy by not cutting, this would not be the case with the wandering jew, king of Camden Town.

No one insulted his wife. No one looked at his wife badly, no one criticized her, no one tried to take away from her, no one thought of her with bad thoughts.

“Not even you ?” Y/N asked with a mischievous smile.

"Not at all. Now you brought up spanking. You brought it up first, love, not me."

“My brothers would be furious to hear that you beat me.”

"Don't tempt me, I can spread false rumors all the way to Birmingham just for the thrill of them all running here, and finding us…"

“You’re the one who deserves a spanking.”

"Ungrateful wife. Threatening me, under my own roof, when my back is killing me and I have just condemned half the city for the love of her."

The Shelbys never knew about their sister's difficult first months in Camden. Tommy noticed that he seemed to be treated with a little more respect when he walked the streets, but neither Y/N nor Alfie talked about what had happened before this outpouring of acceptance from the community.

On the other hand, Arthur noticed marks on his little sister's neck, and he tried to strangle Alfie, even after realizing that it wasn't what he thought, because it wasn't really better for him.

And Solomons reminding him that he was his brother-in-law didn't help at all.

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

Izzy's biggest regret and the tattoo we didn't get to see 🥺 ❤

From the stream with Con O'Neill, Kristain Nairn and Gypsy Taylor ❤, 11.3.2024

Kristian reading a question: To Con, 'Does Izzy have any regrets?', do you think?'

Con: Yes. It's a great shame we didn't do Season Three because the emerald ring would have got its story told, and I'm not going to tell it here, but there is...

Kristian: That's a bit cruel.

Con: The regret is that he never allowed himself to fall in love completely. He always stopped himself from falling in love, and he would have been a great love, Izzy, but the couldn't ever release himself enough to do that. So I think that's a great regret, and I think it's made more extreme by seeing Ed falling in love and how that complicated as it is, changed Ed. So, yeah, that he wasn't able to fall in love is Izzy's great regret.

Gypsy: Now you've just broken everybody's hearts.

Kristian: Yeah. Everyone's crying all over the world.

Con: All over the world. I can heart them sobbing. I will write a book called The Emerald Ring.

...

Con: There is a tattoo that none of you ever saw.

Kristian: I love that.

Con: Which I will.. which Debs did brilliant. My makeup designer, Debs. We came up with the name of somebody in Izzy's life - that was all attached to the emerald ring - and we had it tattooed on his wrist every day with some cut marks, scabs, scars. And we were toying with the idea, revealing it towards the scene with Izzy's death, but we never got to do it. But that was the only tattoo you never saw. That and the lashes on his back, which I don't believe you saw very clearly.

(we have a bts photo of the scars)

(🖕fucking stupid Zaslav for axing the show🖕)

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Opium

This was another request from Wattpad

⚠️Warning this imagine talks about depression, unkind/derogatory words, attempted suicide, mentions making themselves sick and someone else making them sick (not in detail)

YN Shelby has always been the quietest of all her siblings. She keeps to herself, typically reading a book alone in her room. Because she's so quiet she doesn't have many friends and at school is often bullied. This is why her brothers have always felt the need to protect her.

Recently YN has been acting more quiet than usual, so much so that Ada her elder sister voiced her concern during a family meeting where YN wasn't present.

For YN life sucked. She was smart, good with words and numbers, but a push over. Finally the words her classmates tell her, she starts to believe, 'your ugly' 'fat' 'gypsy scum' and so much more.

One gloomy evening YN was walking home from school by the cut when some of the boys in her class run up to her

"Look here she is" one of them laugh "so when will you get married off?"

"Naaa no one will want her. Tommy will have to pay thousands to get someone to marry that" YN tries to ignore the comments, hugging her arms closer to her body

"At this point you may as well just kill yourself. Hey why don't I help you?" the boy takes YNs arms and starts pushing her

"What are you doing?" YN panics

"Oooo she speaks, thought you were a mute" the other boy says before pushing the young girl into the cut.

This became a daily thing until the day she snapped. YN had had enough. So she bunked off school pretending to be sick, of course Aunt Polly wasn't having any of it until after YN ate her breakfast and pretended she was going to throw up so ran to the bathroom, knowing her aunt will be behind her, YN made herself throw up. Polly kept her off school and when the house went quiet YN snuck out of her room and into Tommys looking for one thing in particular. Opium.

YN had heard about some people passing away after taking it and so she decided to try.

Tommy is the first to arrive home from a long day

"YN?" he shouts knowing his little sister is unwell. Not hearing a response Tommy makes his way up the stairs and into YNs room. But when she isn't in bed panic starts to set in, he know YN wouldn't have just pretend to be sick for no reason. Exiting her room he sees his bedroom door open. Frowning he makes his way into his room. Looking around nothing seems to be missing, that is until he notices the draw at his bedside table is slightly ajar

"Shit" he shouts opening up the draw and seeing that his opium is missing. Getting up he starts running around the house trying to find his sister. Finally he finds her pale, clammy and passed out in the bathroom "YN? YN I need you to wake up" Tommy shakes his sister "please love" he checks her heart rate, it's slow but there. Her lips have a slight blue tinge to them. Tommy has seen this before. After the war many soldiers used opium to kill themselves, but because of this  he knew how to help. He needs to make her throw up. Bracing himself he sticks his pointer finger and middle finger down her throat to make her throw up.

YN wakes up feeling comfortable and warm. Confused YN opens her eyes and sees a very stressed looking Tommy and Polly

"What...?" YN coughs. Her throat feeling sore

"Shhh" Polly rushes over and sits on the sofa next to where YN is lying with blankets covering her "thank god your alright YN"

"What we're you thinking?" Tommy scolds

"Thomas"

"Why? Why feel the need to go take my opium and hurt yourself"

"I'm sorry Tommy"

"Tommy why don't you go and get YN a drink eh?" without a word Tommy walks to the kitchen

"He's mad"

"He was scared YN. We all were, but Tommy has got a point. Why?" YN just shrugs her shoulders. Tommy walks back over to YN and helps sit her up. She takes a sip of water which helps sooth her throat a little

"I thought I'd lost you YN. Your upset, I understand but no mater what war that's going on in that head of yours means you do what you did"

"But you use opium every night to sleep" shocked Tommys eyes widen. He didn't realise that she knew that, if he did he would have been more carful

"I'll make you a deal. I'll stop if you promise to never to something like that again. You talk to me if somethings wrong"

"Ok"

"So you going to give me the names of the kids who've been bullying you?"

"How do you?"

"Finn heard some kids laughing about pushing you in the cut"

"I..."

"You don't have to tell us anything yet. When your ready" Polly takes YNs hand in hers and gives it a little squeeze. For the first time in a long time YN doesn't feel alone. She's never been alone and never will with her family around her.

[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-fifteen

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: To be honest, I'm not too sure about this one and I even wanted to get another update out, but the day got away from me. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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Arranged Masterlist

I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the open suitcases at my feet. They lay scattered across the floor and I had a shirt tightly grasped between my fingers. I felt frozen as I did the best I could to toss it into the suitcase but failed. With every thought of leaving, I realized that I didn’t have anywhere to go. 

My parent's place was still a crime scene and I had sold my old place. The only place I could call home was here, Bucky’s. But even then, it didn’t feel like it. 

I did a quick glance at my phone, wondering if I had a text from him, but sighed when there were no new messages. It had been a couple hours since our fight and there was a part of me that thought he would have chased me back, apologized, and told me the truth; about everything. 

The deep purple marks around my wrist caught my eyes and I began rubbing it, hissing at the slight pain. 

“Asshole” I grumbled to myself. 

“Who’s the asshole?” 

I jumped from the bed, quickly to my feet, and felt my heart pace quicken at the man in the doorway. Even with the small smile on his lips, his eyes were still filled with sorrow. 

“Hi,” I breathed. 

Bucky pointed to my wrist. “Does it hurt?” 

I hesitated to answer because of the way he looked at me, regret now clouded his iris’. 

“A little,” I admitted. 

Bucky sighed before nodding towards the empty suitcases at my feet. “You’re really leaving?” 

I gave him a half shrug. “Would you even care if I did?” 

His own shoulders slumped. “Of course I would, doll.” 

“Sure,” I nodded. “That’s why it took you two hours to come back home after I left?”

“I had some things to take care of,” Bucky informed. 

Don't say it. Don't say it. 

“Hm, did this happen to deal with Natasha?” 

Fuck. 

Bucky let out a deep breath while pinching his eyes shut. “Y/N, please.” 

“Please what?” I shrugged. “Did you know she was going to be there tonight?” 

He nodded, not missing a beat. 

“I could say the same thing about Walker.” He returned back. 

I bit my lip, knowing he was right. 

“The differences between our exes being there tonight was that I had no clue John was going to show up,” I defended. 

Bucky ran a hand through his hair and motioned towards the bed. “Can we talk?” 

I knitted my brows. “Are you going to tell me the truth?” 

“I can’t,” he sighed. 

I turned swiftly on my heels and walked into the closet, ripping down all of my clothes and tossed them into the suitcases. It wasn’t neat by any means but I didn’t care. The faster I packed, the faster I would leave Bucky. 

Even if I had begun to fall for him, I refused to let myself stay in a marriage with secrets. Ever since I was little, I watched the kind of marriage my parents had together and vowed to have something exactly like that. 

“Y/N,” Bucky said as he did his best to get in the way to stop me. 

“Why should I stay, Bucky?” I questioned, stopping briefly. 

He shrugged. “Because.” 

I scoffed. “That’s your reason? ‘Because’?” 

Bucky lips parted, wanting to speak, but I ignored him. The only words that would come out would be another excuse as to why I needed to stay or why he couldn’t tell me the truth. 

“You’re such an ass, you know that right?!” I asked after throwing a large pile of clothes into the suitcase. 

“How can you stand there and continue to lie to me about everything?” I emerged from the closet; another large pile of clothes being tossed at my feet. 

“Do I not mean anything to you?!”

I tossed yet another large pile, however, I didn’t realize that not only was I grabbing my clothes but I began grabbing Bucky’s as well. I had been so engrossed in yelling at him that now I wasn’t even packing, simply making a mess. 

With a jacket gripped tightly in my hand, I stared at Bucky who stood there like a statue, not moving or speaking. I raised a brow to urge him to say something, anything. 

Not a single word came from him. 

“God! You infuriate me so fucking much!” I screamed as I threw the jacket at him. 

His vibranium hand caught it before it even grazed his face. I stared at him dumbfounded at how quick his reflexes were. 

“The serum,” he informed me. 

I scoffed. “Of course.” 

The jacket fell from his hand before he stuffed them into his pants pockets. “Are you done?” 

“Excuse me? You’ve got some fucking nerve,” I snarled throwing the next closet thing I could find. 

He caught the pillow before throwing it back onto the bed. “You’re starting to piss me off.” 

“GOOD!” my voice bellowed. 

I hastily grabbed the pile of clothes, throwing it all towards him. He merely stepped out of the way, the clothes raining down to the ground. 

“Stop throwing shit,” Bucky demanded through gritted teeth. 

I ignored him and went to toss another round of clothes but he was two seconds ahead of my actions. Bucky had me pinned up against the wall, hips locking me into place. But for added measure, he had also pinned my hands above my head with his flesh fingers. 

“Let me go,” I writhed in his grasp. 

A hiss fell from his lips as he felt our hips press deeper together. 

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to toss you onto the bed, rip your clothes off and fuck the attitude out of you.” Bucky groaned into the crook of my neck. 

A moan fell from my lips at the image of him doing exactly that. 

My actions halted, accepting defeat. 

We stared at each other, and Bucky reached for my chin, cool vibranium fingers dragged along it. 

“Are you going to leave?” He questioned. 

“Are you going to tell me the truth?”

I ignored his hypnotizing gaze, not faltering. 

“I’m afraid,” he admitted with a deep breath.

My face softened. “Of what?” 

Bucky released my hands and ran a hand over his face. “You leaving.” 

A soft chuckle fell from my lips. “I’m already thinking of leaving, Bucky. But that’s because you’re not telling me everything.”

“I don’t want you to think the worst of me, Y/N.” Bucky swallowed hard, eyes glossing over with tears. 

I gently cupped his cheek, my thumb grazed over the hairs. “Why don’t you let me decide that?”

There was so much uncertainty in his face and I could tell that whatever he was keeping to himself was heavy, something that he wasn’t divulging for my safety. While I appreciated Bucky trying to keep me safe, I thought the best way to do that was to tell me what he had been hiding. 

“Please?” I begged. 

With a deep breath, Bucky nodded and reached for my hand. “Come on.”

I didn’t say anything, simply linked our fingers together and let him guide me out of the room, down the stairs, and down the hall towards his office. Steve was already sitting on the couch, hands clasped together. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

Bucky motioned to the spot next to Steve to sit and I obliged. 

Steve gave me a small smile. “Bucky thought we both should be the ones to tell you about the serum.” 

Bucky was leaning against the front of his desk, legs stretched far and arms over his chest. Next to him on the same desk was an open briefcase, six vials of blue liquid nestled tightly inside. 

“Is that it?” I asked while pointing to it. 

Bucky nodded. “It’s taken Steve and I years to perfect the formula, to make it exactly like the ones that we have running through us.” 

“What does it do?” 

Steve spoke next. “We have super strength, rapid healing, and super hearing.” 

“Why did you guys do it?” I wondered, my gaze jumping between the two of them. 

The two men shared a look and when Bucky nodded, Steve pulled out a picture from his pocket and handed it to me. 

A gasp sounded from me as I recognized the two men in the picture; except they didn’t look like they do now. 

Bucky didn’t have as many muscles as he does now and he was clean shaven in the photo, not an ounce of hair on his face. 

But what really shocked me was Steve’s appearance in the photo. He was a lot shorter and so skinny. I could trace my fingers over his ribs. His hair was shorter and just like Bucky, no hair on his face. 

“You two?” I asked. 

Bucky nodded. “Steve was the first one to be injected.” 

My eyes fell onto him, who kept his locked on his hands. I placed a gentle hand on Steve’s knee which forced him to look at me. 

“Why?” 

He shrugged. “I was tired of looking like that. I wanted to be like all the other guys that the girls couldn’t stay away from.” 

My heart hurt at his words. Steve was a very attractive man, even in this photo. 

“Why did you do it?” I asked Bucky. 

“It was the only way I would have allowed him to do it,” Bucky said. “I wasn’t going to let Steve do it alone.” 

Even with the circumstances, I smiled at how good of a friend Bucky was to Steve. But there was still a part of this entire thing that I was confused about. 

“Why did you create it? Does it expire or something?” 

Bucky hesitated. “You said you wanted the truth, right?” 

I nodded. “Please.” 

“I wanted to create an army, be the best group in New York,” Bucky admitted. 

My shoulders slumped. “You created this serum to put fear in other mob gangs so they don’t mess with you?” 

He nodded. “Anything to survive, Y/N.”

“I’m guessing Dr. Banner was the one that created it for you?” I asked. 

Steve nodded. 

“And Stark wanted what with it exactly?” 

Bucky spoke next. “He thought it would be a great thing to sell on the black market. He’s been after me for years in order to get the formula. Tried everything.” 

Something clicked in my head and suddenly felt so guilty. 

“Natasha?” I wondered. 

Bucky nodded with a slight smirk. “Stark thought that if he sent her to work me over that I would give up the formula.” 

“You didn’t?” 

He shrugged. “She’s not really my type.” 

There was an intensity behind his eyes as he looked at me, slowly rolling his tongue over his lips. I felt myself get hot in my spot on the couch the more he gazed towards me. 

“I feel like an idiot for assuming there was something between the two of you,” I admitted. 

Bucky extended a hand towards me and I accepted, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. 

“I’m sorry for earlier,” he lifted my bruised wrist to his lips, peppering kisses over my skin. 

My body began to tingle all over at the sensation. 

“There’s something else I want to know,” I said with a soft voice. 

Bucky nodded so I continued. 

“What happened tonight with your worker, Jason?” 

His body went rigid in my grasp and with the look he tossed over my shoulder towards Steve, I knew what they were silently saying to each other. 

“Please don’t lie. I saw you take a gun from your safe earlier,” I said. 

Bucky’s hands were placed on my hips and I could feel his chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took. 

“Steve found out that Jason was trying to sell the serum on the street for some extra cash,” Bucky informed me. 

“Why did you take the gun? To scare him.” 

He shook his head. “This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to sell it.” 

I gulped. “What did you do to him?” 

“I had too, doll. I couldn’t let him risk everything that I worked so hard for.” Bucky said in a hushed tone.

“So you-,” the words fell off, me not being able to finish the sentence. 

Bucky softly nodded. “I killed him.” 

My blood ran cold and the color drained from my skin, realizing my fear of what happened had been proven to be true. I knew who Bucky was when I was forced into this arrangement but hearing him confirm what was always rumored about him made me question everything yet again. 

I stepped out of his grasp and began taking a few steps back from him. There was an unreadable expression on his face as he continued to watch me walk farther away from him until the back of my knees smacked the couch, me falling onto it with a soft ‘oomph.’ 

Steve, who was still seated there, went to reach for me but I smacked his hand away. The noises of their breathing and the fireplace crackling with warmth was drowned out with the static of my brain as I did my best to comprehend what Bucky had admitted. 

The revelation of him creating this serum to make an army of super soldiers meant nothing to him revealing that he killed someone. 

“Was he the first?” I asked, voice breaking slightly. 

Bucky didn’t say a word, only placed his hands on his hips. 

He didn’t need to say anything though. There was always that thought in the back of my mind that he had killed before but I never wanted to think of it or even believe it. 

“I don’t understand,” I shook my head with confusion. “Why did you have to kill him? Couldn’t you have fired him?” 

Steve was the one who spoke next. “No, he knew too much. It was the only choice.” 

I shook my head yet again, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “He was just a kid, right?! You didn’t have to fucking kill him!” 

“Doll,” Bucky started. 

“Stop!” I snapped. “Stop trying to work your way back into my heart with that sweet name. Every time I think we work past something, I find something out that fucks everything up!” 

I was on my feet with a start and my hands shook at my sides, with either rage or shock I wasn’t too sure. My chest began to constrict, the air getting caught in my throat and as the room began to spin, I stumbled over my feet. 

“I don’t feel so good,” I muttered while squeezing my eyes shut. 

“Y/N, sit down,” Steve tried to help me back onto the couch. 

I smacked his hands away. “I need some air.” 

I didn’t make it far, however, before a dark cloud encased over me and the last thing I heard before I fell to the ground was Bucky calling my name. 

[cocoathekoala]

Hello everyone! This is the first fanfic that I’ve written in like 7 years so I'm a little rusty. This fanfic is just a simple one. I’m trying to write more and I would appreciate any feedback and/or help. If you have any sort of storyline you would like me to write I will do that!! Every week I will run a poll on what I should write. Reader's choice is what I’m deciding to call it. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy it! <3

997 words and about 2 days of writing

Surprise!! Angel and David fanfic. (Angel pov)

Angel returns home after 2 weeks of being gone while visiting family.

I'm anxious and lost in thought on my flight back to Dahlia. During my entire trip, I just kept wishing David was there with me but he couldn’t escape from work. “3 hours,” I thought as I looked at the clock on my phone. “3 hours until I’m back in his arms again,” I thought with a smile. Those 3 hours felt like 16. I just wanted to be with him again and my back hurt from those horrible plane seats. As soon as the plane landed, I got out of it as fast as possible. I sprint over to the baggage carousel. I get there and don’t see him..yet.

The baggage carousel turns on and bags start flooding out. I check my phone, anxiously to see if he texted me that he was there. Nothing. I sigh and continue to scan around the airport. I see my bag before I see him. I grab my bag off the carousel and turn around. I feel my heart do a backflip and there I see him. Flowers in hand, leather jacket, a smile on his face. I immediately let go of my bag, ran, and jumped into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, threw my arms over his shoulder, and hugged him as hard as I could. “HI” I yelled loudly. He laughed, wrapped his arms around my waist, and hugged me back. “Hi angel,” he said, setting me down. “These are for you,” he hands me the flowers and then plants a deep and passionate kiss on my lips. “Thank you! They’re beautiful.” I say as I kiss him back.

It’s around 4:30 in the afternoon, in the middle of spring when the flowers on the hills of Dahlia bloom just right. The windows are down in the truck and it's about an hour's drive back from the airport to the house. Fleetwood Mac is playing and the smell of spring flowers is everywhere. The best part is that I’m sitting next to the man I’m going to call my husband in a few months, singing Gypsy. The sun is just bright enough that we have to wear sunglasses. I can’t stop staring at him. “How did I get so lucky,” I think to myself. “You staring at me, weirdo?” he says. I chuckle, “I missed you so much.” I say placing a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he won’t take his eyes off the road. “I missed you like hell, angel,” he says back, taking his hand off the wheel, squeezing my leg, and putting his hand back on the wheel. I let out a sigh and stuck my hand out the window, taking in the scenery. “What should we do tonight?” I ask, still looking out the window. There's silence for a moment. “We will figure that out when we get home, just enjoy the ride. The flowers are the most beautiful this time of year,” he says, turning down the radio. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes smelling the aroma of flowers and David’s cologne.

As we pull into the driveway I open my eyes and look at the clock. 5:30 the clock reads. “We’re home already?” I say looking at the house. David chuckles as he opens his door and hops out, “Yep. You fell asleep.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and also hop out of the truck grabbing my things. “Here let me take that,” David says as he grabs my suitcase. “Thanks, Davey,” I say as I plant another kiss on his lips. “You’re welcome. Let's head inside.” He says kissing me back. We walk up to the door and as David is unlocking it I feel like I can hear whispering and moving around coming from inside the house. “Are there people here?” I ask looking up at him. He opens the door without saying anything. “You go first,” he says motioning his arm to inside the house. I look at him confused, “Did he not hear me or is he ignoring the question?” I think to myself. I shrug and walk inside.

As I walk inside I turn on the light and people jump out from what seems like everywhere. “Surprise! Welcome home!!!” everyone yells out. “Oh everybody is here!” I say looking around. There’s a sign above the TV that reads ‘Welcome home!’ a little overwhelmed by the love I’m receiving I can’t help but start to tear up. “Thanks, guys.” I force out, my voice cracking. “What’s wrong?” Tank looks at me concerned. “Oh, nothing! I’m fine. Sorry, I’ll be right back.” I walk to the bathroom wiping tears off my face. I walk into the bathroom and take a deep breath. I hear soft footsteps coming up to the door. “Angel? You okay baby..?” he knocks softly on the door. “I open it. “Yeah, I'm okay, Davey. Just a little overwhelmed.” I smile softly. He walks into the bathroom closing the door behind him. “What's going on?” He says bringing me into a hug. “You know, for those two weeks I didn't feel a single ounce of love until I got to call you,” I look up at him, “all they do is fucking fight. With me, with each other. Everybody is always fighting. It’s overwhelming to come home to so much love when I don't feel it with people who I'm supposed to call my family.” I sigh and back up. “It’s nice to be in a place where I know that I’m wanted.” David sighs, “Everybody in this house will always want you, even when it feels like no one could.” I start to tear up again, “thank you.” I kiss him. “Now there are a bunch of people out there waiting to party,” I say taking a deep breath and walking over to the door. “I’m ready when you are, Angel.” David says. “I’m ready.” I smile and open the door.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/26-27/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Great Big Cow Band; Leslie Jones; Vico Ortiz; Guz Khan; Kristian Nairn/Con O'Neill; Rachel House; David Jenkins; Watch Parties; Kudoboards; Trans Day of Visibility; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Never Left - Podcast; We Need to Be a Lighthouse Pixel Art; Articles; Supportive busineses; love notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika;

First of all, tonight I wanted to say thank you, I received so much love yesterday when I cancelled the recap. I still haven't gotten to respond to all the messages, although I promise they are coming! Thank you for giving me so much love, it really meant so much. The last few days have been rough on me personally for various reasons (not because of the recap) so I appreciate all the love, it got me through the day! 😭🫂

PS: This is going to be a Long Post is Long so I'm gonna throw a break in here so I don't kill all your feeds!

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

So many Rhys Sightings!!!!

Source: Rhys' Instagram

== Great Big Cow Band ==

For those of you not already aware, Rhys' son Finn's band Great Big Cow debuted in New Zealand yesterday! Rosie posed a picture with commentary on being a proud band mom!

Source: Rosie's Instagram

== Leslie Fucking Jones ==

Are you in New York, NY? Wanna see Leslie Jones in person? She'll be at The Comic Strip at 1568 Second Ave. (between 81st and 82nd st) on March 30, 2024 at 8 pm! For tickets call 212-861-9368!

== Vico Ortiz ==

I can't remember if this has been announced before, but just in case, Vico will be at the Phoenix Fan Fusion May 24-26 2024! Get tickets at Phoenixfanfusion.com! Source: Vico's Instagram

= Guz Khan =

Samba's keeping our friend Guz Khan hyped! If you're in Los Angeles (Apr 24) or New York (Apr 26) you can see Guz Khan in person! For more info visit @guzkhanofficial

== Con O'Neill / Kristian Nairn ==

Con and Kristian together again 😭 Con O'Neill's Instagram

== Rachel House ==

Photo shoot with Rachel House for DenizenMagazine/SundayMag! Just some fun pictures of one of our pirates! Source: Rachel House's Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

I ran out of image slots so took a screenshot, please visit @ofmd-ann's post here.

== Watch Parties! ==

Join SaveOFMD crew for another watch through of These Thems! It's free to watch on youtube!

When: March 28 7:30pm GMT/ 3:30 pm EDT / 12:30 pm PDF Who: Via SaveOFMD Crew On Socials Hashtags:

#CoolPirates

#SaveOFMD

#TheseThems

== Kudoboards Reminder! =

Thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS! The rest of the Kudoboard's will close on the 31st. 

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Vico Ortiz

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Gypsy Taylor

Kristian "Wee John Wondays" Nairn!

Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

== Trans Day of Visibility! ==

Save OFMD Crew is celebrating Trans Day of Visibility on the 31st by highlighting trans and nonbinary creators, activists, cast and crew, and allies as well! Wanna celebrate someone? You can use this graphic by @snejpowa and give a well deserved shoutout! Please use #CoolPirates! Trans/Nonbinary creators-- please us the hashtag to promote your platform! Save OFMD Crew will give a you a boost!

== Fan Spotlight ==

= We Need To Be A Lighthouse! Pixel Art! =

Our dear @blueberreads is back to having heart palpitations with Alex Sherman and Samba sharing their latest pixel art vid on Instagram! Congrats <3 Want check out the whole amazing video? Visit any of these places! Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction! =

Are you ready for another episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction? The podcast is available on Spotify below! This week is The Steddy Hands Episode!

= Never Left! =

Another episode of the Never Left Podcast is up! The third part of Beautiful Princess Disorder is up! Please visit their Linktr.ee to check out their new episode!

Art Source: @AmysBirdHouse Never Left Instagram

= Cast Cards =

More of our extended cast from @melvisik! I'm behind a few days so lots at once, with our beloved, gone too soon, STEAKY! John Bartholomew / Widow Ellen Conroy / Steak Knife

== Articles ==

Not specific to OFMD-- but it's about Rhys' son's band!

== Supportive Businesses! ==

So I ran out of room for images! So I'll to make a separate post for this, but Bank Square Books in CT put together a really cool list of books they'd recommend to various OFMD Characters. Obviously we've got some crew members on their staff! Even cooler, they do book bundles so if people are interested you can get lots of books for reasonable prices! OFMD Character Recommended Book list (note this link doesn't include which characters they're recommended to, you can check out their twitter link for the images / recommendations per character)

Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies! @blakbonnet was kind enough to explain to me the little lovely letter game going on here on tumblr, and I think it is the coolest and sweetest thing! 😭😭😭 I'm trying to participate too but i'm gonna be a little slow! Sorry for the delays! Today got away with me!

But seriously, how damn awesome are all of you sending love like that!?!?! You're just opening up and sending and receiving love, and I feel like it's 100% what we all need right now (and helping some folks normally nervous to get some love!). It's just incredibly heartwarming, and I wanted to say how happy it made me to see it.

This post is getting insanely long so I'm gonna cut off here tonight, but I wanted to share something lovely our lovely Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian shared on IG. -- I adore all our mutual weirdness and imperfections and there's no other people I'd rather be weird and imperfect with than you all :) Good night and good day lovelies!

Original Post / Ruibo Qian's Instagram

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's gifs suggestion submitted by @brainfugk ! As you can see, the theme is "Shake Weight"... and "ARMS". Src of twitter post that was sent my way was: @snejpowa (I pulled tumblr gifs cause I wasnt sure how to transfer them from twitter, sorry for any confusion!

Darby Gif courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome

Taika Gif Courtesy of @nero-in-a-petticoat

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Tommy Shelby

1. “I know he’s the one you’re getting married to, but he’ll never love you like I do.”

Can do, love!

Your expectations for your wedding day were simple. You expected it to be beautiful, with maybe only the smallest of hiccups to endure. You expected the flowers to arrive on time, the bridesmaids to perhaps squabble over whose hair your kindly auntie sorted out first, and you expected that the Spring day might bring a little rain shower or two.

The last thing you expected was the arrival of Thomas Shelby to your parent's front door.

"Dear bloody god," you sigh, hearing his voice echoing through the house as he reasons with your uncle, your parents already at the church. "Not today. Why did he have to turn up today?"

"What are you going to do love?" your auntie asks, placing a loving hand on your silk robe-covered shoulder. "Doesn't sound like your uncle is getting through to him."

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before standing. "If he wants to waste his time waiting around for me, then so be it. He's two years too late."

Forcing a smile to your face, you attempt to wall off the flood of memories rushing back to the forefront of your mind, remembering the warmth of Tommy's arms, the width of a smile you knew he saved only for you. You remember it all, him teaching you how to ride upon the backs of gypsy horses, afternoons out in the car to the countryside, and long nights of sublime bliss within the comfort of his bed.

"Help me into my dress?" you speak, your voice a little pinched. Your auntie goes to state the obvious, but instead smiles sadly, kissing your cheek before fetching the lace and taffeta gown from its hanger. Once dressed, you smile at your reflection in the long mirror, picking up your bouquet of yellow roses and exiting.

Your uncle approaches, his face pensive. "He's still outside, flower. Said he wouldn't leave until he'd seen you."

Nodding, you lift your gown a little higher, save it from dirtying on the pavement once you step from the house. "He can see me, but I don't have a word to say to him."

However, once you've stepped from the house, out to the waiting Austin 10 motorcars dressed with white ribbons, seeing him sends a pit hurtling through your stomach. Those stormy blue eyes captivate you just as much as they always did, your feet rooting you to the spot. While your bridesmaids jump into the second car and your auntie and uncle into the first, you will your legs to move once more.

He has you just as stuck as you were two years ago, until you finally made the decision to walk away.

"You look beautiful," he tells you, his statement prompting you to balk.

"I know." Your mouth pinches in annoyance, knuckles tightening with the force you begin gripping your dress with. "You have a nerve, turning up here on my wedding day."

He nods, dropping his gaze in acknowledgment of your statement, a frown creasing his brow. "I know, sweetheart. I know I do. But I couldn't let you go through with it until you at least hear what I have to say." His hand reaches to stroke your cheek, and it tips your fury. Not because he does it, but because you do not pull away.

"Tommy, I'm marrying David," you state firmly, tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“I know he’s the one you’re getting married to, but he’ll never love you like I do.” He pauses, and you see it in his eyes, the earnestness, the love. It pulls at your heart more strongly than you bargained for. "Let me make it up to you by loving you for the rest of my life. Don't marry him, darling. Come and marry me."

The tears trickle down your cheeks, the wants and desires within your heart and head clashing in battle, your pulse amping as your stomach turns. You inhale a deep, cleansing breath, soothing the war of emotions within, reaching to stroke his cheek before kissing it.

"You're too late." Your thumb strokes over the cut definition of his handsome face, smiling through your tears. "Take care, Tommy."

Walking away from him takes everything you have, but as the car spirits you away, you don't look back once. Even though you know you left a little piece of your heart there with him.

[fancyfeathers]

The Abduction (Yandere Childe songfic) (Normalized Yandere AU)

This is inspired by a song in Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, The Abduction, which is basically saying goodbye before eloping. I highly suggest you listen to it either before, during, or after reading

Listen here- The Abduction

Everyone raise a glass!

Whoa!

Your family and close friends have all gathered, here in your family’s home late at night for there was no other time you could do this if you did not want to be seen. You loved your homeland of Snezhnaya but to say you loved its customs would be a lie. You hated the toxic relationships that were encouraged, some of your childhood friends you haven’t seen since your school days for they have been swept up by their “lovers” and are archons knows where. To think this sort of behavior was normalized disgusted you, and most days you thought you would never let yourself fall in love… well until now that is…

Well, comrades

We've had our fun

Lived, laughed, and loved

Friends of my youth

When shall we meet again?

I'm going abroad

Here you stood with your family, friends, and fiancé, a young man from Fontaine who shared your points of view. He had come here to Snezhnaya to study the arts, he was an actor, a sensitive fellow but he was kind and had the most pure heart you have ever seen. The two of you were friends at first and over time that evolved into more which leads to where you are now. You stood here in your family’s home, about to runaway and elope, but not running from your parents, running from your homeland. Your parents knew of your love and thought it to be wrong to deny their child the same love they had for one another. 

Goodbye, my Gypsy lovers

All my revels here are over

Well goodbye, Matryosha

Kiss me one last time

You hugged your friends, the last ones you had, as you finished your last drink together. You were not drunk, no that would not be wise for what you were about to do. The occasion was joyous for you all were celebrating a wedding, a marriage, a union. But with the spirit joy in the room you could not deny the sorrow that was there, you were saying goodbye to your family, unsure of when or if you would meet again. See before he left for Liyue you and your fiancé had caught the eye of one of the Tsaritsa’s harbingers. Neither of you had an interest in him, but neither of you doubted the promise he made to the both of you. “I am sure that when I return our families will be more than excited for our wedding.”

Remember me to Steshka

There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Wish me luck, my Gypsy lovers

Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So with the word of La Signora’s death, you two knew that you had to leave Snezhnaya before the harbingers returned for her funeral. Your father had the sleigh and horses prepared, a wedding gift from him. Your mother had a travel dress made for you that resembled a wedding dress since you wouldn’t be having a traditional ceremony at all. Your sisters had gifted you and your fiancé furs in coats in cloaks so that you would not have to run back into your parents arms from the cold but rather your fiancé wrap you up in the cloak and carry you to the sleigh, a Snezhnayan tradition.

Goodbye, my Gypsy lovers

All my revels here are over

Well goodbye, Matryosha

Kiss me one last time

With a hug and kiss from your father and mother you felt the fur of the cloak hit your shoulders, you knew it was time to go. Your father opened the door for you two, revealing the snowy landscape of Snezhnaya and he spoke three simple words, both with happiness, sorrow, and a tinge of fear in his voice. “Never look back.”

Your felt your fiancé sweep you off your feet, carrying you outside, wrapped in the cloak. You may hate your country’s traditions but this is one you truly loved, because it was a sign of true love. Here tonight you are leaving for Fontaine, a place that may not be perfect in its thoughts of love but nothing could happen to you there, not with your future husband by your side. Your fiancé set you in the velvet seat of the sleigh, and he sat next to you, taking the reins in his gloved hands. With the flick of the reins, the two of you set out into the Snezhnayan countryside, not stopping your travels until you reached the streets of Fontaine.

Remember me to Steshka

There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Wish me luck, my Gypsy lovers

Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

The next morning, at your family’s home, Fatui guards came along with an all to familiar red haired harbinger, wearing a fur cloak of his own. He knocked upon the door and a moment later your little sister answered, her face smiling at first, remembering the joy from the night prior but it quickly faded at seeing the harbinger in the door. She stepped inside, inviting him in, worried for what may befall her next. Your family took a risk in adding your escape from Snezhnaya and they knew that risk, but they knew that Ajax was not heartless, at the very least he would keep your little sisters safe and unharmed. Your sister ran upstairs to keep an eye on your other siblings as your mother stepped into the front entry.

“They aren’t here, Childe.” Your mother said, looking the harbinger dead in the eye. She tried to give the impression that he wasn’t afraid when in reality she was terrified. “They said goodbye last night.”

Here's to happiness, freedom, and life!

May your travel be swift as a scythe cuts through the grass!

There was a dead silence for the longest moment, before the harbinger smiled at your mother. “Is that so? Well I’m sure they’ll return from their travels very soon after they hear what happened to her father.”

Your mother’s eyes went wide in shock and horror, your father had not even left for work an hour ago. She couldn’t get a word out as her mind began going a million miles per hour but everything she thought of led her to one answer, Ajax already knew of your twos escape. 

May your sorrows be counted and numbered as many

As drops of wine and vodka that stay in my glass!

“I have some gifts for your daughters, dolls and toys from Liyue. My own siblings like them quite a bit.” Ajax said, gesturing to one of the Fatui guards that came in with him, carrying quite a few gift boxes. “I’ll go give them their gifts and then we can talk about where my two любовники have run off to over some of the tea I have gotten you as well. We can discuss wedding plans, after all the Tsaritsa is thrilled to hear about one of her harbinger’s wedding.”

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

Ajax didn’t even let your mother get the chance to respond before he took the boxes from the guard and made his way upstairs, leaving your mother alone with the guards. She stumbled into the living room, collapsing into her arm chair where you used to sit at her feet as she braided your hair and told you stories when you were a little girl. She burried her face in her hands and sobbed, she could only hope that you listened to your father’s words, never look back.

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

Всего хорошего

На посошок

Поехали

[elisysd]

Gold Rush Masterlist

Sequel to Cruel Summer (Charles Leclerc x OC), can be read independently

Prologue

1.Guess my childhood is over

2.Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

3.We are invincible, we are unstoppable

4.Vultures spinning up above for what's left of me

5.They say it's bad karma being such a heartbreaker

6.If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

7.Maybe together we can get somewhere

8.I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

9.Personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

10.Way down we go

11.That's why I'm lying to my therapist

12.You could be my luck even if the sky is falling down

13.Lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide

14.I could be so sweet if only I were naive

15.Burn, crash, romance, I’ll take what I can get from you

16.And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

17.I’ve been thinking way too loud, I wish that I could block me out

18.And if the storm is hitting I'll try to keep you steady

19.Ask me what I earned from all those tears

20.All I know is this could either break my heat or bring it back to life

21.Sleeping's so tough you're burning up my mind

22.It's a love story baby just say yes

23.Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's araid to get too close

24.But there's a shining in the shadows

25.I'll be there till it all feels so big, till it all feels so small

26.I’ve been feeling everything from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth

27.Take the moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid.

28.You've got a friend in me

29.Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again

30.Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?

31.I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

32.Maybe there's nothing after midnight that could make you stay

33.You're scared of love, well, aren't we all?

34.Don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demons hide

35.Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer

36.And what hurts the most is people can go from people you know to people you don't

37.Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?

38.What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around?

39.And I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you

40.You know I'm afraid of change, guess that's why we stay the same

41.How long can we be a sad son 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

42.If to change is what you need you can change right next to me

43.I tell myself I'm good, but I'm falling apart

44.Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

45.Lean on me when you're not strong and I'll be your friend

46.I'll be late, but I could make it all up to you

47.I wanna be better, I wanna be new but I can’t be those things next to you

48.Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

49.You said that you needed space, go on then, astronaut

50.I trace the evidence, make it make some sense, why the wound is still bleedin'

51. Heaven knows I should let go, it’s nothing that I don’t already know

52. Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned

53. You’re blowing through my mind like the hurricane

54. Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

55. Take a heart and take a hand, like an ocean takes the dirty sand

56. I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect but don't you give up on yourself

57. Lately she's been dressing for revenge

58. Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end

59. I don't ask for much, gimme love

60. But I promise you this I'll always look out for you

Epilogue

BONUS CHAPTERS

Our first christmas

A trip to Bali

My place is yours 

We want you to be their godparents

Double trouble

Marry me?

A bold move

My favorite enemy

It’s not you and I anymore

Not this fucking family

[fondofcowboys]

here's my very all over the place feelings on certain aspects of baldur's gate 3 as a romani immigrant. warnings for spoilers of course. mind you i have not finished the game yet!

1. i really can't believe there aren't more people talking about the very blatant racism in astarion's questline. im quite sure it's because the game already touches on it, even giving you the choice to call astarion a racist, and also because everytime we roma talk about anything that makes us uncomfortable we're immediately shunned and "well actually!"'d.

the problem is that it feels Extra icky because the man who was the inspiration for the original dracula, Vlad the Impaler, kept romani slaves. this is the ONLY part of vampire history that, no matter how different the media, will always stay relevant for some reason.

castlevania has the seekers, a nomadic group of magic users who pass their history down orally. while they are *mostly* treated well, the first arc of the show literally shows them being hunted out of town for the simple act of existing.

vampire the masquerade... well.. that's an entire other can of racism worms.

curse of strahd has the "vistani", a nomadic group of people who are treated like third class citizens everywhere they go, and are of course, most known for being tarot readers and drunkards.

the vampire diaries have the "travellers", who get called "gypsies" explicitly as a derogatory word by other vampires.

i want you to take any vampire media you enjoy and ask yourself, "is there anti-roma racism in this?". i guarantee you, if you look for it, you're going to find it. for SOME reason, the only thing that stays consistent with all these different vampire IPs, is that romani people are hated and scrutinized at every moment of their lives.

i MORE than understand that astarion's racial insensitivity is part of him. it's part of what makes him malleable by the player. you can help him understand why he's wrong, or you can lead him down a worse path.

i still reserve the right to feel some sort of way about astarion sacrificing fantasy-romani children for power, willingly. don't get me wrong, he's my favourite character, right up there with halsin. which is why i obviously have so many feelings about this.

(yes, the Gur were written inspired by romani people, if you were not aware)

2. the anti-immigrant sentiment is such an inherent part of the story that i did not think was going to stick around for SO long. i dont really have much to say about this, i think i should've expected it. as a fan of dragon age (i know, tragic) i'm quite used to unnecessary fantasy racism everywhere i go, i just hoped it wouldn't be part of the main crucial story.

3. larian studios i am so so so thankful for the halsin romance. eternally. forever and ever. he's my pookie bear and i'm so grateful some extra time was made to create a romance for him.

can i ask you why the hell does halsin want to LEAVE. At The End. i've noticed how much he contradicts himself throughout his questline and i just... I don't know. i've seen some other people complaining about how non-chalantly he talks about being a sex slave and i understand too, but i think it's part of his character to not take the horrible things that happened to him seriously like he does with others. that, or someone at larian took an unknown substance that led them to make halsin Very inconsistent.

with the poly situation, some people are strictly polyamorous! some people are strictly non-monogamous and do not feel comfortable being in a monogamous relationship. i understand the frustration everyone, but that's how halsin is. i dont know if that was the writers' intention, but that's certainly what he comes across as to me; strictly non-monogamous.

what i DONT understand is why he says he only wants you, calls you "my heart", is so fondly and lovingly attached to you, and then he just.... Dips? Whatever. I'm ignoring that part forever. it's not canon to ME!

anyways. yeah. feel free to Engage in some Friendly conversation. emphasis on friendly, for the love of g-d

[unboundprompts]

Yellow Prompts

-> writing prompts from songs that feel yellow. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"You make my heart beat like the rain." - Electric Love by BØRNS

"I wonder why I love you like I do. Is it because I think you love me too?" - I Wonder Why by Dion & The Belmonts

"Put out your cigarette and kiss me on the lips." - 1983 by Neon Trees

"Keep your throne, it's all you want and all that you'll ever know." - This Bird Has Flown by The Ghost Club

"I wouldn't change you if I could." - Spiderhead by Cage The Elephant

"I can't seem to untie the rope she's got wrapped around her finger." - Gypsy Woman by Anarbor

"I'll make you feel alive with me." - Love Me Blind by Thick As Thieves

"Every day is just rewind and replay." - Record Player (with AJR) by Daisy The Great, AJR

"I don't think that I could be the one that you want me to be." - Run the World!!! by Dayglow

"Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him?" - Sugar, We're Goin Down by Fall Out Boy

"You're a smart guy by skin but a dumb one at heart." - Yr the Best! by carpetgarden

"With friends like ours, anywhere is home." - Another Night On Mars by The Maine

"I could spend a lifetime sitting here talking." - Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray

"You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note." - Stupid for You by Waterparks

"Maybe this is the result of me finally accepting that I'll be alone forever." - Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears In Trees

"Sometimes I try to be somebody I'm not." - Sad Forever by Anthony Amorim

"I don't want any more heartbreak. I'm tired of the sound it makes, like trying to shut out the dark at night." - Somebody by Jukebox The Ghost

"Tomorrow, we'll be the authors of our lives." - Tomorrow (feat. Jason Lancaster) by Set It Off

"It's sad to know that we're not alone in this." - Brave as a Noun by AJJ

"How can I be a black hole and your favorite constellation?" - Numb by Waterparks

"Keep your sunny days. Leave us in the rain." - Mulberry Street by Twenty One Pilots

"I will never be less than what you want." - Favorite Liar by The Wrecks

"You're here for a reason but you don't know why." - False Confidence by Noah Kahan

"Life gave us lemons, so we made lemonade and we spiked that shit with vodka and gin." - As a Villain by Dallas Thornton

"I thought you knew me truly." - Variations on a Cloud by Miracle Musical

[shelbystales]

Honor and Blood - Part Twenty One

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts here:  1 -  2  -  3  -  4 -  5 -  6 -  7 -  8 -  9 -  10 -  11 - 12 -  13 -  14 -  15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff

A/N:  Please comment and interact. tell me what you think! it means a looot to me if you do!

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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Towards the end of the day, your father returned to the camp. His steps were heavy and weary, reflecting the weight of the events of this day. 

As soon as he saw you sitting on the steps in front of his caravan, he gave you a tired smile, hidden behind his orangey-red beard.

"Long day?" you asked.

"Yes," he replied, kinda down.

"I think we need to talk," you said, getting up.

"Sweetheart, I..." he began, but you interrupted him by gently placing a hand on his arm.

"Maybe not here, Dad? Let's go inside, make some tea, and we can have a calm chat," you suggested, looking into his tired eyes.

He nodded, letting you guide him into the caravan, where you brewed a cup of tea for each of you. Sitting at the table, you looked at him with a concerned expression.

“So what were you up to today?” you asked him, handing him the cup “I expected to see you at the meeting” 

“Had a lot of problems to deal with,” he sighed, taking a sip of the tea. The weariness in his voice was evident.

You reached across the table and placed your hand on his. "Dad, I know things are tough right now. I know it’s hard to see past the bad things, but we have to. We have to look forward to the future. If we lose hope in the future then we have nothing else to live for"

He looked at you, a mixture of admiration and sadness in his eyes. "When did you become so clever, hm?" he gave you a shy smile, and you smiled back 

“I gave it a lot of thought today,” you shrugged. “You know how my mind is, it never stops. And I figured that, if you don’t want to be a part of it, you don’t have to. I know that the ones who wanted to remain connected to our roots already left, to warmer places, but there is still a part of the group that wouldn’t mind staying in the woods. We can divide ourselves. A part can remain here, under your guidance. while the other part can stay more connected to the city duties, like the shop” 

“I don’t want to divide the group, y/n. If we do anything, we do it together” he said and you nodded 

“Then we have to be on the same page. And perhaps I should let you know that, in the future  I… I want to live in the city. I love the woods, the camp… I do… But city life is exciting, it’s challenging."

He nodded, absorbing your words. His eyes were on you, studying you just like he does with his enemies. Your heart raced a bit under his focused gaze.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, his expression softening. “I figured that would happen. Just didn't think it'd be this soon,” he managed a tired smile. “You gotta do what's right for you,” he said.

“Nah, that's not the answer I'm looking for. It’s not just about me, Dad. I’m still a Sinclair. Our family’s interest will always be on my mind," you said with determination, mixing your decision to embrace change with your loyalty to your roots. 

He smiled, "You've always been strong-willed, just like your mother."

You grinned, feeling a mix of emotions. "I learned from the best, you and her" you said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He took another sip of his tea, his gaze distant for a moment. "I just worry, you know? That Shelby kid… he might have the best of intentions, but nothing can guarantee you won't be collateral damage to his problems” he said and you smiled, his voice didn't carry any anger towards Tommy, he mentioned him like he would anyone else.  

“Nothing ever guaranteed I wouldn't be to yours” you said, making him take his hand away from yours. his grip on the cup tightening “that’s why you taught me how to defend myself.”

"I just want you to be safe, that's all." he said, his gaze distant, his voice cold. 

“Right,” you said, your tone slightly skeptical as you observed his posture and response. You noticed his grip on the cup tightening, a sign that something was bothering him more than he let on. "Are you going to tell me what you did today that was more important than us?"

"What?" he asked, his tone defensive.

"You didn't come to the meeting, Dad. They were afraid, they needed us," you pressed, your voice reflecting your concern.

"I told you. I had problems to deal with," he replied, his voice a bit curt.

"What problems?" you asked, your tone firm and inquisitive.  

You saw right through his evasiveness and tried to maintain your patience, but frustration was building within you.You were determined to uncover the truth behind his absence. You leaned forward, your gaze locked onto his eyes. 

"Dad, we're a family. We should be able to rely on each other, especially in times like these. But you're shutting me out."

He looked away, his jaw clenched. "There are things you're better off not knowing, y/n."

"Better off not knowing?" you repeated, incredulous. "You can't decide that for me, Dad! I deserve to know what's going on."

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "You don't understand, y/n. You don't know the kind of people I'm dealing with."

"Then fucking tell me!" you raised your voice, frustration bubbling over. "Tell me, so I can understand. I won't be kept in the dark like a child."

He turned to you, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you're so grown up now, huh? You think you can handle everything, hm? Well, you can't!"

"Fuck you. I’m helping this family more than you these days!" you shot back, standing up as well, your emotions flaring. "If you won't share with me, fine. That’s your problem. But don't expect me to just sit back and let you make decisions for me." The tension in the room was palpable, both of you locked in a battle of wills. Finally, you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Does that mean you know who was responsible for the fire?"

His eyes flickered, a mixture of surprise and guilt passing over his features before he regained his composure. "It's not relevant."

"Not relevant?" you exclaimed, incredulous. "Is that why you skipped the meeting? Were you meeting with these people?" you asked, your voice a mixture of anger and concern. His response was to simply say nothing. He looked at you blankly. You nodded and sank back into your chair, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. "I just wish you would trust me enough to include me in your plans."

He sighed again, his anger seemingly deflating. "I trust you, y/n. I'm just trying to protect you. I've made mistakes in the past, and I don't want to see you hurt because of them."

You looked at him, your heart aching. "I know you're trying to protect me, Dad. But I can't help but feel like you're pushing me away."

He didn't say anything, his gaze focused on the floor. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. "You don't understand the choices I have to make, the things I have to deal with."

"Then help me understand, Dad," you pleaded, your voice softer now.

He looked torn, his emotions battling within him. "It's not that simple, y/n."

"Isn't it?" you asked, “i think it is. You either tell me or you don’t” 

“It's for your own safety,” he said. You couldn't help but scoff, disbelief coloring your features. With a nod, you headed for the door. 

You breathed deeply as you reached your own caravan, throwing yourself at your bed feeling so frustrated by your talk with your dad.

You couldn't understand why he was acting so shady. He clearly had something to hide, thoughts swirled through your mind like a storm.With a frustrated sigh, you sat up on your bed, running a hand through your hair.

It wasn't like your dad to be so secretive, or maybe it was and you were just understanding things better now. You had a strong feeling that his actions were connected to the recent events, especially the fire that had destroyed the shop, but how connected? What did he do? 

You had no control of his actions and you couldn’t do anything about it now. You decided to use your time for something useful and picked up a book you rented at the library about taxes and started to do your homework. After a while, your eyes felt heavy and you laid in bed hugging Taffee strongly, missing the warmth of Tommy’s body next to yours. 

You felt asleep quickly but woke up not long after, hearing someone inside your caravan.You moved abruptly, grabbing the small knife you had hidden beside your bed. In one swift and quick movement you sat with the knife pointing to the manly figure in front you. 

“Hey! hey!” He held his hands up. Your eyes adjust trying to see the man’s face in the darkness. 

“Tommy?” you asked, lowering the knife and scratching your eyes “what are you doing here?”

“Can’t sleep without you” he said, taking off his gun holster and moving his hands to undo the buttons of his shirt

You smiled and shifted in bed, creating a comfortable space for him. Taffee settled at your feet as Tommy slid under the covers, his arm wrapping around your waist as he became the big spoon, his strong frame enveloping you.

As his touch enveloped you, you felt the tension in his body slowly easing, his breaths evening out. You snuggled even closer, feeling the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat against your back. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your skin.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your voice soft and slightly husky from sleep.

“Yes, just go to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow," he reassured you, his voice gentle 

You nodded, nestling yourself against him as if seeking solace in his warmth. His presence was a balm to your anxieties. Your body molded perfectly to his, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

He peppered a few tender kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulders, his lips warm against your skin. Then, with a gentle sigh, he rested his forehead against your shoulder

the night wrapped around you, cocooning you in a sense of comfort and belonging, as you drifted into a peaceful sleep together.

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[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS (PT 3) (STILL SO MUCH HAPPENING HERE)

Can I have a donut too? *yoink* Thank you. So much going on with this outfit. Wardrobe Dept : Layers, people! I WANT TO SEE MORE LAYERS! AND I WANT THAT VEST TO BE PUFFY! And make sure his shirt has a skull on it too cause the chicks dig that. Milo:

Jess informs Luke he has to run "errands" before school and the thought of this small infant kitten making a run to the post office to buy stamps and dropping by the laundromat before homeroom is just a delightful image. Of course we know where he's actually going. To toil in the Walmart Mines. But first, coffee and a donut and some petty theft.

This is such a great line. Perfect sassy delivery. Perfect comedic timing. Totally under rated quip that rarely ends up in anyone's little edits and I don't know why. So under rated that I forgot about it. Luke and Jess are the best.

He can steal a little bit. As a treat.

There goes my teenage nephew. Off to his Gigolo Job. Sexually servicing the horny lonely women (men?) of The Hollow. I'd really love to know who Luke thought Jess had as his clientele in Stars Hollow. Miss Patty?

*shudder* Luke goes to Gypsy's auto shop to confirm that Jess' car purchase was legit. She can't confirm the source of his cash flow. Not satisfied with the answer, Luke goes home to nose around some more and commit some serious violation of Jess' privacy by rifling through his underwear drawer, where he finds a mysterious box. I'm not clear what he's looking for. Money? Is he looking for the $10 Jess took out of the register? Kiss it goodbye Luke, it's gone. Probably already spent on a copy of Maxim and some Jergens. (Rebecca Romjin Stamos was on the cover of Maxim in November 2002, by the way. What other Gilmore Girls Watcher Person is going to look this stuff up except Ol' Salty?). Depending on whose dresser drawer this is, either Jess or Luke wear gray and white striped panties. My money is on Jess, striped boxer briefs are too sassy for Luke.

Seen: Striped panties, Box O' Weed. A few moments earlier Luke had spoken to a waiter/undercover cop in the diner (a waiter I have never seen before nor ever again who looked incredibly out of place) asking him to narc on Jess' whereabouts. Luke then proceeds upstairs to rifle through Jess' shit without his consent, as one tends to do on Gilmore Girls. During this rifling, Luke takes a phone call from an unknown person. I don't yet understand the context of this odd phone call. It goes like this: Hey Randy. What's up. Someone's gotta take care of it. It's not gonna take care of itself. I understand. I get it. What else? Huh? Who the hell is Randy? The other time someone said "I have to take care of something" the Stars Hollow PD had to dredge a dead body from the lake. Shady shit.

At one point in his little privacy violation mission Luke opens up an oddly shaped reddish box that almost looks like a heart shaped Valentine's Day chocolate box (the lighting is very dim here). Maybe the kind of box you'd stash your weed in after you finished the candy. (it was empty. Jess must have smoked all the weed already). Next, in anticipation of Creepy Sherry's baby shower, Lane and Rory have a walk-and-talk about the disgustingness of sex and childbirth. Rory calls the "Getting there" part of child birth a "big cosmic joke." So...is the "Getting there" sex? Poor Dean and Jess. The bluest balls in all the land. Rory stringing Dean along for two years without putting out may be the only sympathy I reserve for him. That's rough. Lane: My mom has never told me where babies come from. When my cousin got pregnant she said an angel brushed its wings against her. Rory: I could fill you in on the details. Lane: No thank you. I already learned it on the streets. That was funny. Lane is great.

Welllp. I take that back. Jess and Lane could have been really great friends. Good thing she comes around eventually. In like...the last episode before Jess and Rory break up and he disappears forever she calls them a cute agoraphobic couple. A little too late there my friend. One day you might need a place to crash in NYC with your band and you'll wish you had his number. Let this be a lesson to you fine people. Never get into an unavoidable minor car accident while in Stars Hollow. Never drive in Stars Hollow. Never visit Stars Hollow. Pretend the entire state of Connecticut doesn't exist. You'll be happier, healthier and wiser.

Here we go again. Rory's friends and family trying to fight battles for Rory that she really, really doesn't want fought.

Incoming! My little puffy vested kitten. I'm going down a "what did teenage boys wear in the early 2000s" rabbit hole now. I'll bring you back a souvenir. I graduated high school in 2002. I just have no memory of the fashion at the time. Boys did not give me the time of day. It was for the best, honestly.

Hey, look who it is! Mr. Rygalski/Brody/Cohen, you likely don't have complete control over your own wardrobe for television, but this outfit is a crime. Speak up, man. Don't get me started on Timberlake, either. My search results are skewing Puffy vests over dress shirts instead of puffy vests over tshirts. I want to leave the early 2000's now.

Put that finger down, woman.

:(

Ladies and gentlemen, we have Upside Down Watch. After the lively recent Tumblr debate about UDW being some kind of tribute to military service members wearing their watches upside down, I asked my friend in the army if this was a thing she was aware of and she stated she had never seen any one wear their watch upside down. Admittedly a very small sample size. But it deepens the mystery.

Please watch this scene and listen to how he lisps "Andy Griffith" in this sentence, it's really adorable, and cawr always delights as well.

Cawr cawr cawr!

Lane proceeds to pontificate on the shoddy quality of his Cawr. Okay, Miss Judgy No Cawr or License. After you obtain a car, license and registration through dubious means like Jess did , then you can have an opinion on what he’s driving.

Maybe if you tried to befriend him, he'd be wiling to let you bum a ride with him to band practice. That is a quandry you're currently trying to solve, is it not? Use your noodle. There's a white tshirt peeking out. So he's wearing...*counts* four layers. Vest, beige shirt, black shirt, white shirt. Underactive Thyroid Betty over here.

The best part of everyone being salty to Jess is that he doesn't give one single flying cupcake if someone doesn't like him. Plus he has a braw in his back seat. Probably several braws. Goodnight.

[stromuprisahat]

grishaverse-chaos/739063809256374272/oh-you-are-reading-ditw-do-share-your?source=share oh my god bro wtf is OP on???

No, please, I'm NOT reading it.

I've had a long argument with the author last year, and in short it got stuck on two points:

Their unshakable belief people are deep down all nice and longing to become better, if only you gave them the chance. The solution to anything is simply heartfelt discussion.

The Darkling never really did anything for anyone else after the Little Palace. He's evil at heart, and all his efforts are only about his personal power. He cannot be trusted (while others can).

I ended up in helpless depression, because how can anyone be so naive, especially if they claim they want to enter the world of politics?

When you talk to a person like this, then go visit (unfortunatelly) your father, who spends an hour telling you how all the bad stuff happening is the Ukrainian immigrants' and unemployed Gypsies' fault. And yes, he's willing to admit they're not ALL like ~that~, BUT... *start the same shit all over again*

One day, reality will arrive at that person's door like:

edit: Oh! I forgot third! They trust Alina's word, even though she's unreliable narrator af, and lies on the page several times...