#but look at papa russia

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo! I saw that requests for Fyodor are open! And I was wondering if you could write something about Fyodor as a parent if you’re comfortable with that. For some reason I can’t find enough of those and I really wanna see how you’d do it!

(Not as the reader’s parent btw, maybe having a child/children with the reader. But I just wanna see how you think he’d behave in that situation and how you think it would all go down)

"Come on, papa!" Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ｡˚♡₊

╰┈➤ Dad!Fyodor ༉‧₊˚✧

Description ; How Fyodor acts towards his child/children!

Warnings ; None

A/N; IVE BEEN LOWKEY WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST BRO IM SO EXCITED OVER THIS YOU DONT EVEN GET IT ALSO P/T STANDS FOR PARENTAL TITLE BC IDK WHAT YALL WANNA BE CALLED YKYK AND D/N IS DAUGHTERS NAME OBVI

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

→ Dad!Fyodor who lets his kid/s play with his hair, too, messing it up and laughing at their fathers disheveled appearance.

→ Dad!Fyodor who quietly reads your kids bed time stories, letting them sit on his lap while he holds the book in front of them, pointing to the pictures with a smile.

→ Dad!Fyodor who picks out the most whack ass outfits for your kid, proudly displaying it out to you and frowning at your hesitant smile.

→ Dad!Fyodor who discouraged your children from cutting their hair and braids it or puts it up for them every morning before school.

→ Dad!Fyodor who (very frequently) helps your kid/s with their homework or projects for school, not quite giving them answers but shoving nudging them in the right direction.

→ Dad!Fyodor who teaches his kid(s) the basics of playing the cello, letting them get a feel for the strings. He would teach them how to hold the bow and would let them stand beside him and watch him play.

→ Dad!Fyodor who cooks recipes that he learned in Russia for you and your children, encouraging all of you to try foreign dishes. They give him a feeling of nostalgia and wanting to pass those special foods on to his kid(s).

→ Dad!Fyodor who absolutely tries passing on happy group counseling hour to his kid/s when they seem sad or upset.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your keys jingled in the keyhole of your front door as you pushed it open, revealing the living room that you had longed to sit down in all day. Work sucked, you weren't going to lie, but there was something that was allegedly important going on, so you had no choice but to attend.

Your husband volunteered to watch your daughter on her day off of school, which wasn't a totally uncommon occurrence due to Fyodors line of work. He didn't mind watching d/n, he likes it a lot, actually. Fyodor values the quality time he can spend with his kid just as much as the quality time he gets to spend with you.

The pitter patter of your daughters feet got louder the closer she got to the living room, rounding the corner and smiling. "P/t!"

"Hey, what'd I tell you about running?" You say with a quiet and amused giggle as she throws herself onto you, hugging your waist. You run your fingers over the pretty braids weaved into her hair with a smile. "Papa did your hair?" The little girl nods excitedly.

"Well, you look very, very pretty." Another set of footsteps can be heard, this time softer. Fyodor rounds the corner with a smile, pulling you into a hug.

"Mm, my dear." He says, resting his head on you shoulder for a moment before pulling away, starting back towards the kitchen. He waves at d/n to follow him. "Come on, sweetheart, come help me finish dinner." She excitedly runs after her father, earning a soft and faint giggle from him.

Upon following the two of them into the kitchen, you can smell the beef stroganoff cooking, watching your daughter step up onto the little stool she dragged in next to Fyodor. They stand at the counter, Fyodor making sure she's nowhere near anything dangerous or hot. He gently pushes over a measuring cup filled with beef broth.

"Alright, Malyshka. Just pour this into the pan, and be very careful, alright?" He says softly, his voice gentle as he measures out the whipping cream. The beef broth can be heard being poured into the pan from the spot you're standing in, smiling at your husband and daughter making dinner together. Within a couple of seconds, Fyodor is handing d/n measurements of other ingredients, such as Worcestershire sauce and dijon mustard. He lets her stir it all in, guiding her whenever he sees fit.

"Alright, we're all done. Here, why don't you go sit down, I'll bring you and P/t your dinners, yeah?" He smiles at the young girl, rubbing her back before patting it. She nods and skitters off to join you at the dinner table. She blabbers on to you about everything she did that day, even running off to bring proof of her activities.

She comes back out, proudly showing off a coloring page filled with scribbles in numerous different hues. One of them was only slightly better than the other, the lesser messy one was labeled with Fyodor's name in his sloppy handwriting to match the coloring. You grinned at both of them, taking the thin sheets of paper and studying them intently.

"Wow, they're both wonderful!" Your daughter wears a proud smile at the praise from you, excitedly placing her hands on her hips. "Are ya gonna hang them up on the fridge?" You nod and ruffle her hair a bit, just in time for Fyodor to bring the food in for all three of you. He sets the plates down on the table, listening to the conversation still taking place between you and your daughter.

"Ofcourse I will, I love them both very much." Your daughter smiles, blowing on the small piece of meat impaled by her fork. "Maybe me and papa can have a coloring contest, you can be the judge!" She says to you excitedly. Fyodor smiles. "How about another night, Malyshka? It's getting close to your bedtime." He says, continuing eating his food. "Aw, but papa-" she sadly whines, Fyodor shaking his head. "No 'but''s, d/n. We can tomorrow night though, I promise." Fyodor smiles at her while she extends her outstretched pinky to her dad.

"Pinky promise?" She quietly mumbles. He grins and interlocks his pinky with hers, reaching across the table to do so. "I promise. You know i never break my promises, Malyshka." She smiles and nods in agreement. "Yeah, right. Tomorrow night then!" She says with a grin.

"Tomorrow night. Alright, d/n, time to go get ready for bed. Go put on pajamas and we'll come say goodnight in five minutes." You say to the small girl with a smile. She nods in compliance and quickly walks back to her room to change into sleep clothing. You look over at Fyodor, who is already looking back at you with a loving gaze.

"Ah, I forgot to apologize for the late dinner earlier, dear. I was quite busy being dressed up in tiaras and what not." Your heart warms at the thought of your husband bonding with your daughter. "It's alright, don't worry about it." You gently caress his shoulders before taking all the plates away from the dining table, washing them in the kitchen and sticking them in the dishwasher. Placing your hands on your hips, you nod in approval of your quick work. Fyodor waits for you in the doorway, nodding in the direction of d/n's room with a gentle smile.

You both approach the room, knocking to make sure she was finished getting ready for bed before you both entered. You said goodnight to her and kissed her cheek while Fyodor said goodnight and kissed her forehead. Before Fyodor could stand straight up again, d/n giggled and whispered to him.

"I'm gonna beat you tomorrow, so prepare yourself, papa. It's gonna be the best coloring you've ever seen!" She proudly claims, clearly confident in her coloring skills. Fyodor chuckles. "I believe it whole heartedly. Get some sleep, or you may wake up without that skill." He says, making sure she's 100% tucked in. She nods in understanding and snuggles into her blanket.

"Goodnight, Malyshka." Fyodor whispers, gently pulling her door closed a bit, leaving a crack between the door and the frame.

A/N (#2); I'm super sorry if any mistakes were made, I didn't proofread because I'm suuuuper tired lol, but I just wanna put it out there that I am absolutely willing to do more dad!Fyodor. Dad!Fyodor and soft!Fyodor literally give me life u don't even get it (recipe I referenced was from Natasha Kitchen)

#fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #kid fic #headcannons #headcanon #bsd fanfic #requests #dad!fyodor

[libras-interactives]

Under the Devil's Moon - 1.1.0

This is the final stuff I wanted to add before seriously drafting Chapter 2. Woo! That means I won't be adding any additional content until Chapter 2 is mostly done, only bugfixes.

Here's where you can play the update, the usual place! It's still an HTML file and super simple y'all - open it up in whatever browser you use on desktop or mobile. PLEASE DM or message me about bugs you come across, I'm still new to this!

ALSO thank you for @ladybugkisses for taking my commission to draw my babies 🥺 Jack, Lottie, Eveline and Marius look so wonderful!!!! I'm going to be posting the picture separate because I can't get enough of it ... please check out her blog, her art is so fun and nice to look at.

Patch Notes:

Zib and Wick scenes have been added, both platonic and romantic. You won’t get all three in a single night! That’s alright  - plenty of time to meet them in Chapter 2.

Eveline has gotten a small, additional scene if you're romantically interested in her, as well as some text changes in general.

Zib and Atlas get themselves a tarot reading scene. Wick and Viktor will have to wait until you see more of them!

Filipino and Swedish have been added as culture options.

Some cultures (Mexico, Germany and Russia for now) have additional text in the Bringing Family to America deal; others will follow eventually. Mostly just some historical context because I really like reading and writing about it

Scars in general, especially visible and severe ones, have been reworked. A tin facial prosthetic (similar to those worn by WW1 vets) is an option if you'd like to cover up.

Cello and Saxophone have been added as instruments for Musician!MC.

MCs with the Baby deal can now specify what the child calls them (i.e. Mom, Papa, etc.)

Additional text and clarification in some places. Some dialogue has been changed to better suit the chosen Occupation/Personality.

Plenty of grammar fixes, typo corrections and bugfixes - Musician has been fixed quite a lot (oops) and gender is no longer rioting... For now.

A little preview for Chapter 2 ... 👁️👁️

#okay its time to lay down. i am. tired of looking at twine LOL #if:devil's moon #updates & builds #interactive fiction #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #zib zibowski x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #wick sable x reader #mordecai heller x reader

[wizardfrog69]

Here's a oneshot idea Fyodor's daughter who betrays him and joins the armed detective agency (time frame: Right before season 4)

Love your writing by the way!

I'm gonna write this before he got imprisoned. Thanks for the request and compliment!

'•.¸♡ Betrayal hurts more than a knife ♡¸.•'

Father Fyodor x reader (platonic)

Princess is a pet name given to reader

Angst

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Fyodor never trusted anyone, not even the woman we slept with and impregnated, but once you were born, something changed, the only one he truly trusted was his own flesh and blood. That is why he always kept you away from other, he was your world, the only one you knew. Without him, you were nothing. Without your loving father, who feared his own touch, who would always keep you locked in, who would threaten you of the outside world as a world filled with evil and death beyond imagination, who claimed he was the only one who could save the world and purify it from the people who killed your mother, without him you would be nothing.

You wouldn't travel at all. You were still able to leave, but only with his supervision, he watched over you and made sure you were okay any chance he got. He loved you and wanted to keep you safe. Well, once you moved to Japan for work reasons, you decided to leave and explore the place a bit. It was warmer than your home in Russia, a lot warmer. It was like a new start for you. While Fyodor was away, you would explore the streets of a new city, you were not told the name, or how to speak Japanese, although you would help your father with learning sometimes, it was fun, you would laugh when he mispronounced something, it was fun, just like those other small moments in life.

When you were out exploring the city, you got into a bit of a commotion through this. You had met a lovely lady named Yosano. After this you would often talk together on go shopping together. It was fun, the outside world didn't seem so scary, you met a friend and she was really nice, she even gave you the opportunity of working with her in a detective agency, it was a good opportunity, and you took it. You didn't dare to tell your father, so you decided to run away.

You could keep your fun a secret for long, after all your father always looked after you, no matter where you were, he always knew where you were and had an eye on you, and he certainly did not like the fact that you made a friend, especially one from the detective agency. Once you got home, you were met with your father. He looked at you, not saying a word. The look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine. He had the same look in his eyes every time you would ask about your mother, the woman he was trying to protect, but she ended up being killed.

"Papa... I'm sorry..." You had no idea what to say, but the horrified tremble said more than the words themselves. The only person Fyodor trusted betrayed him. What did he do so wrong that his own flesh and blood betrayed? Was the world so impure it even infected your poor and weak heart that you decided to betray him as well? Melting away into betrayal like everyone else?

Without a word, Fyodor walked over to you. All you could do at the moment was freeze, the man you feared most, your father, was getting closer and closer until he could whisper in your ear. "Betrayal hurts more than a knife." His eyes, his voice, demeanour, everything, he was cold, sick, twisted. You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, you still couldn't move, you could only stand there, tears rolling down your eyes, he stabbed you, the only person in your life stabbed you...

A smirk formed on his lips as he watched you slowly bleed out and fall on the floor weak, but there was something different about something you had never seen before, despite the cruke smirk on his lips the tears rolling down his cheeks could not be ignored, the sadness and misery in his eyes, the tremble of his crule expression.

"Papa..." it was a miracle you could still speak. "My princess." His voice trembled, and the tears only became heavier. He watches you bleed out, not as a punishment for you, no, as a punishment for letting himself trust, for letting himself feel, for letting himself love... for letting himself love someone, for letting himself have a child he would sacrifice the world to without hesitation, for letting himself feel...

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Some ppl didn't like what I said for oda on the first kiss fic so ig this is my way of apologising, this thing I wrote. Also I'm sorry.

Honestly, I could have done better, but oh well

Have a wonderful day/night and stay hydrated, especially during the summer.

-love, Az :)

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor #fyodor angst #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoevsky bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor bungo stray dogs #fyodor bungou stray dogs #fyodor bsd

[livwritesstuff]

You are such a creative person. I have almost finished all of "plant a seed" and the way you've written the characters and their thoughts and manurism is just *chef's kiss* dreamy.

Also, your droplets from the Steddie dad life brightens my day.

THANK YOU!!! Holy moly you are too sweet.

This series and this community have definitely been a bright spot in my life and I'm always so happy to hear that it's doing the same for other folks too <3

Have a double post today for being such a lovely soul

(in the form of a deleted flashback from plant a seed)

In retrospect, signing Robbie up for karate classes might have been a mistake.

Perhaps the bigger mistake, though, was signing the five-year-old up for karate classes a month before Robin and Nancy came over for their annual ironic watch of WWE’s Wrestlemania, or so Steve ponders as he watches Robbie swing her fists in Moe’s direction.

Moe, their ever-unshakable seven-year-old, is unfazed.

“Robbie,” Steve warns her. Robbie ignores him and aims several more punches at Moe, “Amelia Robin, we talked about this.”

“I wanna wrestle!” Robbie whines, crossing her arms and stomping a sneaker-clad foot so her shoe lit up.

“You can’t just start swinging at people and call it wrestling.”

Robbie glares at him for a moment, clearly weighing her desire to exercise whatever she’s learning in karate with the consequences it would come with. She uncrosses her arms and closes her fists, looking at them thoughtfully. As Robbie fidgets with her fingers, Steve knows what’s coming, and when she eventually unfolds one of the middle ones, he just stares at her, eyebrows raised.

“Stairs,” he finally says, tipping his head in the direction of the designated ‘time-out’ spot at the bottom of the stairs.

As Robbie is trudging over to the stairs and plopping herself down on the bottom step, Eddie walks into the living room. He gets one look at his daughter pouting in time-out and says, “How? We’ve been home for five minutes?”

“She flipped Papa the bird,” Moe supplies.

“Which I blame you for, by the way,” Steve adds, giving his husband a pointed look, “Since you’re the one with the bright idea to teach that shit to them.”

Eddie feigns a bow, then points at Robbie.

“Not cool, girlie. We had a deal, did we not? No more making me look bad in front of Papa?”

Robbie shrugs, but behind the wall of curls she let fall in front of her face, Steve could just barely see the way her pout was turning into a smile, even against her will.

Eddie turned to face Steve again.

“Moe was sent to the principal’s office today,” he said.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Well, according to her teacher, she shared her crackers with her friend during snack time, which apparently means she has to share with the whole class.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I dunno,” Eddie shook his head, “But according to her, Moe said ‘no, I’m seven, and this is the real world, not Communist Russia.’”

“And her teacher didn’t like that?” Steve asked sarcastically.

“No, she did not,” he replied, “And she really didn’t like when I said that I don’t think she’s wrong.”

“Another banner day for the Harrington family."

#i’m weak to flattery folks #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[adini-nikolaevna]

"The great day came. It was April 16, the eve of Sasha's twenty-third birthday. In the morning there was mass, at one o'clock in the afternoon the official ceremony of dressing the bride in the presence of the whole family, newly appointed court ladies and three ladies-in-waiting. Marie was coiffed so that two long curls fell on either side of her face, a small diadem of diamonds and pearl pendants was placed on her head - under it was attached a veil of lace, which hung below the shoulders. Each of us sisters gave her a pin to attach it, and then a purple ermine-trimmed robe, so heavy that five chamberlains had to hold it, was placed over her and fastened at the shoulder with a gold pin. At the end, Mama also attached a small bouquet of myrtle and orange blossom under the veil. Marie looked grand and majestic in her outfit, and the expression of solemn seriousness on her childish face was in perfect harmony with the beauty of her figure. At three o'clock there was a solemn banquet, approximately four hundred people were seated in the Nicholas Hall of the Winter Palace at three huge tables. In the middle are the Royal Family and the clergy, who opened the banquet with prayer and blessing. At the table, ladies sat on the right hand, gentlemen on the left. They drank the health of the young couple, Their Majesties, the Tsarevna's Parents, as well as all loyal subjects, and each toast was accompanied by cannon salvoes. The highest ranks of the Court brought champagne to Their Majesties; we, the other members of the Royal Family, were served by our chamberlains. A military band played, and the best singers of the Opera sang so that the walls shook. At eight there was a polonaise in the St. George's Hall: Papa danced in front of everyone with Marie; at ten o'clock we returned to our chambers, here only the family dined with the newlyweds. Adini and I did not take part in this, but had dinner with our teachers in my rooms and looked out at the Neva, at the illuminated embankment, ships decorated with flags, a festive crowd, and behind it the spire of the Peter and Paul Fortress, rising to the sky, still gilded by the setting sun… this day ended with such a wonderful note.”

- Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, Queen of Wurttemberg, on the nuptials of her elder brother, the future Emperor Alexander II of Russia and Empress Maria Alexandrovna (nee Princess Marie of Hesse-Darmstadt.)

#grand duchess olga nikolaevna the elder #emperor alexander ii #empress maria alexandrovna #romanov #russia #quotes

[thelittleliars]

Love Forever? | Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: cursing, yelling

Words: 2.1K

AN: This one has more interactions with Yelena than Natasha but it's all a huge part for the full story! Also the 3rd part is going to take at least 1-2 weeks since I'll be traveling to Budapest in the next couple of days! Gonna visit all the Black Widow filming locations there 🔥

Part 1 , Part 3

"Cyka" Yelena cursed in russian before she cursed you in english again. "You bitch! Why would you travel to Russia without me?" She shook her head in disappointment, you saw a grin on her lips tho when she turned her head to the side to see who walked in. You didn't see who it was since you were on FaceTime with her and only she was in the frame. "Who is in Russia?" You heard her voice in the background asking Yelena.

"Your ex-wife." Ex-wife, it was still something that pained you but the separation did you good. Your anxiety with all the worrying whenever Natasha went on a mission was gone now. You felt more at peace thanks to the break up. "Anyways, have you visit mama and papa yet? Last time I heard they were going insane to see you again. Apparently they can't wait to spoil you rotten with russian culture and stories of us as kids ugh."

"Don't forget about the baby pictures they're gonna show her." Nat reminded Yelena who's expression looked a mix of embarrassment and panic. "Yours gonna be there too Natalia. Can't wait for Y/N to see your awful blue hair phase."

You saw a shadow coming closer to the blonde widow, then a hand came into view hitting the back of her head. "You little bitch! Next time I'm there I'll burn all of them."

"Let's just burn the whole place down yeah?" A gasp escaped your mouth, even though you knew she was kidding it was something she'd really do. "Yel NO! Also Nat please don't burn any of them." You said sadly. "I wish I had at least a single photo of myself as a child. Hell I don't even know where I'm from, apart from being held by hydra for half my life."

"Guess we're all in the same boat. None of us knows where exactly we come from. Oh oh we can be the lost daughters buddies." The younger sister screamed out in pain after her older sister slapped the back of her head once again. "Try sheering her up instead of ruining the mood with some sad shit from our past."

Suddenly your screen went black, you were about yo look at your wifi to see if the connection was lost but before that could even happen you heard a chair screeching. "What gave you the right to give me that fucking advice huh? How about you stay out of my business with her since you were the one who destroyed your relationship." Yelena was mad, no she was furious with her sister, that's why you weren't surprised that she hung up on you. This was a great time to start driving towards your (ex) parents in law.

You took your bags, threw them into the car you rented, then jumping into the drivers seat and made your way towards Melina's and Alexei's little farm outside of Saint Petersburg. Not long after, you arrived your destination, Melina and Alexei both stood outside already as if they were expecting you. You did not call or text them since it was supposed to be a surprise.

"Ahh finally, my daughter is home again." Alexei walked to you and immediately his arms around your body, squeezing you to death. "I need to breath big guy." He let you go but still smiled at you happily. "Come on inside. I'll show you your room. We decorated a bit, hope you'll like it."

The decoration he was talking about were only new curtains and a stuffed penguin animal. You appreciated their effort.

Later that day when you were outside feeding the pigs, you heard and saw a Quinjet coming. Of course Yelena had the nerve taking a jet and flying to russia. But she wasn't alone. Natasha also tagged along. You gulped at the sight of her standing there in casual clothes. It was actually your first time seeing her in six months. The last time was after the divorce all those months ago. Alexei of course was the happiest, now that all his daughters were home. Melina was happy to see them too but she was more worried about you. At times she was more protective over you than Yelena and even though it was heartwarming, it pained you too. She was like a mother figure that you never had. The longing and grieving of a life you could have had nearly destroyed you whenever you think deeply about it.

"Natasha I need a little help in the kitchen." Was all she said before going inside and the red head trailing after her like a good god. Yelena and dad catched up on stuff while you sat down on a bench near the front door that had a great view on the animals. You had no clue how much time had gone by until your friend and sister sat down next to you. "What is on your mind Y/N Y/L/N?" She tried to get you talking by saying your whole name as teasing but you were starting to feel numb so nothing would bother you anyways.

"As you'd say my ex wife." Seeing her after all this time stirred up a lot of thoughts in you. "What about her precisely?"

You sighed quietly. "I don't know. I guess it's just us in general and how we ended up here." It wasn't a lie but also not the whole truth either. You didn't want to talk in details since you knew it would get you in a vulnerable state. "She was a bitch for demanding that divorce.."

Out of reflex you started to defend your ex. "She got trigged Yel-" "No. Don't. Don't you dare make excuses for her." Yelena cut you off fast. She hated you for defending Natasha in this situation when you deserved so much better.

"It's just the truth. Plus I'm not as innocent in this situation as you think I am." You could have fought more for your wife but instead you signed the divorce papers quick. Probably because of the things that happened before the accident. "Natasha and I had a pretty nasty fight right before she got called on a mission and got her head injury." You paused for a minute. "If I'm being honest.. our marriage was falling apart anyways."

Yelena gaped at you. "I don't understand Natasha always talked so highly of you." You wished that was true, you wished all the good she found in you was actually good.

"I told you this was going to happen!" You yell at her, feeling angry and betrayed that she didn't listen to you. "And yet you ignored me and continue doing it anyways." Natasha hates herself for not listening to you but she'd never admit that out loud. Instead she blames you for everything, she knows it is wrong but it's difficult for her being truthful and vulnerable right now. "This wouldn't have happened if you were more open to the idea of being more affectioned in public. Maybe then he'd have known that I'm not single!"

"He kissed you. Because you kept flirting with him to get what you want.. you're an avenger for gods sake! You can get anything you want just by asking Tony or any of us." You stop yourself from getting even more louder. A deep breath and a few seconds is all you need to be more calm. "You know what? Maybe they all were right when they said you are a monster. Because right now, that's all I see."

The fight didn't leave your mind, it stayed and harassed you daily on repeat. You knew you guys covered up a lot of your problems. A marriage is a piece of work and you guessed you both weren't just ready for that huge marriage step. "Would you ever take her back?" She asked you softly. You were looking so hard for the right words to say but you fell flat. "I'm not in love with her anymore so I don't know." Though you didn't know for sure you constantly told yourself you'rw not in love anymore. If that was the truth then why did you panic when a knock came from the door frame? Why did your heart beat faster when you saw it was Natasha who knocked?

"Dinner is ready." Her voice was quiet but still so damn soft. While you stood up and walked towards the front foor, Yelena's gaze lingered on you for a while before she rushed after you into the house. At dinner you all fell into a comfortable conversation. It felt very awkward at first especially since you were convinced that your ex-lover overheard what you told Yelena. You were also anxious but it got better once Alexei started talking about his new tattoo shop. He had opened it two months ago and was fully booked out already. You were happy for him, tattoos were something what he was extremly good at so the demand was so deserved. After dinner was over you all three went to the bedrooms which you all had to share.

The next morning you wondered why 'dad' was still here. He explained that there was a new girl who worked at his tattoo shop, helping him out for all the appointments. Then he joked about how he'd set any of you three up with her. The blonde daughter just snorted, not wanting anything to do with romance, but he was too excited for an introduction to notice Yelena's obvious disinterest. Maybe he did notice since he showed a photo of her only to Natasha and you. And that was when something struck in you, you didn’t know how or why but you had to see the girl personally. You asked him where his shop was located and after giving you directions you stood up, turned to Yelena asking her to drive you there. Natasha felt irritated at how fast you wanted to see that new girl.

As soon as your eyes met hers, everything around you stopped, you felt a pull to her, a magical pull that you couldn't control. Your arms came around each other and somehow nothing on the world made more sense than this moment.

"Voi herranjumala." (Oh my god.) She said something in a language you thought you knew yet you didn't understood a thing. You pulled away, still standing close to her, she then put your face in between her hands. "Kaipaan sinua, kaksos Y/N." (I missed you, twin Y/N)

"Please don't tell me this is some long lost love reunion." Yelena groaned in misery. You looked at her cluelessly, hoping she'd also pick up your silent plead to help you out in this situation. "Don't look at me! You were the one who rushed me here and hugged her like no there's no tomorrow."

The girl next to you cleared her throat before speaking up, this time finally in a language you all could understand. "Ohh right.. I'm sorry I forgot you don't understand Finnish anymore." Anymore?? What the hell did that mean? "We don't have much time, I'll explain everything later. Twin Y/N do tell me, have you found your one and only?"

You blinked at her. "My what?" She cursed in Finnish, huffing and what seemed beating herself up about something. "Your, what humans would call here, Soulmate." You didn't question her 'what humans' and just shook your head. "I thought I did but no."

"Tell me, what happened?" Her gaze turned extremly intense, you started to feel uncomfortable. "Well we started to fight at one point and then she got a head injury and et voila we were divorced."

Yelena had enough of this conversation, the pulled you backwards and stood in front of you, giving the other girl a death stare. "Whatever you're doing to Y/N has to stop right now or otherwise I'll beat you up." You knew she was dead serious about it, your sister in law was super protective over you. "I'm not doing anything, it's all her doing. We do have to stop talking so slowly, we need to hurry."

"Why hurry? I don't understand?" She visibly got more restless which stresses you out. "You're out of time soon. We have to find your soulmate now." You shock your head at the lady and her crazy words. "I'm sorry this has to be done." And with one finger snap, both of you were gone.

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[otmaaromanovas]

Hey would you mind Could you give us a huge insight of Maria and Anastasia Nikolaevna's personalitys? in some rare quotes said by someone who met them both ?

I would love to read more facts and quotes about the little pair .

Hello! Of course! I'm going to split this into two parts: this part will be about Maria, and another post will be about Anastasia.

Here are some rare, lesser known quotes, about Maria Nikolaevna (or writings from Maria herself) that capture her personality well.

"Marie was kindness and unselfishness personified" - Olga Voronova, Upheaval

Letter from Olga to aunt Xenia - "1916 August 26th … Papa brings an attendant with him to dinner, and Mordvinov comes every evening and we torment and scare him. Yesterday we discharged the conductor and drew a beard, moustache and eyebrows with a burnt cork on Marie and put her on the train. Of course, he didn't recognize her, and he was terribly tormented when during a game of hide and seek in the dark, she ran into him in the corridor and rudely pushed him. He said that it was some kind of half-drunk conductor, and found her impudent, because we gave her cigarettes and she paced about importantly, smoking them." - George Hawkins, Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar

"The other Grand Duchesses were still children. Marie Nicholatevna was a robust, well developed little girl with big blue eves, of a typical Russian beauty. She had an excellent memory and every time somathing to be remembered her sisters always turned to her. - Alexander Spiridovitch, Last Years at Tsarskoe Selo, Volume 2

"One day the little Grand Duchess Anastasie was sitting in my lap, coughing and choking away, when the Grand Duchess Marie came to her and putting her face close up to her said, " Baby, darling, cough on me." Greatly amazed, I asked her what she meant, and the dear child said, " I am so sorry to see my dear little sister so ill, and I thought if I could take it from her she would be better." Was it not touching?" - Margaretta Eagar, Six Years at the Russian Court

The following are from George Hawkins, Alexei: Russia's Last Tsesarevich - Letters, diaries and writings - volume 1:

Note from Alexandra to Alexei, dated 1 December 1914: "Don’t tease Maria."

Letter from Tatiana to Alexei, Spring-Summer 1916 "...Taube [patient] (the one with no legs, do you remember him?) and Marie yell so you’d think the whole infirmary can hear them, they make such a fuss, and they all shout and argue. It is awfully funny to watch them."

Letter from Maria to Alexei after Alexei asked Maria to draw Joy the dog: "16 December 1916. My dear darling Alexei! I don’t know how big you want me to draw Joy, but I will give it a go, and if it doesn’t turn out, I can do it again…. I have just tried to sketch Joy but it didn't work out because I don’t really remember what he looks like and it ended up looking nothing like him, so I won’t send it to you. When you bring Joy to me, then I will be able to draw him."

The following are from Joseph T. Fuhrmann, Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna. The complete Wartime Correspondence April 1914 – March 1917:

Alexandra to Nicholas "[January] 24 1915 …Marie stands at the door & alas! picks her nose..."

Alexandra to Nicholas "January 2 1916 …Baby began writing his first diary yesterday. - Marie helped him, his spelling is of course queer."

Alexandra to Nicholas "April 2 1916 …Marie is in a grump mood & grumbles all the time & bellows at one, she & Olga have B. [Codeword for 'Becker', meaning their periods]"

The following are from George Hawkins, Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar:

Fanmail letter from American girl Dolores Sybilla Adam to Olga and Tatiana: "Jan 24 1913 …I cannot ever thank you enough for the picture that was sent to me… But tell me is Marie the only one that ever smiles…?"

Letter from Maria to Tatiana: "Tatiana my darling. Thank you very much for the note and good wishes. Although I have not seen my husband [an inside joke amongst the sisters, most likely referring to their crushes] yet, I did see him in a dream. Today we will go to the Grand Palace and I hope that Provotorov (i.e.: your husband) will tell us a lot of nonsense. It’s boring without you. I hope that I will see ND [Nikolai Dmitrievich Demenkov, her crush] again… 9th Dec. 1914"

Letter from Maria to Olga Voronova: "Dec 29th 1914 …The other day we were at a Christmas party at Mama's nanny school. There are now many children of the reserves, so awfully sweet! We gave them all toys and they rejoiced in them, and each showed his nanny what he received. They are so appetising. Some are very small, some are even only two weeks old. I really love young children, and play with them, holding them in my arms. Do you like little children?"

Letter from Pierre Gilliard to Maria: "10 December 1916 …Be careful, Maria Nikolaevna, if you continue to tease me, I will avenge myself!!!!"

Letter from Olga to Nicholas II: "16 August [circa 1904] - Peterhof. Dear Papa …Maria went to sleep in the afternoon, and Anastasia crept under the mattress and slept there with Maria on top of her. When she got up we all laughed, and so did she." - Maylunas and Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion

Letter from Alexandra to Nicholas: "14 June 1915 - I congratulate you with all my loving heart for our big Marie’s 16th birthday… Pity you are not here. She enjoyed all her presents, I gave her her first ring from us made out of one of my Buchara diamonds. She is so cheery and gay today." - Maylunas and Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion

Letter from Anastasia to Nicholas: "26 August 1915 …I am sitting on the couch near Alexei as he is having dinner with M. Gilliard, while Maria is running around like crazy. …This morning [Doctor] Ostrogorsky came to see me, but Maria and I were still in bed, then Maria covered herself with the blanket, then he entered and listened to my [lungs], but when he finished, I quietly uncovered the blanket and Maria had to climb out, and she was very embarrassed." - Helen Azar, George Hawkins, Anastasia Romanov: The Tsar's Youngest Daughter Speaks Through Her Writings

"When I first knew the Grand Duchess Marie, she was quite a child, but during the Revolution she became very devoted to me, and I to her, and we spent most of our time together — she was a wonderful girl, possessed of tremendous reserve force, and I never realised her unselfish nature until those dreadful days. She too was exceeding fair, dowered with the classic beauty of the Romanoffs; her eyes were dark blue, shaded by long lashes, and she had masses of dark brown hair. Marie was plump, and the Empress often teased her about this; she was not so lively as her sisters, but she was much more decided in her outlook. The Grand Duchess Marie knew at once what she wanted, and why she wanted it." - Lili Dehn, The Real Tsaritsa

"Count Grabbe says of the Tsar's third daughter, clearly his favorite: "With her large gray, luminous eyes, her classical features, and languorous movements, she was the true type of Russian beauty, the most good- natured and artless of the four sisters, with endearing qualities which drew people to her." More outgoing than her older sisters, Maria Nikolaievna loved children and used to talk to soldiers about their families. She knew the names of many of the Koncoy Cossacks and Standart sailors, took an interest in their affairs and managed out of her $9 a month allowance to send little gifts to their children. With all her gentle ways, she was strong and solidly built, like her grandfather Alexander III. Her sisters called her "Mashka" and sometimes "Little Bow-wow."" - Count Alexander Grabbe, The private world of the last Tsar, in the photographs and notes of General Count Alexander Grabbe

"The Grand Duchess Maria Nicholaevna was a young wcnnan of broad build. She was very strong; for example, she could lift me up from the ground. She had lighter hair than Tatiana, but darker than Olga. (Olga Nicholaevna had brown hair, of a golden shade, and Maria Nicholaevna had brown hair with a light shade.) She had very nice, light grey eyes. She was very good looking, but got too thin after her illness. She had a great talent for painting and always liked to exercise it. She played the piano indifferently and was not as capable as Olga or Tatiana. She was modest and simple and probably had the qualities of a good wife and mother. She was fond of children and was inclined to be lazy. She liked Tobolsk and told me that she would be quite happy to stay there. It is quite difficult for me to tell you whom she preferred — her father or her mother." - Examination of Sidney Gibbes, The Last Days of the Romanovs

"The Grand Duchess Maria was eighteen ; she was tall, strong, and better looking than the other sisters. She painted well and was the most amiable. She always used to speak to the soldiers, questioned them, and knew very well the names of their wives, the number of their children, and the amount of land owned by the soldiers. All the intimate affairs in such cases were always known to her. Like the Grand Duchess Olga, she loved her father more than the rest. On account of her simplicity and affability she was given the pet name by the family of "Mashka." And by this term she was called by her brother and by her sisters." - Examination of Commissar E. S. Kobylinsky, The Last Days of the Romanovs

Hope you found it interesting or learnt something new! Will post Anastasia's a little later :)

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[wraithsoutlaws]

“Same old story, yknow. Corporate princess back in Russia lives in excess, gets the world handed to her. Real spoiled brat, I’m talking tantrum levels of bitch because daddy bought her the Ferrari instead of the Caliburn. Spends her adolescence snorting synth-coke off a crystal platter, waiting out the days until she’s given the keys to her family empire. But oops, she finds out that those keys are going to her delinquent brother instead. A more suitable heir to the throne by the only account that matters—her father. So what does the poison princess do? What any vindictive corporat would: tries to kill them both. Well, baby girl fails in a big way and papa sends her off to one of the worst prisons in the country just to teach her a lesson. Figures it’ll be a day before she calls him crying, begging for forgiveness. He’ll pull a few strings and pad the right pockets and bring his little angel back home to look pretty for the cameras and fall in line. Only she doesn’t budge. She spends seven years rotting away in that hole just to say fuck you to the old man. And when she finally gets out she ain’t looking for forgiveness, she’s looking for blood. And this time she knows how to get it. Daddy dearest and his failure son wind up dead on the evening news and princess sends the company to hell along with them. She doesn’t want it anymore. Turns out blood is tastier than caviar. No wonder she found her way to Night City.” — From the notes of Austin Eddy, private investigator, 2075.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: illyana volkova #cyberpunk photomode #sorry for massive lore paragraph i just think shes neat #i try to make it intersting to read at least v.v

[desertdollranch]

Rebecca has been keeping a secret from her family. When she accompanies her papa to his shoe store, she sits and crochets little doilies, pillow covers, and table runners. Rebecca is very good at making these things, and many customers offer to buy them from her, quietly slipping a few coins into her hands when Papa isn’t looking. She eventually earns eight dollars, which is money needed to bring her uncle, aunt, and cousins to America from Russia, where life is getting much worse for Jewish families. Rebecca worries that her grandparents will disapprove that she sold all the lace doilies she should have been saving for her trousseau. But instead they remind her that what she has done for her family is a mitzvah, a good deed. Bubbie even rewards Rebecca with a painted brooch that reminds her of her clever problem solving, just like the story of Clever Karina.

I made Rebecca’s calico crochet bag, and cut her doilies from crocheted lace. Her crochet hook is made from a bent needle. And I painted her brooch to look like the one from her collection.

#rebecca rubin #meet rebecca

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 1)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

“Papa, Papa, are we there yet?” Ella asked excitedly.

“Not yet darling” Ernie said affectionately to his daughter. “We will be there in just under an hour.”

The two of them (plus the imperial staff of course) were on a train to Skierniewice Poland to finish off their autumn holiday with their Romanov cousins.

Before they left Wolfsgarten, little Elisabeth was begging her Uncle Nicky to let his daughters ride in her train, but Nicky held a firm no.

Not a second went by without Ella asking if they were there yet.

“Why didn’t Uncle Nicky and Aunt Alix let Olga and Tatiana ride with us?” Ella asked her father. 

“Because they didn’t want the staff’s ears to blow off hearing three little girlies talk talk talk away.” Ernie said sarcastically.

“But father, I’m sure we wouldn’t be that loud!” The little eight year old still didn’t understand her father’s silly jokes.

“Come here Ella.” The two embraced in a tight hug.

“I’m sure next time, when you’re a little bit older, your uncle will let you three ride together.” 

If there would even be a next time.

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“Look Papa I see Olga!” Ella screamed.

Their train was just coming to a halt at the train station. Nicky and Alix got there before Ella and Ernie so they were already on the platform.

Ella ran to the door from her spot at the window and was trying so hard to open the locked door. 

She was desperate to see her cousins.

“That door is locked Princess” one of the footman said to her.

“Why would they keep it locked if my cousins are out there and I am in here?” Ella asked.

The footman chuckled.

“Well we wouldn’t want you falling out would we.” He managed to get a little smile out of the Princess.

Ernie walked over to the two along with Ella’s nanny Miss Wilson.

“Ella I’m sure if you asked nicely then he would kindly open the door for you” Miss. W said with a smile.

Ella gave her nanny a funny look, and then gave the same look to her amused father.

“Mr. Footman would you please open the door for me so I could see my cousins?” Ella asked.

“Of course Princess.” The footman said with an smile.

He unlocked the door gently and let the little one through.

“OLGA TATIANA!” Ella yelled happily as she scampered off of the train.

“She really is what people call her, ‘Princess Sunshine.’ The footman said kindly to Ernie.

“Yes she really is.”

Ernie and Miss. W stepped off of the train to go reel in the little Princess who was already smothering her cousins with hugs

“ELLA!!” Olga and Tatiana yelled as they ran to see their cousin.

The three girls hugged each other like they never hugged before, even when just days ago they were playing in Ella’s playhouse together.

“Olya make woom fow me” little Maria said as she smushed into the hug.

“Ernie, our girls are practically like sisters!” Nicky exclaimed as he walked over to him. 

“Nicky don’t give them any ideas” Alix laughed. “Ernie, I hope your train was well.”

“Oh Alix it was splendid!” The two hugged.

When the little children stopped hugging, Ella asked “where is my Tiny Cousin?”

Ella noticed that her Auntie Alix wasn’t holding little Anastasia so she was worried. In Ella’s eyes, their little group wasn’t complete without little Anastasie. 

“Ella come, she is with Miss Eagar” Tatiana said as she led Ella to where they were sitting. 

“Tiny Cousin!” Ella exclaimed happily!

Miss Eagar let the little two year old run to her cousin.

“Ewwa!” Little Anastasia said as she ran to her cousin.

Tatiana motioned Olga and Maria to come over, and before anyone knew it, the girls were back to their usual talk about castles and fairies.

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The little girlies and their nannies rode in a carriage to Skierniewice while Ernie Nicky and Alix rode in a seperate one.

The girls couldn’t stop talking to each other, as always.

“Ella we prepared a nice little room for you next to ours” Olga stated. “We put nice little things in there for you”

“I put in a dolly!” Maria said proudly.

“Mama hung up some of the drawings we did in Wolfsgarten too!” Tatiana shouted.

“I brought some things for you guys too!” Ella said gleefully.

Ella was thinking about her little box full of treasures that she brought for Tatiana. They were going to have so much fun with it!

Little Anastasia was struggling to keep up with the other girls obsessive chatter.

“ELLA….” She yelled and everyone paused to hear her

“I….I..I love pwaying togever.” The little one said with a smirk.

“Oh Tiny Cousin” Ella got up from her seat with the older girls and joined Anastasia. “There will be plenty of time for us to play together.”

Ella hugged the little one.

“Maybe even at night time.” Ella whispered sneakily which made Anastasia laugh.

Miss. W managed to hear the little whisper and gave Ella one of those looks that immediately made her shut up.

“We aren’t going to do anything naughty Miss. W, right guys?”

Olga and Tatiana looked confused but nodded silently.

“But Ella, Papa said that it was okay to be naughty sometimes!” Maria shouted.

Olga elbowed her little sister in the ribs.

That was when Miss. Eagar intervened.

“Oh Maria don’t you worry, you can always be silly but not naughty. Bad things happen when we are naughty.”

“Okay” Maria said solemnly.

“But we are allowed to have fun right?” Tatiana asked?

“Of course my darling.” Miss Eagar said. “Have as much fun as you want.”

The girls all looked at each other and laughed hysterically for absolutely no reason at all, just to have fun.

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I hope you guys had fun reading this! Don’t expect me to publish chapter 2 for awhile because I’m not the quickest writer, but i promise i will make it good! Thank you!

#princess elisabeth of hesse #fan fiction #olga nikolaevna #tatiana nikolaevna #maria nikolaevna #anastasia nikolaevna #tsar nicholas ii #alexandra feodorovna #margaretta eagar #lillian Wilson #mine #made by me #poor cousin ella #history fan fiction

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "The Future of the Force"

Adventures in babysitting, Rebels edition!

You already know what I'm going to say, I never get tired of the pretty planets in this show.

This baby is named Alora, a bit of a Shout Out to Lucasfilm's underground cult classic Willow. No I have not watched the new show I have... not heard good things.

That it's Alora's grandmother that's the one traveling with her brings up some ah... disturbing Fridge Horror regarding her parents.

My theory: They 100% dead, Inquisitors already shanked them.

Ohhhhh you can tell from the horror in grandma's eyes she knows exactly why they want the baby.

Well nice to know Seventh Sister is equal opportunity Bad Touch.

Aaaaaaand there goes Fifth, murdering all the witnesses.

Zero fanfare, just to punctuate the horror of that moment.

After five episodes of doing other stuff offscreen, Ahsoka finally decides to pay the main narrative a visit. I did and do still appreciate that the writers kept Ahsoka to a minimum, like Vader, knowing full well her presence would overshadow and overpower the others. Despite how easy it would have been to fanservice TCW carryover watchers by giving her tons of screentime, she stays mostly as a tertiary character throughout.

Which is why cramming what is essentially the Rebels sequel material into a show where she's the headliner annoys me.

Ahsoka and Kanan quipping about how neither of them are technically real Jedi is both cute and sad.

Ahsoka still deeply in denial about what she sensed when scanning Vader.

Lol this whole moment. Love Ahsoka's fond little headshake.

Love this city design, got a very St. Basil's Cathedral in Russia aesthetic to it.

Some of that influence in the music here too.

Oh wow, Zeb jumps out of the Phantom before it's even finished landing, lolol what a drama queen.

Bit sloppy to leave the transport hanging in that planet's airspace, unless the Empire plans to blow it up later.

Even without showing any of the bodies you know everyone on that transport is pretty much dead. It's really only the limits of the rating that prevent us from actually seeing them.

Grandma looks a lot paler here, I don't think she survives much longer past this point.

I talked about it before in "Always Two There Are" but I love subtle little bits of continuity like this, Zeb learning binary in order to understand Chopper, since he had such a hard time before.

THIS HITS A BIT DIFFERENT WHEN YOU'RE A PARENT.

All I'm thinking is, "How long have they left that poor baby there?! Oh gosh she must be so hungry. Is there AC in there? Did they change her? I bet they didn't even change her, the bastards."

This whole episode reminds me SO strongly of the arc in TCW when Sidious contracted Cad Bane to steal Force Sensitive children for him. Would not be surprised if they were being used for the exact same purpose.

Is it me or do a LOT of Force Sensitive children seem to be born to impoverished single mothers? I wonder if it's a deliberate narrative choice sometimes, to lean into the adoption metaphor that being given up to and raised by the Jedi Order often is.

He's so empathetic Imma cry.

Chopper's actually doing a decent job of keeping Alora happy lol.

Lol, Zeb being grossed out by the Ithorian baby.

I think he's adorable, personally.

Maybe it's the mom in me but Zeb holding Pypey is just... super cute.

He's actually holding him mostly right, giving him plenty of support.

Pypey is just sensitive enough to recognize the danger the Inquisitors pose to him. :(((((((((

A very fragmented "Shenanigans" cue here, barely more than a few notes. Almost as if the danger is stifling the fun and whimsy that leitmotif usually signifies.

It's Ezra that recognizes the ID9 Seeker and makes Kanan stop, and they move in a very nice synchronized way to hide from it here.

Underrated Papa Wolf Kanan moment: Kanan yanking Ezra back from the hallway junction just before the Inquisitors get within eyeline.

I shouldn't laugh but this whole scene with Zeb and Kanan and Ezra having no clue how to calm Pypey is so relatable.

(Babies be temperamental and sometimes you just gotta hold 'em.)

There are so many little cute background moments of Ezra snuggling Pypey or making faces at Pypey aaaah they're so cute.

The detonator Zeb dropped gets flung back at them, Fifth's doing no doubt.

Kanan keeps putting his hand on Ezra's back on the stairs, it's sweet.

Fifth and Seventh sniping at each other lol.

Here's one of the moments of background Ezra being adorable with the baby.

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Ezra gets agitated when Kanan suggests he's going to be luring the Inquisitors away, ouch, poor boy's still not over the thing in "Call To Action".

Friiiiiick Ezra sensing Pypey's fear and Pypey sensing Ezra's and them stuck in a cyclical loop. :((((((

I too ramble at my infants like this. Lol.

Ezra unlocks the secret to calming babies: Being calm yourself. <3

Obligatory "Seventh's voice actress is married to Kanan's voice actor" mention.

The smoke effects on this show continue to be excellent.

Someone, I think it was @pep-no, theorized that Pypey's special ability in the Force might be compelling honesty. That or connecting with Pypey made Ezra more emotionally open, because he normally would be smarter than to blurt out where the Rebellion is hiding in a spot where he suspects Seventh's seekers might be listening.

(Then again, Ezra tends not to have any kind of filter around people he trusts.)

I definitely think there's room for that interpretation, given Ezra's floating, distracted gaze.

Kanan does really well in his brief clash with Seventh.

Zeb hauling him like a piece of luggage is still funny tho.

I love this environment. Feels very downtown LA.

A very heroic muted trumpet version of Ezra's theme as he steps forward bravely here.

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Protective little badass.

Also love Pypey being entranced with the lightsaber and trying to touch it. Baby no.

I love this cue. I haven't watched enough Clone Wars to discern if it's a carryover theme but it's awesome.

Ezra's confidence in Aunt Ahsoka. <333

*grumbles* Stupid auto anti-epilepsy features, it makes it so hard to see properly here.

I do like how effortlessly Ahsoka deals with the Inquisitors here.

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Chopper spinning the babies, awww.

Love how the ID9 comes to perch on Seventh's palm, it's so weird and animal-like. Like she's holding a jellyfish.

Ciffhanger reveal DUN DUN DUN.

This episode is so cute. It doesn't really effect much, besides emphasizing how dangerous a world it is that new Force Senstives are being born into (even moreseo than when there was a Jedi Order to take them in and shelter and protect them) and leading into the next episode's plot but it's a fun little romp with our characters and I just find it sweet and heartwarming.

Which we needed before the next episode's plot-heavy-ness.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog #i get a bit of mom germs on this one sorry

[romanovsonelastdance]

Also a Russian article about Alexander and Olga Nikolaevna: (so that it would not be difficult for you, translation)

Speaking about the loves of Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, it is impossible to ignore this one. Probably, it was a very short infatuation – maybe just a WILLINGNESS to fall in love – but it was this feeling that had every chance of getting continued. After all, Olga finally liked an equal in position: the prince of a foreign power.

In December 1913, Olga realized that her "sun" was Pavel Voronov (more?) he does not reciprocate her, and made several emotional entries about him in his diary, using a secret cipher. His behavior confuses and worries her, feelings are looking for a way out... on December 21, the denouement follows: "I found out that my S. is marrying Olga Kleinmichel. God send him happiness, my beloved S. It's hard. Sadly. He would be pleased." Olga also encrypted this entry. It would seem that the time has come to immerse yourself in experiences for a long time, but after a few weeks the mysterious cipher appears in the diary again. And if earlier he hid only declarations of love for Voronov, now Olga writes about something else (further encrypted fragments are italicized): "January 12. Alexander Serbian arrived (In Russian uniform. Wow, what eyes). January 15th. At 9:00, my Dad and Aunt and I went to St. Petersburg for the consecration of the new church of the Fedorovskaya Mother of God in honor of the 300th anniversary. It lasted from 10 to 1 ¼. Metropolitan, etc. A bright, large, good church. I was standing next to Alexander the Serbian, he was a little further away. Wow, wow what. January 17th. We had breakfast with Dad, Aunt, Kostya and Alexander. I sat with him. Cute, embarrassing and beautiful horror. Wow wow what. January 19th. Mom I don't know how. I fell asleep after 3 hours at night.  God save her and everyone , and Alexander S. January 23. After in the Winter Courtyard. a big breakfast. Then we talked. I've been with Alexander for quite a long time. God save him. The 25th of January. We had breakfast with Papa, T. Olga, gr. Fredericks and Alexander S. He came to say goodbye. He's leaving in 2-3 days, it's a pity, dear."

Alexander Karageorgievich was 7 years older than Olga. He had a lot to do with Russia: he had Russian tutors, was the godson of Alexander III and the named son of Nicholas II; studied at the School of Jurisprudence and in the Page Corps in St. Petersburg.  He became heir to the throne in 1909, after his elder brother George was forced to give up his rights to the throne under the pressure of a scandal. In the same year, Alexander almost asked for the hand of Princess Tatiana Konstantinovna. The Serbian minister and even the father-king personally made a cautious reconnaissance on this matter. But to the Konstantinovichs, the position of the Karageorgievich dynasty on the throne seemed too shaky. K.R., Tatiana's father, wrote in his diary: "I told her in detail about the claims of the Serbian court and about the reasons prompting us to advise her to refuse this offer. Although she rather likes Sandro Serbian, she did not hesitate to give him up." However, a year later the families still became related: Alexander's sister Elena married Grand Duke John Konstantinovich. For the Karageorgievichs, this was a great success, because they took the throne only in 1903 by a coup. In Europe, they were not really recognized, and not all Romanovs were disposed to them. In 1912-13, Alexander managed to show valor in the Balkan wars. And then he thought about getting married again, but now he was interested in the daughter of the tsar himself. ONLY WHICH ONE?

In this newspaper for November 1913, it was suggested that Olga would become the wife of Alexander of Serbia, and Tatiana – Karol of Romania. On the other hand, the English Wikipedia, with reference to Serbian archives, assures that Prime Minister Nikola Pasic wrote to Nicholas II in January 1914 about Alexander's intention to marry one of the Grand duchesses. Nikolai did not object and even noticed the interest that his daughter showed in the prince – but it was allegedly not Olga, but Tatiana. (And Russian Wikipedia generally assures: "Tatiana and Alexander wrote letters to each other until their death. When Alexander found out about Tatiana's murder, he was confused and almost committed suicide").Alexander's sister Elena, in her memoirs, which I have not yet been able to find, seemed to say that she noticed some "chemistry" between Alexander and Olga. Well, Olga's diary allows us to conclude that Alexander was not indifferent to her, and I think the Serbian heir himself paid attention to her.  You can only guess what prevented you from taking the next step.In the spring, Olga is fond of Molokhovets, then the war begins, but all this does not prevent her from remembering Alexander on various occasions:"February 24.At 12 o'clock my mother received the Bavarian, Belgian, Danish and Serbian envoys (Nalajovic. So reminds Alexander C).February 25.(in small print: I haven't seen Alexander for a month since)March 25.I haven't seen Alexandra for 2 months. <...>(added, apparently, later) I haven 't seen Alexander S. for 2 months .September 4.The Pope gave Alexander of Serbia the St. George Cross 4 art . I am very happy. God help me.October 6.John, Gabriel and Kostya and Elena had lunch. They told me a lot of interesting things. She's a piece of Alexander, and I love her.October 16.At 7 o'clock we went to the infirmary with Mom, we went to everyone, and talked to K. and I. in the corridor. Everyone knows Alexander by his body."

Alexander was a thin brunette with a mustache and large facial features (and with "WOW" eyes) – this is exactly the type of appearance that has always attracted Olga. Besides, apparently, he was a really nice person. "The prince turned out to have a kind and friendly character," writes the grandson of his tutor, the famous priest Gleb Kaleda. "To please his tutor, the prince wrote to him in Russian, asking for forgiveness in advance for possible mistakes, although there were none." He was remembered as a tactful person, sometimes shy and prone to melancholy, a lover of reading – there is some similarity with Olga's character.Olga did not see Alexander again, but a year later she noted in her diary the anniversary of his arrival:"January 12, 1915.The year that I saw Alexander at Vsevolod's christening.January 15th.The year is consecrated. churches. Alexander.January 17th.Mordvinov and Count Fredericks were having breakfast. And a year ago Alexander. God bless him."It seems that even in the spring of 1916, Pasic expressed the hope that Olga would become the Serbian queen. But in January of this year, the date of the meeting with Alexander was not noted in the diary. At this time, Olga hardly thought about anyone other than Dmitry Shah-Bagov. (By the way, here her fate again intersects with the fate of Tatiana Konstantinovna, who was very friendly with the elder daughters of Nicholas II. Instead of the Serbian prince, she married a simple Caucasian officer for love, and he even served in the Erivan regiment – like Olga's lover. Because She even knew Shah Bagov and calls him a "cute, cute boy" in a letter. Surely Olga was thinking about what could repeat her path).But in 1917 Olga remembers again:"January 17th. Exactly 3 years ago today Alexander Serbsky had breakfast with us." Here the name is also written in cipher, and this is the last encrypted entry in the diary.

Olga Nikolaevna's biographers like to repeat that she wanted to stay in Russia, so she did not marry the Romanian heir Karol. The interest in Alexander the Serbian shows that, most likely, it was not in the country: it was just Karol who was unsympathetic to Olga. I think she understood that sooner or later she would have to leave her homeland. It is unlikely that the rumors had passed her by, she knew who her husbands were supposed to be, and she did not mind falling in love with a cute Orthodox prince. Maybe by the beginning of 17, she returned to thinking about him because someone had dispelled her hopes for a happy morganatic marriage? Although what could be a wedding when the revolution is already at the threshold. What kind of fate would await her in a small semi-literate kingdom, forever torn apart from the outside and from the inside?Alexander married in 1922 the sister of the same Karol (there is a version that he dragged on for so long, because until then he did not believe in the death of Olga).  It seems that he became a good family man, ruled his country for more than 10 difficult years. Yugoslavia in the 20s became a fragment of the Russian Atlantis, the center of white emigration. Sometimes there is an opinion that Alexander was so supportive of Russian refugees in memory of his first love – "Olga/Tatiana." But I think Russia meant a lot to him anyway. Alexander was killed in 1934 by a terrorist, his family fled the Nazis during the war and never returned to their homeland. Well, instead of Maria, Olga could become a Romanian widow and exile… No matter how her fate turned out, it would not be easy. The time of the Slavic monarchs has passed.

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TF2 Fanfic - On Ice

Heavy goes ice skating while Medic watches.  Fluff.

Found this bad boy on my flash drive, started sometime in 2016.  Figured I’d finish it up.

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When he took the time to really think about it, Medic supposed he shouldn't have been surprised.

Heavy was, after all, a man of Russia.  He was winter made manifest in all of his taciturn, powerful, ominous being.  His fists were the freezing winds, his footfalls the drifts weighing heavy on the rooftops.  His glare was chilly, and his massive frame unyielding.  And like a warm down coat and a mug of cocoa, his embrace was comfort in its purest form.

That said, he would have seemed more at home in a pair of snowshoes, punching bears to death than balanced on a pair of metal blades bolted to his boots, gliding over the lake's icy surface.  Instead, they had turned out to be equally comfortable states of being for the giant.

Heavy sped across the ice, his skates hissing as they cut through the rime, carrying him fast enough for his heavy scarf to billow out in front of him as he faced the way he'd come.  He looked over his shoulder, watching his approach, and as he neared the lake's edge, arced around to skirt the beach.  He kicked off of the ice with a twirl and landed on one foot, his other leg sweeping out to spend his momentum.

Medic stood, mouth agape, as Heavy skated up to him and came to a stop with a broad grin.

“I learn when I was little boy," he explained with amusement at the doctor's expression.  "Was obvious by how I was shaped I would grow up to be giant man.  Papa say he want me to be...more aware of body in space.  That skating would help."  He chuckled a little at that, "I think he just want someone in family to skate with.  Mama does nothing but fall down on ice."

"Then your mama and I have something in common," Medic replied with a soft laugh.  "I have never been able to find my balance on skates of any sort."

"You?" Heavy asked, incredulous.  "But you are so graceful, Doktor. This surprises me."

"On my own two feet, perhaps, but with wheels or a blade between myself and the ground?  That is where the complications arise."

Heavy nodded sagely at this, rubbing his thumb across his chin in thought for a moment, then took Medic into his arms, holding him tight against himself as he began to skate backward, the other man's feet mere inches from the ice.  "Then I will help you," Heavy announced, his course of action decided.  "Get you skates, hold your hands, and teach you."

Medic clung tightly to the larger man, fearing slipping from his grasp down to the ice and then slipping on the ice down to his backside.  "Teach me?"

"Yes!" Heavy replied simply, joy in his voice.  "You will be as graceful on ice as on land when I have trained you."

A soft laugh puffed through Medic's lips, and he relaxed into his lover's sure grip. There was no escaping it, was there?  "I think you just want someone on the team to skate with."

Heavy boomed out a laugh in reply, nosing in to press a kiss to Medic's temple.  "The rest of team do nothing but fall down on ice."

#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 Fanfic #TF2 Red Oktoberfest #TF2 Heavy #TF2 Medic

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ACOTAR Ships I Think About For No Reason (gimme fic recs please)

Feycien/ Feyre x Lucien (take me back!!!)

Lussian? Lucien x Cassian (the enemies to lovers Nessian could never be)

Feyssian?? Feyre x Cassian (maybe the best friends to lovers that never happened)

Feyre x Lucien x Cassian (heavy Band of Exiles vibes actually?)

Rhycien / Lucien x Rhysand (this is actually just a variant of the no-no ship, ifykyk)

Nezriel (I've read every fic and they're all delicious but Nesta vs Buffer is compulsory)

The no-no ship that everyone hates

Nesseida? Nesta X Cresseida (why did autocorrect try make that Nessian, Ew)

Nesquin / Nesta + Tarquin

(I've made a few posts based of my vision of Nesta in the Summer Court

+ I swear I've read two fics about them but I can't remember the names!! I just know at least one was from Flowerflamestars cause of their distinct style)

Actually wouldn't Elain and Tarquin be so cute omgggg!!! (I'm going to be consumed by this idea for the next 3 to 5 days)

Elain x Mor

Emerie x Cassian (I'll admit I don't know much about ACOSF but Emerie is the most prominent and probably the only real look at an Illyrian woman we'll ever get and old/fanon Cassian had so much potential to represent Illyrian men. We need poc x poc shiiiiipppssss)

Human!Elain x Graysen (I'm tired of anti human propaganda especially since in both acotar and cc they represent previously enslaved peoples and minorities as a whole, just say it out loud Sarah)

Rhysand x being alone as a morally gray person unsanctified by sjm's narrative.

Rhysand x Amren (villain power couple with rich guy bending over backwards to shower his enby lover in jewels, also poc x poc if you close your eyes and just accept it cause I said so)

Amarantha x being a more complex and competent villain

King of Hybern x a name

Papa Archeron x sitting in Human!Elain's greenhouse and thinking of his beloved bitch wife (love them idc idc)

Vassa x her throne in acotar Russia

Me x writing without spiralling down 3 separate tangential rabbit holes

#i promise this started off serious #acotar #acotar ships #feyre archeron #lucien vanserra #cassian acotar #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger #cressida #tarquin #elain archeron #morrigan acotar #rhysand #rhys acotar #amren acotar #feycien #feyssian #emerie #rhycien #morlain

[strangerthingslover69]

Number 18 ~ Part 2

Joyce and Hopper tried to take off your chains but it was no use. No matter how hard they pulled they did not budge. You had to ask them to stop as it was starting to become painful. Your eyes fill with tears as you look up at the group of strangers. ‘It’s no use, I I am stuck’ you say lowering your head. Joyce and Hopper turn to one another, ‘we’re going to get you out sweetie. We’re going to look for something to break these chains okay?’ She says getting up. You quickly reach for her hand. ‘Please. Don’t leave me’ you say pleadingly. ‘I’ll stay with you, whilst the others look. If that’s okay?’ The man who found you offers. You look at Joyce and she smiles. She makes you feel safe. You trust her. ‘Okay’ you say letting go of Joyce’s hand. She brings her hand to your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly, ‘we’ll just be out there sweetie. Dmitri will look after you don’t worry’ she says with the same warm smile. The others leave the room and go look for a way to help you out of the chains. The Russians knew you’d be able to break them easily with your powers so they made these ones even stronger than before

The man who you know as Dmitri steps slowly towards you, ‘may I sit?’ He asks pointing next to you. You look up slightly and nod before quickly looking away. He sits next to you on the floor, his knee brushes past your leg making you flinch. ‘Sorry’ he says shuffling back a little. You both sit there for a minute before you speak. ‘Did you kill it?’ You ask looking up. Dmitri looks at you puzzled. ‘The monster. Did you kill it?’ You ask. ‘Yes. It was in pain. Even though those creatures are not pleasant I did not like hearing its screams’ he says to you. You nod slowly. ‘I didn’t either. It’s been screaming for days I think’ you say sadly. ‘Days? I’m sorry you have to endure that’ he says shuffling on the floor, it wasn’t to most comfortable floor to sit on. ‘Endure?’ You say confused you have not heard that word before. ‘I mean I’m sorry you had to suffer from listening to that creature’ Dmitri explains to you. You nod slowly. You hear the others still moving around outside, you prey that find something to help you. ‘May I ask you a question?’ Dmitri asks turning his head back to you. You nod. ‘How long have you been here?’ He asks. ‘I’m not really sure. I know it’s been a long time though. Can I ask you a question?’ You say picking at your nails again. Dmitri nods. ‘What year is it? No one would tell me anything. Not the time. Day. Week. Month. Year. Nothing’ you say sadly. You don’t remember any concept of time. It could be morning or night you wouldn’t even know the difference anymore. ‘1986, it’s March 26th which I think would make it a Wednesday’ Dmitri replies working it out. You knew you’d been in Russia for a long time. You just didn’t realise how long. How long you’ve been hidden away from the real world. Your heart begins to race. Palms sweaty. Head spinning. Heavy breathing. ‘Are, are you okay?’ Dmitri asks but you don’t reply. You don’t hear his words. You hear your heart. You start rocking back and forth. ‘No no no’ you say bringing your hands to your face trying to stop the tears. ‘18 this is not how we behave. You can’t let your emotions control you. Remember what we talked about’ you hear your Papas voice in your head again. You can’t breathe. Your head feels dizzy. Your ears ring.

Dmitri does not know what to do. He thinks your having a panic attack? What do people do to help? He doesn’t want to scare you but your getting worse. Your struggling to breath. He shifts to sit in front on you, he slowly moves closer to you. He leans forward moving his hands to reach your off your face. You don’t fight back. You can’t. You don’t even see who is in front of you as your eyes are pouring the tears. He moves closer, brings your hands to his chest. ‘Look at me’ he says in a calm and quiet voice. The way he’s talking you can hear him again. You slowly look up at him gasping for breath. ‘I need you to take some deep breaths. Okay? Do them with me. Breath in. And out. And in. And out.’ You listen to his voice. You focus on him. You understand what he is saying. You copy what he is doing. Breath in. And out. Breath in. And out. Soon enough your breathing together. Your heart begins to return to its normal rhythm. The tears have stopped now. Your fully focused on Dmitri. Focused on his eyes. They helped you calm down. The blue reminded you of the sky, your pretty sure the sky was blue

‘Feeling a bit better?’ Dmitri asks stroking the back of your hands as they are still in his on his chest. You nod. ‘Yes. Sorry’ you say putting your head down. ‘Don’t be sorry, I guess you’ve been here a long time?’ He says with sadness. ‘I, I’ve been here for nine years’ you say as your lip trembles. Dmitri does not know what to say. Nine years? How the fuck have you been here nine years and non of the guards knew. How did he not know? ‘I am so sorry’ Dmitri says squeezing your hands tightly. Before you answer the others come back through Hopper is carrying something. They all look at you and Dmitri. Joyce comes over, Dmitri goes to let go of your hands but you keep them in place. ‘Sweetie are you okay?’ She asks rubbing your shoulder again. You nod. Hopper comes over to your other side, you still refuse to let go of Dmitri’s hands, keeping them tight in yours. ‘We found these. Hopefully they’ll do they trick’ Hopper says holding up something big and metal. ‘What are they?’ You ask staring a little afraid of them. ‘Pilers. But industrial ones. They can cut through anything.’ He says brining them to your chains. You flinch as he moves closer. He stops before cutting them. ‘I promise they will not hurt you. I’m going to use them to cut these off.’ He says reassuringly. You look and Dmitri who nods and smiles at you. You smile back and turn to Hopper nodding to let him use them. You close your eyes and squeeze Dmitri’s hands as he cut the chains off that are attached to the wall. Dmitri squeezes your hands back. You hear a *clink* then him moving to the other chain, you hear the same sound again. Your wrists feel lighter. You open your eyes to see your wrists no longer attached to the chains. You finally let go of Dmitri’s hands and rub your wrists. You see them imprint of the chains that have been there for a long time. You look up at Hopper with tears in your eyes again. This time happy ones. ‘Thank you Hopper’ you say with a smile. Hopper smiles back, ‘no problem kid, now let’s get you out of here.’ He says getting up. Hopper and Dmitri help you stand up. Your a little wobbly as you can move more freely the most you’ve ever moved. You stumble a little but the men catch you.

As you start to walk the man with a beard talks. ‘We need to get out of here, fairly fast as we do no want to be caught by our lovely hosts .’ He says sounding rather stressed. ‘Murray’s right, we’ve got to be fast to get past the guards’ Hopper replies. ‘There’s another way out’ you say. The group turn to you. ‘Under the object with wheels. There’s a crate the men called it. It leads down to some tunnels. A long walk I think but that’s how to escape’ you finish. ‘How do you know that?’ The man you now know as Murray asks. ‘The guards. I’ve heard them talk about it. It’s how they would get others here. They called it a ‘тоннель удовольствия?’ (Pleasure tunnel) you try to repeat the word back. ‘тоннель удовольствия? (Pleasure tunnel) Really?’ Murray asks you looking unamused. ‘Yes. I do not know what they mean. They would bring others here. I never saw them only I would heard screaming but they didn’t sound like bad screams’ you say remembering the strange noises. The others look at one another, you just stare at them confused. ‘So erm, what does that mean?’ Hopper asks clearing his throat. ‘Well American it means ‘pleasure tunnel’ Dmitri answers looking somewhat amused. ‘I heard through others of such a thing but I thought they were making it up. I guess not’ Dmitri shrugs. ‘Whats pleasure?’ You ask turning to Dmitri. His cheeks change colour slightly you do not know why. ‘It, it erm. Means something you enjoy. Something that brings you enjoyment’ he says in a hushed voice. ‘Oh.’ You say pondering your thoughts. ‘Like you?’ You say turning to him again. Dmitri raises his eyebrows, ‘I’m, I’m sorry?’ He asks looking a little hot. ‘You brought me pleasure. You found me’ you say with a warm smile. ‘Oh, oh right. Of course’ he says looking at the others who are not sure what exactly to say. ‘Your innocence is sweet. You have a lot to learn’ Murray says with a smile. You look at him confused. The others say nothing. ‘So this crate, let’s go find it yeah?’ Hopper asks you all. ‘Yes! The crate’ Joyce says leading the way. The others follow, you behind leaning on Hopper and Dmitri. Joyce finds the crate hidden under a cart, Hopper let’s go if you leaving you to hold Dmitri. He pushes the cart out of the way and lifts up the crate. He looks down, ‘okay, let’s go’ he says helping Joyce down, Hopper follows helping the man with his hands tied behind him, then Murray.

‘Okay all clear!’ Murray shouts up. You look down and it makes you feel a little dizzy, you hadn’t been out of that room in a while. It was a lot to take in. Dmitri notices your hesitance. ‘Why not go on my back and I can take us both down?’ He asks rubbing your arm kindly. ‘But how?’ You asks confused. ‘I’ll show you’ Dmitri let’s go of you a little bit, he turns and crouches down in front of you. You stare at him confused unknowing what to do. ‘Here’ he says grabbing the back of your legs lifting them to his back to wrap around his waist, your hands instinctively go around his neck to hold on. ‘This okay?’ He asks turning his head slightly. You nod. ‘Hold on tightly. Do no let go okay?’ He says as he starts to make his way down the steps. ‘Okay’ you whisper. You do hold on very tightly as you’re scared he might drop you. Dmitri takes his time slow and steady with you. As he reaches the ground you don’t let go. You haven’t even opened your eyes. He taps your hand, ‘you can let go by the way’ he says. You open your eyes to see the others waiting for you, ‘oh. Sorry’ you say quietly as your feet touch the floor. ‘I guess we better start walking’ Hopper says leading the way with his flashlight, Joyce walks with him. Murray and the tied man walk behind. You and Dmitri walk at the back. This was going to be a long walk, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to be out of that god awful room. All thanks to Dmitri finding you

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #strangerthings #jim hopper #joyce byers #murray bauman #yuri ismaylov

[seanfalco]

NIKOLAI + SHIBARI.

† word count: 652 † tags/warnings: nikolai x f!reader, shibari/bondage, lots of teasing/foreplay, praise/degradation † a/n: malishka - baby girl // lisichka - little fox // zolotse - darling

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“Stop squirming, zolotse,” Nikolai reprimanded lightly, pausing to give your ass a swat, leaving a stinging welt behind that warmed your skin.  “You will only make it take longer,” he threatened.

“I can’t help it,” you whined, your inner thighs already slick with arousal as your clit throbbed maddeningly against the smooth rope twined between your legs.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, lisichka,” he tsked, the hint of a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m not doing anything,” you argued, feigning innocence as you craned your neck to seek his face.

Nikolai merely barked a laugh and continued winding the red rope around your forearms, securing them together.  “Patience malishka,” he murmured, his voice like a caress, “I promise I will make you feel good, but it is the anticipation that will heighten your pleasure.”

Pouting slightly, you let your eyes slip shut as Nikolai worked.  Not too tight as to hurt, but snug enough to bite into your flesh, you found the restraint of the ropes and Nikolai’s fleeting touch relaxing almost.  There was something comforting, yet at the same time, thrilling about being completely at his mercy.

Each time he pulled another knot taut, his fingers brushing teasingly over you; goosebumps pebbled your skin in their wake and your hair stood on end.  Watching you finally begin to relax, the tension leaching from your body as he worked, Nikolai’s lips tugged into a roguish grin that did things to your heart rate.

“Good girl, malishka,” he drawled, leaning in to press his lips to your skin, which was quickly growing feverish with desire.  “So good for me,” he repeated, his lips trailing lower, tracing the curve of your breast.  “You look so beautiful like this, tied up for me.”

A soft moan slipped from your throat as Nikolai raised his eyes to your face.  His forest green gaze darkened with barely restrained lust seemed to bore through you, as if he could read your deepest desires, and you shivered, wetting your lips.

“How did you learn how to do this?” you murmured, whimpering softly as he tweaked your nipple, coaxing it to stiffen further.

Nikolai hummed, pleased with your reaction before returning to the task at hand, lifting your arms above your head to secure to the bedpost with the rest of the rope.  “When I was young boy in Russia, my father taught me much about tying knots.  Strong, sturdy knots,” he mused, letting his gaze trail over you, now completely at his mercy.

“This, however,” he drawled, hooking his finger under the rope that criss-crossed your body in beautiful patterns, “this I taught myself.”

You could hear the pride in his voice and your breath caught as he gave the rope a tug, drawing the one between your legs tighter.  He chuckled softly, watching the desperation cross your face at the pressure applied to your aching clit.

“While the things my Papa taught me were useful, they were crude, practical, utilitarian,” Nikolai explained, finally releasing the rope and ignoring your whine.  “But I’m a lover of beautiful things—”  He paused to flash you another grin before kneeling atop the bed, his weight sinking the mattress beneath you as he leaned in to press his lips to your navel, “ — and when I saw the art of shibari for the first time, I was enthralled.”

“Nik—”

Your whine only made his impish smirk grow.  

“What is it, lisichka?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he hovered over you, radiating condescension.

“Please,” you begged, whimpering as you rolled your hips, seeking even a crumb of friction from the rope between your legs, unable to take it any longer.

“Please what?” he taunted, his warm breath ghosting over your skin maddening.

“Please touch me!”

Nikolai huffed a soft laugh.  “I shall malishka, but you’ll have to beg prettier than that for me to fuck you.”

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