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[obiwan824]

Far From Home- Anakin Skywalker x F! Reader

requested by: @lovinghufflepuffgirl

request: Star Wars where Anakin never fell in love with Padme and he ends up with a beautiful girl from the 21st century! He's dreamt about her for a while now and wishes he could find her. And his dreams come true. Thanks!

a/n: i’m not really happy with how this came out but i hope it’s okay!! xx

 He woke up with ragged, shaky breathing, a rapid heartbeat, and sweat trickling down his forehead for the third time that week.

 It wasn't the first week he'd spent dreaming about her, but he was determined to make it the last.

 He was tired of yearning for a girl who didn't exist, someone so perfect for him, yet someone who he would never meet.

 Anakin pushed his feet off the side of the bed and walked over to the nearest glass, filling it with tap water. He chugged it, the coldness sharpening his senses and helping him to wake up.

 He took his time sipping the water, watching the sunrise through the nearest window, his hands shaking. He would never admit it, out loud or even to himself, but he was in love with the girl who didn't exist, the girl from his dreams. He thought of her constantly, sometimes interrupting his real life with the life he could never have. He wanted her, wanted to meet her desperately. He wanted her to be real.

 Anakin chugged the rest of the water and slammed it back down on the counter, pushing her out of his mind.

 She didn't exist. He would just have to forget about her.

...

 A mission to an unfamiliar planet, one he'd never even heard of before Obi-Wan told him about it, filled Anakin with excitement. He hadn't gotten to fly or leave the Temple in ages, instead focusing on his training.

 Ever since he'd distracted himself from his reoccurring dreams, his performance and focus had improved tremendously. obi-wan and the council was so impressed with his sudden effort and progress that he'd been almost instantly assigned a mission.

 It was worth it, he told himself, over and over, until any doubts left his mind. It would be worth it when he finally became a Jedi Master.

 It was a solo mission, his favorite kind. His legs bounced with bubbling excitement and he couldn't contain the grin that spread across his face as he settled into the familiar seat.

 When he flew, he felt free. He remembered his younger years, remembered the way he had been tied down, chained, and how now, he could go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

 But he realized that wasn't quite true. There was something still holding him back, someone that he couldn't find. And before he knew it, the girl from his dreams was distracting him again, the warm, sweet smile she'd give him in the dreams, the way her hand felt in his, the soft look in her eyes when she looked at him, but the way she would turn fierce and stubborn if anyone bothered them.

 The last thing he remembered was smiling to himself at the distant memory before he crash-landed on the nearest planet and passed out.

 Anakin woke with a start, his eyes straining to open, his face feeling too hot and too cold at the same time.

 He had half the mind to, panicked, look around the room, new and yet so familiar.

 "You're awake," someone said, the voice just as familiar as the room. it sent a bubbling warmth through his chest, reminding him of home. He knew he was safe instantly.

 Anakin snapped his gaze over to the speaker, standing in the corner.

 "Y/N," he breathed out, clearing his throat instantly after, wincing at the scratchy sound. "Y/N. You're- you're here."

 "You know my name?" their face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed and drawn in.

 "I know you." Anakin looked at them with a reserved fondness, remembering his place. "But you don't know me?"

 Y/N shook her head, a confused glint in her eye. "Do we have a mutual friend or something?"

 Anakin shrugged, looking off to the side, finding a window. "Can- can you open that? It's hot in here."

 Y/N gave him a searing look before she finally walked over to it and undid the latch, letting a burst of fresh air come through, hitting his burning face.

 "Where am I?"

 Y/N frowned slightly, saying a word that fell on deaf ears.

 "No, I mean-" he struggled to find the word in his disoriented state. "Which planet?"

 She shifted slightly. "...Earth?"

 "I don't know how this is possible." Anakin ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I don't know how you're possible."

 "Excuse me?"

 Anakin let out a shaky breath, biting his lip. "Unless this is another dream."

 Y/N crossed her arms. "Listen, man. I found you passed out on the side of the road with a pretty nasty wound on your head. I patched you up 'best I could and let you sleep the night here, but if you want to stay, I'm gonna need more information than that."

 "My name's Anakin. Skywalker."

 "Unique," she commented, making him smile slightly. "How did you know my name?"

 Anakin looked down. "Listen, this is going to sound strange. But I've dreamt about you."

 Y/N was silent, looking unimpressed before they spoke sheepishly. "It’s not weird. I’ve uh- seen you in my dreams. Too.

 Anakin grinned, eyes sparkling. “Really?” with a nod of confirmation, he spoke, his mind a whirlwind of excitement. “I've never heard of Earth. I'm really not sure how I ended up here, but I know it wasn't a coincidence. We've dreamed about each other- that's got to mean something."

 "Maybe," she replied uncertainly. "In my dream- we were, uh-" Y/N crossed her arms.  ”Together. And we just met, so I’m not gonna promise anything.“ she softened slightly, smiling just the tiniest bit. ”But if you want to stay a couple nights- I won’t protest.“

 Anakin felt himself melting at just her tiniest smile, unable to hide his own glee. “Of course. I’d be honored to stay with you.”

 Y/N looked at him for a beat longer, her eyes just as excited, full of yearning as his own, before she seemed to realize where she was. “Well, uh-” she ran a hand over her clothes as if to smooth them, shifting nervously. “Breakfast sound good?”

 “Perfect.”

 “Cool.” she grinned. “But you’re gonna have to tell me what planet you’re from if you’re not from Earth. You better have proof!”

[lowqualityhamilton]

Pierre: Can I ask you stupid questions?

Andrei: There's no such thing.

Pierre: How does ink come out of pens?

Andrei: All right, there is such a thing.

[obiwan824]

Flying Lessons- Poe Dameron x Reader

a/n: i’m sure this has been done before but i wrote this a while ago and idk, i thought it was cute :)) also, it’s written in 2nd person for some reason. my writing style is super inconsistent.

requested by: n/a

Poe pulled you down into his lap rather suddenly but gently all the same and you let out a quiet gasp, growing flustered and embarrassed. His hands came to wrap around your waist to both steady and position you before gliding up to your wrists, positioning your hands onto the controls. You hesitantly tightened your fists around them and he let out a content, approving hum.

Poe’s hands closed around yours, sending little shivers down your arms to your fluttering heart, and he was suddenly reminded of being a small child sitting on his mother’s lap in her shiny A-wing, feeling so light and effortless and perfect as they flew, the ship humming and responding to every command in the form of a slight movement of his hand.

“Isn’t it amazing?” he murmured, lips so close to your ear, and you could tell there was more to what he said. Poe had a dreamy look in his eye, so far-away and distant, and the softest smile rested on his lips. “Nothing else even comes close.”

He cut the brakes and the ship began to move. He steadied your hands on the yoke, pointing the nose of the ship down and then up, and then his foot found yours on the pedal and pressed down lightly, giving more power to the repulsors, and the ship began to move.

“It’s amazing,” you replied, feeling as if the very ship was alive beneath you. You could see how Poe had fallen in love with this feeling.

Poe never replied, but he didn’t need to, for you both understood all that was unsaid between you. Poe’s fingers laced with yours to give him more control of the ship but you didn’t mind, for it meant his skin was pressed against yours all the more tightly.

“This is how my mom taught me, you know.” his voice was soft, meek, empty of his usual confidence.

“Really?” you prompted him to go on by leaning back against his chest, somewhat resting your head on his shoulder.

Poe smiled, squeezing both your hands and the yoke. “She’d take me up in her RZ-1 A-wing on Yavin, after the Battle of Endor, and we’d just- soar. It felt like- it felt like- like I was free.” he paused. “I fell in love with flying, then, and I still love it now.”

“That’s beautiful.” you were quiet for a long moment, watching the world go by.  “Were you and your mother- close?”

“Very.” Poe’s hands came off of yours for a minute and you flew solo, shoulders stiffening. You felt the pressure against your back as he found something on his chest beneath his flight suit. “I still wear her wedding ring around my neck- I’m supposed to give it to whoever I marry.”

You smiled to yourself. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Dameron.”

“Of course you did.” his hands found yours again and he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss there. “Why do you think I’m giving you flying lessons?”

You felt your chest tighten slightly and you stiffened against him.

“Steady, now.” Poe caught your gaze in your reflections on the glass and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m going to let go now. Okay?”

You hesitated, but the sparkle in his eye, the huge, hopeful grin he sported made you nod. Poe let go of your hands and chose to wrap his hands around your waist, instead, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re doing great,” he insisted softly, squeezing your waist gently. “I was much worse when I first started.” after a pause, Poe chuckled. “I mean, I was, like, eight, but-”

You rolled your eyes, making the ship swerve ever-so-slightly. “Shut up, Dameron.”

“Flying now, banter later.” Poe tucked his head into the crook of your neck, turning his head so that his nose brushed your neck. “Remember my life is in your hands, Y/L/N.”

“Can’t have the Resistance’s best pilot killed on my watch,” you muttered distractedly. How could he expect you to fly well when he was so close? Part of you cursed the X-wing for being so tiny, but another part thanked it.

“That’s right. Alright, Y/L/N, my turn.”

Poe took full control, guiding the X-wing back down in a perfect, smooth landing. You slowly, feeling a bit sick, stood up.

“We’ll have to do this again, Dameron.” you smiled carefully, tucking his stray curls back behind his ear.

Poe grinned, wrapping his hands around your waist and beginning to move in. “We’ll see about that.”      

[obiwan824]

Break-In- Vampire! Anatole x Reader

requested by: anon

request: are you doing spooky requests for halloween? what about vampire!anatole x reader?

a/n: this is more of a scary vampire story as opposed to sexy lol but there’s more coming!

The night was quiet, almost eerily so, and somehow you had found yourself in the middle of the woods lining your home.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. You had heard a noise while the sun was still bright and had gone after it, without really thinking, but hours had passed and suddenly, you were enveloped in the thick, suffocating darkness of the night.  

The moon was a far-off crescent in the sky, the beams of light barely visible through the thick canopy of leaves above you, but still you squinted up at where you remembered it being, hoping for a bit more light.

Your phone was shaky in your hand, making the flashlight flicker across your path, and you took careful steps, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart.

Suddenly, you heard a sharp noise, a rustle of leaves to the side.

“Hello?” you murmured, almost too afraid to speak. Your throat was raw and your teeth chattered with the cold, making you curl into the warmth of your jacket more.

There was only silence, accompanied by the feeling of being watched.

It wasn’t bad, exactly, only unsettling- you had been alone for so long, now, that any company felt almost warm, a relief. But the uneasiness in your heart hadn’t lifted from the moment you’d heard the noise, only making your fear greater.

You took a hesitant step forward, then another, and then you were pressing forward again, sure, now, that you were headed in the right direction. You thought of home, of making a warm cup of cocoa and climbing into your warm bed and staying there until the morning.

Instead of your nice little home that you’d been saving for since college, you came across a tiny cabin, cozy-looking despite the cracked windows and plethora of cobwebs hanging from the rafters.

Another noise, this time to your other side, and you glanced with wide eyes, but nothing was there, even when you thought to shine the flashlight on it.

You turned the light onto the cabin, much less spooky-looking when it was in the flashlight’s beam, and you made a move to step towards it before your flashlight sputtered, flickered, and turned to black.

You turned over your phone- dead.

Shit.

Before you could overthink it, you stepped up to the cabin and knocked on the door. You wouldn’t make it five minutes in the forest without a phone.

You waited for what felt like hours, knowing the looming darkness went on for miles behind you, knowing that something could be right behind you, lurking, waiting-

You whipped around, feeling eyes boring into your back, but nothing was there.

When you glanced back at the door, it had creeped open just the tiniest bit. You took it as a welcome to come in and close the door behind you.

You could barely make out anything in the dark.

“Hello?” you called out softly, filled with fear.

At no reply, you began to walk around, finally making out an object in the darkness, an old-fashioned trunk. You ran your hands over the textured leather, the ornate decorations on it, and hooked your finger under the golden clasp as if to open it, until the items on top distracted you.

A various collection of knickknacks, each of them perfectly useless and important all the same. A beautiful, hand-painted music box caught your eye.

Golden details contrasted the light blue colored background, a beach scene painted on top. You smiled, intrigued by why such a beautiful item was residing in such an unpleasant place.

You picked the music box up, but promptly dropped it when something tapped you on the shoulder.

With a scream you turned around and two arms came out on either side of you, pinning your hands to the trunk. In the shadows, you couldn’t make out the figure, but two glowing eyes, tinted red, and sharp white teeth snarled at you.

“Do not touch my things,” the figure growled, teeth glinting. You jumped when you noticed the teeth weren’t teeth- fangs.

“I-” you choked out, unable to form words. “I-”

The figure cocked its head to the side. “What do you say when you break someone’s things?” you could have sworn its lips were pulled up into a smirk.  

“S-sorry?”

It laughed, something high-pitched, shrill, terrible- you resisted the urge to cover your ears. “That’s right. That’s right.”

“Who are you?”

The figure paused, tilting its head to the other side. “You break into my home, break my music box, and then ask who I am?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, heart beating. “I- my name’s- my name is Y/N.”

It smiled again, grip on your hands loosening. “Anatole.”

“I’m lost.”

“I can tell.” the redness in its- his?- eyes had given way to brown, a deep hazel that still glowed in the darkness and the bitter venom in his face grew into something softer, almost gentle, that soothed your fear. “Pretty thing, aren’t you?”

He was silent for a long, pulsing moment before he drew his arms back and let you free, adjusting his sleeves in the darkness.

“Can I stay here?” you blurted out before you lost the courage. “Just for tonight, I mean- I don’t know how to get back home, and my phone is dead-” you silently berated yourself- how much information were you going to give to this man, who just a moment ago, had had red eyes and fangs and was growling at you?

You watched his form retreat silently, walking over to the door, and flicking on the light switch.

You blinked a few times at the sudden intrusion of light before finding him, turning around to face you.

He was completely normal, even handsome- bright blond hair, blue eyes (you didn’t even think to question the anomaly of his color-changing eyes), sharp jawline- except for the blood on his white, pressed dress shirt.

He followed your gaze down to it, then smiled. “Sorry about that.”

He didn’t offer an explanation, but his easy tone of voice relaxed you.

You were still frozen into place, hands on table, shattered music box a few inches to your right.

“Tea?” he held up a kettle, eyes pressing into you in a nearly-terrifying way. “You look freezing, dear.”

You bit your lip slightly, letting your hands slip of off the trunk. “Uh, yeah- yeah, sure. Tea would be great. Thanks.”

Anatole shrugged slightly and filled it with water, then set it on the stove to boil. He moved to the sink and, almost as an afterthought, began to scrub the blood off of his shirt.

You took the moment to study the space- it was smaller than it had seemed from the outside, cozy but almost too small for anyone to live in. There was a tiny kitchen area, a couch in front of a tv, and then another door that must have led to his bedroom.

“Why do you live here?” you asked quietly, voice dripping with fear.

If Anatole noticed, he didn’t say anything. “It’s secluded.”

“I’ll say.” you turned around once more, but Anatole was gone. When you turned back, he was suddenly in front of you, on the couch with two cups of tea in front of him.

You jumped as Anatole smirked, gesturing to the space behind him. You gingerly took the seat, holding the tea in your shaking hands with a quiet ‘thanks’.

“Why the woods, though?” you asked in between greedy sips. Your raw throat slowly gave way.

 Anatole hesitated for a long moment before speaking slowly, carefully, as if choosing his every word before he spoke it. “It’s- dark.”

“You like the dark?”

He didn’t answer.

Time stretched by, silent and filled with tension. You sensed that you’d somehow upset him, although you had no idea what you’d done. You opted to stay silent until the cup of tea was finished.

“It’s getting late.”

Anatole glanced at the clock hanging above the couch, eyes narrowing slightly at it. “It is.”

You waited for more, but when he remained silence, you awkwardly spoke. “Do you have a bathroom?”

Anatole started, paling slightly at the question. Without a word, he jutted his thumb over his shoulder at the door you’d thought was his bedroom.

You got up, thanked him, and walked in. Just before you could enter, however, he had caught your wrist.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” his voice was dangerously close to a growl again. Not wanting to anger him, you swallowed hard and nodded.

You took the moment away from Anatole to catch your breath. You then walked over to the sink, washed your hands, splashed your face with water, and adjusted yourself in the mirror.

You noticed the sink was splattered with blood, and your eyes widened. Just one night, you reminded yourself. Just one night, and then you’ll never have to think about this again.

You studied your reflection, making sure you looked presentable after your walk through the woods.

You turned to leave and Anatole was behind you.

You looked back at the mirror, then at him, eyebrows furrowing, and then suddenly, your mind was full of panic.

He didn’t have a reflection.

His hands came out to your shoulders and locked you in place before you could make a run for it, his breaths long, ragged, shuddering.

“Listen closely.” his voice was low, eyes tinged with red once more. “Follow my every instruction, and you won’t get hurt.”

You swallowed hard.

“Stay still.” one hand held your wrists behind your back so that they pressing uncomfortably against the counter, the other came up to your neck, brushing aside any stray hairs.

He leaned forward and his lips brushed against first your ear, then your neck, slowly, painfully finding the perfect spot.

“What are you doing?”

He looked up with a start, as if forgetting that you were even there.

Your palms were sweating and your heart was clambering to get out of its cage. Your mind was repeating one word, over and over, panic-laced and full of hope- run.

“Stay. Still.” he snarled, and his fangs were glinting again. You wished you’d never knocked on his door.

His lips found your neck again and then, without the gentleness of before, he was cutting into your neck. A sharp sting, then the uncomfortable sensation of your blood leaving your neck.

You cried out but a piercing look from him made you fall silent, chewing your lip and squeezing the counter behind you to try and take out the frustration.

A minute passed, then another, until Anatole finally seemed satisfied. His mouth was replaced by his free hand, the pressure of it making you squeak but kept the blood in.

“Sorry about that, love,” he said easily, the paleness of his skin replaced by flushing life and the redness of his eyes replaced with that pretty hazel. He would have looked completely human, completely normal if it weren’t for the redness of his lips and the drops of blood falling onto his collar.

You looked him up and down with wide, fearful eyes, mouth gaping open. “What- what are you?”

His eyes flashed red for just a split second and he cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. “Darling- I think you know exactly what I am.”

He smiled once more before his hand tightened around your neck and everything faded to black.

[obiwan824]

Animal Control- Werewolf! Dolokhov x Reader

requested by: anon

request: Could you do a werewolf!dolokhov X reader one shot where the reader sees a wolf on their sofa unsure how it got there but leaves it be to only find in the morning it was Fedya. He wanted to tell them about him being a werewolf but was scared it would ruin their relationship or something like that??

a/n: this is in 2nd person cause for some reason i’m on a 2nd person kick? hope you like it, anon- spooky day begins :)

“What the-”

You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your sound of surprise, eyes wide. You’d just gotten home from the night shift, expecting to come home to your boyfriend, but instead finding something furry on your couch.

You watched, frozen with fear, as the creature rolled over, fast asleep. As you caught a glimpse of its face, you realized it was a wolf.

How the hell had a wolf gotten into your house?

The moment you could move again you were running to the bedroom, quiet as possible, to find Fedya. The bed was empty, sending another strike of fear down your veins.

You scrambled for your phone and checked it, reading the notification from Fedya hurriedly, vision blurry.

gonna be out late tonight. love you :)

Great. There was a wolf on your couch, and you were completely alone with it.

You closed the door softly and locked it, finally dropping your bag to the floor.

You decided to leave it until the morning- if it was smart enough to break into your home and fall asleep on the couch, it was smart enough to not attack you.

You hoped.

You were exhausted from being out all night and your mind was foggy, moving slowly. You knew leaving a wolf in the living room and going to bed was a terrible idea, somewhere in the back of your mind, but you just wanted to sleep.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Too tired to even change, you collapsed in your bed and pulled up the covers.

When you woke up, it was late in the morning, your long night leading to a long morning.

You stretched and yawned, feeling out on the other side of the bed- cold. Fedya hadn’t been at home at all.

You weren’t worried, you knew that Fedya worked hard at his job. About once a month, he’d stay out late, sometimes all night, just to get a head start on his work for the next day.

You were disappointed, though, knowing that Fedya would be tired all day. You savored your Sundays together.

After all of this, you finally started- last night. The wolf on your couch.

You jumped out of bed and unlocked the door, shoulders stiff. If it was still there, you didn’t know what you would do. Why, oh why, didn’t you call animal control?

However, you relaxed when you finally threw open the door and saw Fedya asleep on the couch, face smushed against the side of it in exhaustion.

You almost laughed and tiptoed over, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

He looked up instantly, worried, but smiled when he met your gaze. “Morning, love. Sorry I didn’t make it to bed last night, I was exhausted.”

You laughed as he sat up, the indents from the couch on his face. “It’s fine. Do I have a story for you!” you walked over to the kitchen and Fedya trailed behind slowly, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “I got home from work last night, right, and I walk in and I was so tired, I thought there was a wolf on the couch!”

You saw Fedya stiffen out of the corner of your eye, and you turned to him, cocking your head in silent question.

“Love,” he said slowly, softly, looking almost nervous. “I think I have something I need to tell you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, smiling slightly. “What, are you a werewolf?” you joked, noticing the flash of fear in Fedya’s eyes. “Fedya?”

“Come here,” he spoke gently, taking your hand carefully and leading you to the sofa.

He sat down and you beside him, meeting his eyes with worry.

“Fedya, babe, you’re scaring me. What’s up?”

Fedya hesitated, licked his lips, searching your face carefully. “Don’t laugh.”

“I wouldn’t,” you said instantly, truthfully, and squeezed his hand. “I’d never laugh, Fedya.”

He nodded slowly, too many times, looking down at his feet. “I, uh- I- yeah. I’m a werewolf.”

You were silent for a long moment before letting out a tiny laugh. “Okay, Fedya. But, like- really. What is it?”

He met your gaze accusingly, lips pulling down. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I-” your eyes widened and you looked down at his hand in yours. “You’re serious?”

Fedya’s eyes were serious, gravely so, as he nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ve been meaning to tell you for, uh, a while. And now you’ve seen me, so-”

“So you’re not really at work.” you took a long, breath, mind scrambling to keep up with the new information. You couldn’t believe that you were actually believing Fedya’s story. “I don’t understand. Where do you go?”

“I have places,” Fedya replied airily, shifting uncomfortably. “Out of the public eye, away from people I could hurt. Guess I, uh, crashed last night, huh?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, kind of. You’re really a werewolf?”

He paused, smirking somewhat. “Yeah?”

“That’s pretty cool.” you grinned, moving closer to him. “Really cool, actually. I’m dating a werewolf- how about that?”

Fedya’s eyes lightened slightly and he grinned back, dropping your hand and extending his arms. When he spoke, his voice was closer to a growl. “Come here. I’ll show you how cool I can be.”

[obiwan824]

Out of Place- Anatole Kuragin x Reader

a/n: i wrote this for the wrong character at first (’:  i wasn’t sure where to go with this, this happened.

requested by: anon

request: Could you write something where the reader had a crush on Helene but is with Anatole?

Y/N was sure that they had been put on Earth to be in love with Helene Kuragina.

It felt like from the moment Y/N had first laid eyes on her, they were in love. Y/N had had crushes before, of course, but nothing this deep, this passionate.

Every time Helene entered a room, it felt like Y/N’s heart was going to explode, and each word she spoke sent a new army of butterflies into Y/N’s fragile heart.

Y/N was sure that their only true place in the world was to be absolutely, hopelessly in love with Helene Kuragina.

They were childhood friends. The Kuragins and Y/N’s parents were close, and so of course when they both had children, they were constantly pushed together and told to get along.

It only took a few meetings for Helene and Y/N to become the closest of friends, and as they grew, their deep bond never faltered.

Years into their friendship, their dynamic had changed, and Y/N began to almost question their place in Helene’s life.

“And where are you off to dressed like that?” Y/N grinned at the woman, watching with raised eyebrows as she adjusted her deep neckline and fluffed her hair.

Helene smiled back at Y/N’s reflection in the mirror that it seemed Helene was glued to. “Nothing interesting, dear. Just going out with Anatole..”

Y/N smiled slightly. “How is Anatole? It’s been ages since I’ve seen him, he was just a boy the last time we hung out.”

“He’s fine,” she replied airily. “Still an imbecile.” Helene turned around and smoothed down her skirt. “Is this too much?”

Y/N could have sworn that their heart stopped, Helene looked so gorgeous. It was a surprise that Helene wasn’t married yet. “Uh, it’s- it’s-”

Helene smirked, eyes all-knowing. “That good?”

“And more,” Y/N choked out, suddenly short of breath. “Anyway, uh- what’s he been up to?”

Helene turned back to the mirror. “Getting kicked out of places, making people angry. The usual. He really makes me angry sometimes”

“If he’s good enough for Princess Helene Kuragina,” Y/N announced in a bold voice, making Helene laugh. “than he can’t be too bad.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” the woman tilted her head, gazing appreciatively at herself. “But he makes good company. We’re off to the opera.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably from their perch on Helene’s bed. “The opera, huh? Fancy.”

“It should be something.” Helene turned around once more and came over to collect her cloak. “Well, then, Y/N, I must be off. I hear the troika outside. Will you be staying for dinner?”

Y/N smiled kindly, feeling suddenly awkward and out-of-place. “No, thank you. Have fun- don’t be too crazy.”

“No promises.” Helene gave one last smile and left Y/N alone.

Y/N sat there for a long while before returning home. It felt like Y/N no longer had a place in Helene’s life, it was so full of adventures and trips to the club and nights at the opera of all places. Younger Helene would have burst out laughing at the idea of getting dressed up and going off to the opera with the brother she much preferred pulling pranks on than going places with.

Y/N was hopelessly wrapped around Helene’s finger, but something felt different. Off. They decided that it was only them- everything would be back to normal shortly.

It was a few months later that Y/N even saw Helene again, on their name day.

Y/N was about to enter the party from upstairs when their mother blocked the path.

“We’ve invited the Kuragins,” she said slowly with a pointed look. “We’ve been speaking and-” she paused, a soft smile coming to her lips. “well, Anatole’s latest proposal didn’t go as planned.”

Y/N raised their eyebrows. “That’s a shame.”

“He’s been taking it well.” her smile was wavering. “We think that you and Anatole should begin a courtship.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and they made a move to protest, but their mother gave them a pointed look.

“I know that you never wanted an arranged marriage, dear. We’re not forcing you to do this. Just talk with him and consider it, eh?”

Y/N was silent, mouth set in a deep frown.

Their mother smiled once more before walking off into the party, leaving Y/N to follow at a distance.

“Y/N!”

Helene came out of nowhere, her eyes already sparkling and a glass of wine dangling from her fingertips. If the slurred way she spoke was any indicator, it wasn’t her first.

“Helene, it’s wonderful to see you.” Y/N smiled carefully, accepting a kiss on each cheek. “It feels like we never see each other anymore.”

“I know.” Helene’s voice was dramatic and Y/N briefly considered leading her to a guest room to lay down. “Come and see Anatole, he’s been asking about you for hours.”

Y/N raised their eyebrows and let Helene lead them across the room to where a tall, lean blond boy was waiting, a big smile on his face.

“Y/N!”

For the second time in a row, Y/N accepted kisses. “Anatole, is that you? You’ve gotten so much taller!”

His face flushed with embarrassment, but smiled good-naturedly. “So have you. It’s been forever, love, last time I saw you, you were about this tall.” he gestured, and Y/N chuckled.  

“You’re one to tease. I see you finally had a growth spurt.”

Anatole laughed, blue eyes twinkling. “Yes, took long enough, but good things come to those who wait. Come get drinks with me?”

“I’d be honored to.” Y/N grinned and took the arm he extended, having completely forgotten the woman they’d been so happy to see just moments before.

Where they felt out of place in Helene’s life, they suddenly felt right at home, holding onto Anatole. Perhaps they weren’t meant to love Helene Kuragina.

Perhaps they were just meant to love.

They looked up at Anatole again, grinning. That would be easy enough.

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Bucky Barnes Headcanons

a/n: i did these forever ago, sorry anon!!! this is just my interpretation of the character :) sorry this is so short, i’m just trying my best rn!

requested by: anon

request: Heyyy, I heard you wanted marvel requests, can I get some fluffy dating Bucky Barnes modern day headcanons, I think I need some to recover 😭

- Bucky takes you out on dates at least once a week

- He always gets dressed up and takes you out to a nice dinner or a fair or something

- He takes you to the state fair every summer and makes sure to slide the ride handler a 20-dollar bill in exchange for them to stop the Ferris wheel while you’re both at the top

- And then acts like he doesn’t know why it happens every single year

- “Guess it was just meant to be. While we’re here-” and immediately kisses you

- It’s the only PDA Bucky’s comfortable with since it’s dark and nobody can see you, but it still feels incredibly romantic

- But at home, he is the cuddliest boy

- He always has his arm around your waist or his hand intertwined with yours or his face buried in your neck

- After he comes back from a fight, he lies with you and lets you play with his hair, his hands around your waist

- Super smooth all the time

- He has a lot of pick-up lines and he will constantly use them

- Just a lot of flirting in general

- He makes a lot of eye contact, I don’t have a reason for this but he totally does

- Bucky is super supportive of literally everything you do, even mundane things

- Which means constant sarcastic cheering from the living room as you do mundane things like pour a cup of coffee or make lunch

- He’s self-conscious but somehow so cocky at the same time

- He treats you like you’re the most important person in the world, and to him, you are

- He just loves you so much and would be such a good boyfriend :)

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Betrayal- Anatole Kuragin x F!Reader

requested by: anon

request: Could you do an Anatole x Reader where she’s his wife (the one he was forced to marry) and she really loves him, but she finds about him trying to seduce Natasha?

a/n: i haven’t posted anything in a while so here’s a little something! i’m making my way through requests slowly and i’m kinda stressed about it, so sorry if you’re been waiting for a long time! i feel super bad <3

“So.”

Anatole didn’t look up, distracted by the letter he was currently drafting, covered in scratch-outs and blots of ink- he made a note to have Fedya revise it later. “So?” when there came no response, he looked up, blue eyes shining with love. “Dear, I’m very busy now. What is it?”

“It’s this,” Y/N said quietly, voice cracking slightly.

Anatole cocked his head to the side, eyes glittering in slight confusion, making his wife sigh and gesture to the letter in front of him. “My letter?”

“I’m not as dumb as you believe.” she paused for a moment, swallowed hard. Her heart felt like it was squeezing itself to death, choking and sputtering on the account of its own hands. “I have friends, Tolya. A life. I go outside. I know things.”

“Of course you do, dear.” Anatole let out a forced chuckle. “I’m afraid I’m not following.”

Y/N hesitated one more time, unable to choke the words out, before she furrowed her eyebrows and set her shoulders, trying to stay strong. He didn’t deserve her fear. “I have connections. Connections who-who told me everything.” when Anatole didn’t reply, meeting her gaze head-on without fear, she sighed. “About the Countess.”

Realization painted itself across Anatole’s features.

“The Countess.”

“About what you and Natalya Rostova get up to when I’m distracted.” Y/N paused, biting her lip slightly. “You could tell me, you know. You could tell me. You were forced into this marriage, and I’d understand if you wanted someone else.”

Anatole winced. “Darling-”

“Don’t ‘darling’ me like you can get out of this.” Y/N shook her head, laughing bitterly. “There’s nothing to get out of. I-I just wish you hadn’t lied to me. Hadn’t led me on.”

“I didn’t think of it-”

“Exactly.” she shifted, eyebrows furrowed, and Anatole fumbled beneath her piercing gaze, eyes widening in surprise at her sudden standoffishness. “Exactly, Anatole. You never think. You never think about anyone besides yourself, and you’re going to end up hurting everyone you care for.”

Anatole stood up quickly, spilling more ink onto the letter and hardly caring. “Don’t speak to me like that.”

“Don’t act like a complete idiot.” Y/N scoffed. “After all this, you still treat me like your wife. Don’t you understand, Tolya? You can’t have it all. You can’t have a wife who adores you and a little girlfriend. You can’t have both. You deserve neither.”

Anatole’s lip quivered as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I-” he shook his head. “I love her.”

Y/N paused, the words ringing around in her head, and her heart hurt even more. Was that possible? Could Anatole really love the Countess? After all they’d been through, Y/N had come to think of Anatole as her husband, her lover, her partner. She supposed he had never felt the same way.

I loved you, she thought to herself, lips forming the words, but nothing came out. It was pointless now.

After another beat of silence, she spoke, voice rough and harsh, but raw with emotion.

“Then be with her.”

Anatole hesitated, not sure whether to take it as a blessing or an attack, but Y/N, eyes red and brimming with tears, stormed out, slamming the door to his study behind her.

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