#gemma lectures

[gemmahale]

Ficbook.net and Unauthorized Translations - An Update

Update to the update: some of the fics have been removed! 🎉 This happened before I finished this write-up even!

You may have seen this post last night about some CoD X Reader fics having unauthorized translations posted to the Russian site ficbook.net. @karlachismylife was monumental in helping me understand what's going on, and there's some explanation in that link from her POV as well.

Basically - multiple people have copied and translated fanfics into Russian and hosted them on ficbook.net. They're rough translations, some going as far as to use literal translations for turns of phrase. Most likely, they were run through a translation software (Google Translate or similar) and then roughly edited. (Juju mentioned that there is a subset of jobs in Russia where that is your job description. 😖)

Most of them have come from Tumblr posts, some from AO3. Very few had attribution beyond "tagging" the original author. (Aka - no consent was given for these translations.)

@syoddeye took the time to compile a list found here (google sheet). At the time of writing, 65 fics CoD x Reader fics were found - we know there's more but we only have so many knives in a day. (Sy did not look into slash fics either.)

Authors that have been tagged in the comments: I'm sorry you found out this way. I wanted to tell you in person, but given Tumblr's likelihood of thinking I was spamming you, I felt that this was the best option to alert you, provide you with options, and let you determine how you wish to move forward.

So what can be done?

If you already have an account, please report the fics! I'm told that spamming reports gets it taken down. Also consider messaging the author and ask them to remove them - they do not have the author's consent to publish them.

If you want to make an account and report the linked fics, you can. I have chosen not to, because I don't want to give Ficbook any extra support I otherwise might by doing so (clicks, ad views, account numbers).

If the author does not have closed comments (or you have an account), you can leave a comment on the fic.

Russian: Автор оригинала лично подтвердил, что не давал разрешения на перевод и публикацию. English: Author of the work personally confirmed that they did not give permission to translate and publish.

Finally - check in on your author friends that are on that list. It's devastating to find out your work has been plagiarized, translated and hosted somewhere else without your consent. Reblog their work, share comments, hype them up!

A couple of notes: (Juju correct me if I've fucked any of this up 💚)

The posters are likely not making money off the unauthorized translations. The website and their owners definitely are (ads, "premium features", promotion tools, etc.)

Ficbook.net is the biggest Russian language fanfiction platform - somewhat akin to AO3, but it doesn't have a great reputation within Russian circles because of the stealing and underhanded practices the owners use.

AO3 is banned in Russia, and Tumblr is one of the few places Russians can easily (aka without VPNs and Mirrors) read English version of fanfic.

CoD isn't the only fandom affected - there are dozens that have more posted, and we only scratched the surface in our list.

Finally, if you want to translate works, TALK TO THE AUTHOR. A lot of folks don't like having their work shared without their consent. Even if you feel like you are doing a good thing spreading it to a wider audience, YOU NEED THE AUTHOR'S CONSENT. If they've deleted their presence and their stories from hosting sites (tumblr, AO3, etc) - you don't get to pretend you're doing them a favor by reposting them. Respect their decisions.

[daisyblog]

One Night

Too Young Masterlist Summary: The night that changed YN and Louis lives.

Warning: unprotected sex, one night stand, unplanned pregnancy, smoking

Based on this request

“You’re pregnant!” Were the last words YN expected the doctor to say as she sat in the room.

She felt her whole body freeze, her heart thumped against her chest with force. “I-I…I c-can’t be.”.

“I can see this is a bit of a shock for you.” The doctor sympathised. “But it does explain the symptoms you’ve described to me.”.

YN couldn’t help but feel numb as she walked back to her car, notes for her next appointment and a new mother booklet in her hands, and drove towards the one place she felt comfort. But as she drove towards her Mums house, it was in that moment that it hit her. The baby’s Dad. 

---

YN had been looking forward to this weekend since the moment the tour had been announced. Her brother was finally coming back home to Manchester. One Direction were playing at the Etihad Stadium all weekend, it was a huge achievement for them to be playing stadiums for their third tour. 

She was excited to spend the entire weekend with her family. She saw her Mum and Gemma regularly with her only living in Manchester for university, but with Harry’s hectic schedule it was rare for them all to be together. 

YN was fortunate that Fridays were a no lecture day for her. She was coming towards the end of her second year of studying Fashion Management. 

She was lucky that she had met a few close friends in uni who had no interest in who her brother was. It was something that she was dreading before going, knowing how people only wanted to be associated with her for being Harry Styles’ twin sister. 

But her two close friends, who are now her roommates, Beth and Evie were genuinely interested in YN for her and not who her family was. In fact Beth and Evie had openly said that they knew who One Direction were, but they weren’t huge fans in the sense that they were invested in their life’s. 

YN had invited them along to the shows but both declined, Beth’s was travelling home to see her boyfriend and Evie didn’t want to intrude on YN’s family time, despite YN insisting she wouldn’t be. 

Just as YN had finished getting dressed and fluffing up her hair that she had curled, when her Mum phoned to tell her that  they had arrived at the stadium. The stadium was a short walk from YN’s flat, so she decided to take the risk hoping she wouldn’t be spotted by any fans. 

Harry had sent her text to explain how to get into the venue, by going to the back entrance where one of his security would be waiting for her. Paul, who she knew quite well from visiting Harry on tour previous times, showed her the way through the large venue and to the backstage area where her family were waiting. 

“YN!” Harry dramatically ran towards his sister, wrapping his arms around his younger twin.

“I’ve missed you!” YN spoke into his shoulder as she hugged him tight. 

Harry let her go so she could give her Mum, Gemma and Robin a hug too. They all caught up, Harry sharing stories of the tour so far, Gemma telling them all about her new work project and YN explaining her university life and how she’ll be glad when second year is over. 

The weekend had been amazing. The boys had played two shows, one on the Friday night and one on the Saturday night. YN had always been proud of her brother, he had been talented since they were younger but watching her “womb mate”, as they often called each other, sing in front of a full stadium near their hometown was mind blowing. 

After the boys show on the Sunday evening, Niall and Louis had suggested a night out in Manchester, but Harry, Liam and Zayn declined, and said they weren’t feeling up to it. 

“YN? Do you want to come?” Niall asked, as she waited with Harry before she was heading back to her flat. Before she answered, she looked to Harry for approval. 

“You can go if you want Minnie.” Harry reassured her, calling her by the nickname he had made for her once she found out he was born seven minutes before her. “Niall and Louis will look after you.”

“C’mon Styles…I bet you know where all the cheap drinks are.” Niall assumed as she was a university student. 

YN had taken Niall and Louis, along with some of their friends that had tagged along to a club that YN had been to before. Niall had spent the first part of the evening challenging YN to a game of who could drink the most drinks, and it was safe to say that the liquids had taken over YN. 

Her once steady balance, now began to wobble slightly and her head felt free and light as she danced to the loud music. It was only when she noticed Louis pull out a cigarette from the packet, that she too wanted to smoke. YN wasn’t a smoker, but whenever she had alcohol in her system it was like she become someonelse for the night. 

YN could see Louis making his way towards the exit, so she carefully wobbled her way through the crowd to catch up to him. “Lou!”, she reached for his arm, causing him to turn slightly at the new touch. 

Once Louis realised it was YN holding onto him, his posture relaxed. “You alright darling?”.

“Can I come with you?” YN asked, as she gestured with her head towards the white stick he still held between his fingers. 

“Of course my love.” Louis gently guided YN infront of him so they wouldnt lose eachother.

Once they were outside and tucked into a little corner, out of sight, Louis gave YN a cigarette from the packet before he gave her his lighter. 

“Thanks.” YN quickly cupped her hand to light the white stick that she held between her lips. 

“Does Harry know you smoke?” Louis asked as he took his lighter back and copied YN’s actions to light his own. 

YN took a drag before blowing out the smoke, the grey cloud circling them both. “I don’t…I’m more of a social smoker.”.

“Yeah and me.” Louis sarcastically said as he brought the white stick up to his mouth. 

YN let out a cough at his words. “I’ve seen the video Lou.”.

“Don’t know what you’re talking ’bout love.” a cheeky expression written all over his face. 

“Your eyes are pretty.” The random compliment fell from YN’s lips. 

Louis tried to hide his smile but his lips failed him. “You’re drunk.”.

YN shrugged her shoulders, the alcohol doing the talking for her. “I still know a pretty face when I see one.”.

“Pretty eyes and a pretty face.” Louis looked at the ground, a smile threatening to appear. “You’re making me blush babe.”.

“Well sober me wouldn’t say it..so just take it.” YN admitted as she put out her cigarette and threw it into the bin, Louis copying her. 

“What else wouldn’t sober YN say?” Louis questioned, intrigued at what else YN had to say. 

Louis was now leaning against the wall as YN stood slightly in front of him. “I..I-I” YN stuttered. “I wouldn’t..uh…I wouldn’t say that I’ve thought about kissing you a few times.”.

“Why haven’t you?” Louis knew he was risking a lot but couldn’t help himself. 

“‘Cause you’re my brothers best friend!”. YN thought that would have been obvious to him. 

Louis shrugged his shoulders from his position still leaning against the wall. “One night…no strings attached.”.

“Nobody would know?” YN’s sober self is loosing to tipsy YN’s dream.

“Nobody would know!” Louis reassured her. 

Before she could change her mind, YN grabbed Louis hand and pulled him in the direction of her flat.

---

As YN pulled up the road towards her Mum and Robin’s cottage styled home, she felt nervous. She knew her Mum was the least judgemental person and only saw the good in everything, but YN knew her news was unexpected. 

“YN my darling, I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” YN was wrapped in a warm motherly hug, a cuddle that was all too familiar. “Not that I’m complaining.

“Just needed my Mum.” YN admitted, as she  took a seat by the kitchen table. Anne bringing them both a cup of tea. 

“Everything alright my love?”. Anne knew her three children better than anyone, and she knew when something was on YN’s mind.

YN hesitated, wondering how to break the news to her Mum. But in true YN style, she ripped the bandaid off. “I’m pregnant!”.

Anne’s eyes widened, she wasn’t angry or upset about the news, but shocked was definitely the right word. Anne could never be angry at her children, especially when it came to baby news, she always saw babies as a blessing. 

“You’re pregnant?” Anne repeated, wanting to make sure she head her youngest daughter correctly. 

Tears threatened to spill as YN nodded her head. “I’m sorry Mum!”.

“Why are you apologising?” Anne reached over the table to squeeze her hand. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”.

“I’m twenty and I’m gonna be a single Mum.” YN spat out, getting angry at herself for being in this position. 

“I don’t want to question you…but the baby’s father?” Anne noticed YN’s shoulders tense and her knee began to bounce up and down. “You hadn’t mentioned seeing someone.”.

YN bit her lip, thinking about how she was suppose to tell her mother that her unborn baby’s dad was actually her brother’s best friend. “He doesn’t know…it was just a one night thing.”.

“Look…Darling…we are here to support you every step of the way.” Anne meant every word she was saying. “You’re not alone.”.

---

YN opened her flat door, silence greeting her as Louis trailed behind her, his hand still holding hers. 

From their short walk from the club, they had sobered up a little. “Drink?”.

“Yeah…sounds good.”. Louis followed YN, assuming she was heading towards the kitchen. 

“What do you want? Beer, wine, vodka?”. YN named some of the options they had.

“I’ll just have a beer please.” YN passed him the brown bottle from the fridge and continue to make her own drink. “What the fook are you doing?”.

“What?”. YN asked has she poured the vodka. “It’s vodka and coke.”.

“In a fookin’ mug?”. Louis couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“It’s student life babe.” YN took a mouthful from the mug. “Just drink from whatever you can find.”. 

After standing in the kitchen for a while longer, talking and continuing to drink, YN found the courage to move closer to where Louis was standing with his back pressed against the counter. 

The room was silent, as their eyes focussed on each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Louis wore a smirk on his face, as he noticed YN was now standing right in front of him. 

“So.” YN turned her head to the side slightly, eyes still focused on Louis. “Are you gonna kiss me.”.

Within seconds, their lips were moving messily against each others. Louis hand was tangled in YN’s loose curls, whilst YN’s hands pulled at his thin t-shirt to pull him closer. 

YN blindly moved them into her bedroom, both unwilling for their lips to part. It was although now they got a taste, they didn’t want to stop. 

As they moved as one further into YN’s room, Louis reached for the bottom of YN’s dressed and pulled it off her body, leaving her in just her underwear. YN followed Louis lead and began to pull at his t-shirt and within seconds they were both fully undressed. 

Louis carefully brought YN back to him, pushing his lips against hers once more, before guiding them both over to the single bed that sat in the corner of the room. 

“You sure ‘bout this?” Louis asked, as he nibbled down her neck, soft groans leaving YN’s mouth. 

“Yes.” YN moaned out as Louis lips left wet kisses down her neck.

Louis didn’t hesitate before he gently laid YN down on the small bed, hoovering over her and finding her lips with his. Silence surrounds them as Louis lines himself up and carefully pushes himself inside of her, earning a moan from the both of them. 

The room is filled with grunts, moans and the sounds of the bed hitting the wall above them as he continues to his movement. What surprises Louis is when YN brings her hand up to his chest to stop him. 

“You alright?” Louis was concerned that he may have pushed YN too far. 

“I want to go on top.” 

YN’s words shocked Louis, but he happily swapped positions and left out a loud moan when YN repositioned herself so he was back inside of her. YN left sloppy kisses, in between her own moans, down Louis neck and before they knew it they both came undone together. 

They fell asleep tangled together under the sheets, completely unaware how that night was going to change their life forever. 

Taglist: @jillsvalentinex

[pekoehoneyncream]

Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick Headcanons

Part One

Words: 600~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

Y'all are powered by spite alone, istg. Gaz won the poll by one vote, ONE! I had soap's shit lined up and ready to go and y'all really said 'nah, no thank you'

Here's your prize,

Hope You Enjoy!

Gaz is slow to trust. He does not like strangers, and often feels on edge around new people. He isn't outright rude, in fact he's often downright friendly. He knows better than to alienate unknowns and make unneeded enemies for his team by acting hostile.

Ghost often validates Gaz's suspicious nature by asking him for breakdowns of potential weaknesses and if someone's likely to become a problem or a liability. 

Gaz shows a lot of love through acts of service, if there's anything that the 141 needs or needs done he'll make sure it happens, often before they even realise it's going to become a problem.

Gaz has a habit of referring to other people as NPCs. Particularly groups of people that ostensibly have a use, but only ostensibly.

Gaz cusses A Lot. He uses swearing, snark, and sarcasm as coping mechanisms, particularly in stressful situations. He doesn’t like directing his vitriol at his teammates, but situations, enemies, unknowns, strangers, acquaintances, and friends are all free game.

Cannot stand ticking or tapping noises, especially when he can't find where the sound is coming from. Rattling vents and unbalanced ticking ceiling fans are the banes of his existence. | At first he tried to be casual when he brought stuff up to Price, “So, have you noticed that the third light in the breakroom buzzes and flickers a bit when it's on?”, but now he just straight up tells Price what bothers him. (Price tells maintenance, but if they're being too slow Price has been known to just fix it himself.) | Soap, with his pathological need to bounce his legs, is on thin fucking ice. Gaz can usually ignore it if Soap keeps a consistent rhythm, but when Soap's fidgety he starts to drive Gaz up the wall.

Not great at sharing. Leaving the last piece of something, in case someone else might want it, is not something that would ever cross his mind. If someone doesn't directly ask for something, he's assuming they're not interested.

He's cannot do constructive criticism. He's got the criticism part down pat, but rarely cares enough to struggle with making it constructive. He embodies that video: Be Nice. ‘I'm finding it.’ It takes you that long? ‘It does, It does.’

He's an only child. His mom, Gemma, is a Biomedical Equipment Technician, and his dad, Arthur, is a Semi-Retired English Professor. He was mostly raised by his dad, as his mom's job kept her out of the house most days. His dad actually became Semi-Retired to be a Stay-At-Home-Dad and raise Gaz. Arthur Garrick has published a few textbooks and still goes in for the occasional guest lecture.

Gaz's bedtime stories were books like Le Morte de Artur, the Iliad, Lord of the Rings, the Robert Frost Compendium, and Narnia.  

When Gaz was learning to write his dad taught him cursive, leaning towards calligraphy. To this day Gaz's printing looks like a ten year-old's. Meanwhile, his writing is very pretty to look at, but nearly illegible. His signature is completely unreadable, it's just a very elaborate pile of loops and slashes.

Occasionally forgets the words for things. His brain does this thing that he likes to call Playing Wheel of Fortune, where it will let him remember the meaning of the word, and sometimes what the word rhymes with, or its first letter. | These moments all go something like this: “You can’t pin that on me! You've only got… fuck what’s the word, where its a person in a place and they're getting blamed for something. It’s like a lawyery thing.” A court? “No no, it's like they got caught, but they were in the wrong place and it’s only if you put it together a certain way it looks bad. Like a bad impression, but serious. It’s a long word. I think it starts with S… Circumference? No. Situation? Something like that.” Circumstantial? “Yes! Circumstantial! Circumstantial Evidence!” I saw you eating my crisps, that's not circumstantial evidence.

Thank You for Reading!

PekoeHoneynCream's Headcanons

[justplainwhump]

Leaving

Ira's loyalty is absolute.

The first piece I've written in a long while, and a gift to @angst-after-dark. Thane and Dami are their characters.

Content / warnings: two whumpees, BBU, recovery, recapture. Past conditioning. A tiny bit of choking. Sacrifice.

The day, on which Ira's fifth life ended, started like any other day.

Of course it did, she thought. It always came as a surprise. Mistress - Madeline - had had her picked up to be given to Ms Gemma after a beautiful holiday. Ms Gemma had locked her up in the bathroom and sold her, just when Ira had started really feeling at home with her. The police had raided Master Adam's apartment during their regular Saturday morning sex.

These had all been the ends to bad lives, though. This life, it had been good. Since the moment she'd met Dami, her days had become brighter, her world larger, her smiles real.

She wasn't ready for it to end. But she knew it did, when she stepped into their kitchen, a bit sweaty from her bike ride home in the summer's heat, backpack half slipped down from her shoulder to stow groceries into the fridge.

"So you're it," a soft male voice stated. "You're the one they settled for."

The backpack dropped to the floor, as she turned around.

The stranger was good looking, young, a bit older than herself. Probably Dami's age. Dark hair, high cheekbones, perfectly white teeth. He'd helped himself to a drink from their fridge, it seemed, as he carefully rested the can of coke on the kitchen counter and looked her down.

Sometimes, activists in the network had felt the need to teach her about how pets have the same worth as others. As people. That they weren't weaker or less human or in any way inferior to them.

The lectures had never been necessary. Ira had never thought they were. There was no difference between pets and regular people.

The difference, the divide, was between all of them and the owners. Between those who had to work and struggle and fight and give in their lives, and those who never did. Those who only existed to take.

The stranger in her kitchen was that. It was obvious from his stance, the twist of his lip, the cool disdain in his eyes.

He was an owner.

And he'd come to take.

She just stood still, met his gaze, waiting for him to make a move, to tell her what it was that he wanted.

And he did move, with long strides, as if this place, this small kitchen with the yellow sunflower curtains, that Dami and Ira had called theirs was his already. And maybe it was. Maybe she was, too.

The stranger reached out to grab her chin. She didn't flinch. Just let him touch her, inspect her, judge her.

Her white hair, her colorful clothes, her tattooed skin, the patterns of crisscrossing scars, the place on her wrist where a tattoo swallowed what remained of her bar code.

The man let go off her, shook his head with a scoff, before he gestured at the room around them. "This shithole of a place? A cheap runaway whore like you? That's the life they chose over what they had with me?"

"I love them," Ira said carefully, an odd sense of pride bristling under her skin. "And they love me."

He chuckled mildly. "We'll see about that," he murmured, and stepped in, settled his hand around her throat. "Would you even fight if I killed you?"

She lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "They love me," she repeated.

The man's fingers wrapped around her throat more tightly. "They're mine," he said. "They might've forgotten it somewhere between your long whore legs, but they'll remember. They-"

"Ira." It was all but a garbled breath behind her, followed by a word that made her shiver, cut to her bone. Dami's voice, horrified, sincere. Absolute. "Sir."

The man's other hand returned her, far enough for her to see them, to meet their gaze for the flicker of a moment, before they dropped to their knees.

She'd never seen them surrender.

Of course she knew they had. They'd been what she'd been, after all. Made to serve. Obey. Surrender. Made for an owner.

Made for this owner.

She wanted to whisper their name, but she kept silent under the man's hands.

"Please," Dami said, "Leave her out of it."

"You're mine," their owner replied.

"Yes. Yes, Sir."

"Then you'll come back with me."

"I will." Dami didn't look at her, just stared at the floor, the tips of the man's polished shoes.

"Good." The hold around Ira's neck loosened, as he stepped back and straightened his shirt. "Then let's go."

Dami scrambled to their feet. "Yes, Sir."

Ira didn't cry, or beg, or say goodbye. Dami was her world. There was no life without them. It wasn't even a question. She stepped forward, to their side, reached out to take their hand.

Their fingers interlaced with hers, natural, perfect, as they always had. They belonged together.

Behind her, she heard the man laugh. "What's that, whore? You want to come?"

"No," Dami whispered.

Ira swallowed, grabbed their hand more tightly and shook her head. This was her decision to make. Not theirs. And there was only one option. Not only her life had become better in freedom, side by side with them.

She knew she couldn't save Dami from going back. But she could keep them from going alone.

"Yes," she said softly. "I will."

[gemmahale]

Stealing your tags, @dozeydaisy. I have a lot of thoughts.

Yes, there’s the cake metaphor to remember, but also: every time you tell the same story, it’s a different story.

How many iterations of “revenge for killing a loved one” are there? Hamlet, Lion King, the story I wrote in 8th grade, the list goes on and on.

How many times do we tell the story of “grudges have consequences”? Romeo and Juliet (the stage show, the early 2000’s version with DiCaprio, the version every 9th grade class tells), @the-californicationist’s Guile and Guilt, and so on.

Stories are meant to be told again and again and again. Every time it’s slightly different. Every time it’s so delicious.

Every time you make something, you take inspiration from the past and mold it into the current iteration.

And that’s what makes it SO WONDERFUL.

I go to a bakery, I get carrot cake. I fucking love carrot cake. I’m not going to be disheartened that the bakery next door ALSO has carrot cake; maybe theirs has raisins! Maybe the one up the way uses walnuts! The bakery three towns south does a drier cake that goes well with tea and the bakery six towns north makes a cake that’s so moist it’s jiggly.

Hell, Kallen’s made two carrot cakes in a span of days and I’ve DEVOURED them both!

They’re all the same kind of cake, but they’re all different and wonderful and I’m going to make myself sick from how good they are.

Do not let the fear of doing something again stop you. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Do it regardless of the brain gremlins saying otherwise.

Every time it will be different, even if you don’t think it feels that way.

Does anyone else feel like this or am I losing my mind?

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@lightcreators sent: The sooner you face the facts, the better.

                   ˜”*°•.      Frustration .  Frustration  was  such  a  small  word  to  describe  her  feelings  at  the  moment .   Couldn’t  they  all  simply  stop  talking ?  Stop  existing ?  Her  mother  enough  of  a  fuss  already .  Lecturing  her  about  late  rehearsals  and  inappropriate  appearances .  Well,  she  was  NOT  a  kid  anymore ,  it  was  her  life,  her  career ,  she  could  CHOOSE  whether  she  wanted  to  set  it  up�� on  fire  and  let  herself  rot .

The  glance  she  offered  the  other  was  not  even  close  to  friendly .  Air .  What  she  needed  was  enough  air  to  sober  up ,  yet  the  place  felt  SUFFOCATING .  ❝ I  have  NOTHING  to  face . ❞  Words  that  echoed  abrupt   -  at  this  moment  not  even  caring  that  she  was  yelling  at  her  friend .  Gemma  was  already  losing  her  patience  with  her,  would  it  be  so  terrible  if  Nico  did  the  same ? 

Breath .  Her  hand  went  over  her  face  before  eventually  dropping  to  the  side .  ❝ What  are  you  doing  here  anyway  ?  ❞  She  asked  -  question  now  lacking  the  previous  intensity .   If  she  had  to  choose  between  returning  to  that  room  with  her  mother  being  all  willing  to  mess  with  her  nerves,  she  would  rather  spend  it  with  him. 

[cupfullofpapas]

(Yes I'm reusing this image too busy to doodle a new one :''( life has been super crazy as of late ) Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant

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Sleeping was difficult that night, you tossed and turned until your body was too exhausted and you passed out, when morning came you reached out expecting to touch your Cardinal's sweet face but found only cold sheets, the confusion it hit you before your memory did. “Ah.. the tour,�� you thought out loud with your hand still on the sheets.

Your Cardinal would be lying beside you, waking up to him you would crease his cheek and get a genuine smile from him, a smile you missed already. Grabbing your phone and tapping in the security pin, the envelope icon had a 1 on it. 

Copia:  Goodnight Cara Mia <3, call me when you get up

You smiled looking at the message the little heart he typed out made you giggle as you pressed the call button on his name, it rang a few times before he picked up.   "Dolcezza, good morning!."  He greeted putting a smile on your face as you sat up in bed leaning against the headboard.  "Morning Caro, how did you sleep?."  You heard Copia groan.  "Without you by my side, horrible I used to be able to wake up to an empty bed and not think anything of it, and now? it is the worst feeling in the world."  You couldn't help but chuckle at the dramatic tone of his voice her hand cupped over your face to keep any noise from escaping.  "Well it's only for a few months Copia, remember-"  "Cara" He interrupted "If you are, going to say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder  please Mountain has already given me the entire lecture about it, no wonder he  is Primo's favorite ghoul."

 A smile came to Copia's face as he heard you laugh on the other end ahh what a laugh you had he could listen to it for hours, there was a moment of silence the Cardinal swallowing hard trying to decide if now was the right time to say those three little words to you, he shouldn't be this nervous about it he'd already slept with you several times. Copia opened his mouth to speak however Rain appeared in the doorway his thumb pointing over his shoulder.  "Ah, dolcezza, I need to go and get started first concert is in a few days."  "I know."  You replied swinging your legs over the side of the bed and getting up.  "I need to get my butt up too."  At that moment there was a quick rapid knock on your door as one of your siblings of sin stuck her head into your and Copia's dorm room as you and Copia said your goodbyes. "Come quick!, Sister Gemma has gone into labor!." 

You stared at the sister in shock. "But" You started. "She isn't due until next month."  This made you get up quicker throwing on her habit, instead of brushing your hair you shoved it into the hat there was always time to brush it later. The closer you got to the infirmary the more siblings of sin and ghouls alike littered the hallway, pushing one of the shorter ghouls aside. 

"Sorry, Lenti!." You called back finally pushing the door open and heading down the hall.   "Sorella." Came Primo's worried voice taking your hands in his.  "We were in the garden when the pain started."  "Has her water broke?" you watched as Primo stared at you blankly.  "I'm not sure, I do not remember Sorella"  You knew he was worried and some information could have escaped his mind especially with everything moving so fast and his fear of losing a second wife. 

You heard Gemma call for him it took you aback for a moment to hear her like that, fearful, fearful was one thing you would never classify Gemma as. Primo had let go of your hands and rushed to Gemma's side.  "Mi amore, do not worry everything will be okay."   "I hope ah!- so caro."  You watched them for a moment and wondered.. if one day that would be you and Copia, shoving the thought aside you stepped into the room. "Gemma how close are the contractions?"  Before Gemma could answer you heard Sister Imperator behind you.  "They are close now, if you would please step out into the hall."  You wanted to argue about staying there, however, Lenti was already tugging you out of the room to stand with the rest of the ghouls, ghoulettes, and siblings of sin. The heavy doors kept Gemma's cries at bay, time seemed to stand still as you worked your way to the outer edge of the group squeezing out of the crowd. 

"You!." You heard a voice yell out and before you knew it you were tackled to the ground and with weight sitting on your stomach the air had been knocked out of you.  "Divine!." You heard Alpha's voice as he picked the ghoulette up off of you the blond giving a nervous laugh, meanwhile, Terzo and Omega helped you sit up you were about to thank them but only glared at Terzo. 

"Yes, yes I know I was a dickhead, look I've already called and apologized to him, as much as I didn't want to-" "He felt awful after the fight, he didn't even do his skin routine or bubble bath" Omega butted in, thankfully the young Emeritus had worn his paint or else you would have seen his cheeks go red. "Shhhh! Omega!."  He spluttered "What? it's not like it's a secret" You mustered out a small laugh looking up as Alpha walked over still holding Divine by the back of her top, like a cat that had been caught.  "What do we say Divine?" the ghoulette hissed only to get shaken slightly. "Okay! okay!."  The female huffed.

"I'm sorry for tackling you, I saw you and got too excited- now put me down Alpha!!." The Ghoul opened his hand dropping the girl who landed on the floor with a thud. "Ow! you motherfu-" She started but huffed making her way to Terzo on all fours taking a seat by him and Omega grumbling.  "I see she's still pretty feral."  "We're working on it." Alpha shrugged before asking.  "Any news on the baby yet?."  You shook your head. "Nope, Sister Imperator had Lenti pull me from the room, I think she's pushing right now." 

"She pushed you from the room? the old witch"  Terzo grumbled running his hand through his hair in annoyance. "She better be kind to my niece or nephew" Terzo hissed quietly. 

It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Sister Imperator stepped out.  "It's a girl."  She announced to the waiting crowd Primo being the next to step out of the room holding the baby girl wrapped in a yellow blanket.   "Alessia Anna Emeritus." He announced blinking as several of the crowd members were pushed aside Terzo forced his way to the front his eyes having a shine to them. "Fratello, she is beautiful"  He spoke his voice a whisper as those tiny mismatched eyes looked up at her father and uncles her little head was covered in soft blond hair.  "How is Gemma?." You asked as you made it through the crowd Omega, Alpha, and Divine having acted as bodyguards. 

"She is doing well, come"  Primo spoke as he turned allowing you and the others to walk in the older Emeritus considering you part of the family now.  Gemma looked up from her place on the bed. "Sister, there you are." She held her arms up allowing you to hug her Terzo was next followed by the two ghouls before Alessia was handed back to her mother. 

"They said she was early but strong with everything fully developed." Gemma smiled as Alessia's little hand took hold of her finger, you turned your attention hearing the door open only to see Secondo standing there he looked surprised or maybe shocked?, to see you there, you couldn't pinpoint it. 

Saying your goodbyes you headed out of the room so the brothers could marvel over their new niece, thankfully the crowd outside had departed making it easy for you to be on your way.  Time seemed to slow down and you hated it, you hated going to bed alone at night sure Copia and you would talk for a few hours until you both eventually fell asleep while still on video call there were a few times you woke up seeing him fast asleep you had learned a few things from this:  One Copia was a heavy sleeper. Two he sometimes talked in his sleep. And three he sometimes passed gas in his sleep, the first time you heard it, it sent you into a fit of laughter that woke the poor man up out of a dead sleep. When he asked what was so funny you spared him any humiliation and simply said that Bisscoti had done something funny, from then on if it happened again you always muted your side to laugh or giggle. 

Two months in and time started moving faster, thankfully mostly because you were watching little Alessia, rather watching Primo gush over his bundle of joy you had to remind the eldest Emeritus to take his medications and of his appointments with the abbey's doctors. You watched as Primo gave his daughters' belly a raspberry which made the youth squeal in laughter, feeling your phone buzz before ringing the screen and flashing Copia's name you waved to the two happy new parents before taking your leave and answering.

"Hey babe."  You answered giggling as you heard a wheeze of surprise on the other end.  "Hello sorella, how are you?." Your Cardinal asked once the camera had been turned on allowing you both to see each other, you swore he grew more and more handsome each day.  "I'm good, missing you, you have what, one or two more shows before you return, yeah?."   "Si, and non too soon." "Oh?, trouble in paradise?." "I wouldn't say trouble more like ehhh.."  He rolled his wrist looking for the right words to say. "Getting the ghouls and ghoulettes to listen to me, especially Omega and Alpha but enough about work how is la mia nipotina doing?"

You stared at him for a moment. "My little niece."  He respoke as you gave a thankful look. "She's doing well, a little small, other than that she's in perfect health." "Does she have the ehh, eye?." 

"Yeah she does, it's so weird, seeing a tiny set of eyes like that makes me wonder if there are any baby pictures of you lying around."  You laughed as you heard Copia wheeze a 'no'. You laughed while heading back to the dorm,  flopping onto the bed while holding the phone above you. 

Copia watched as you flopped down onto the bed seeing your gorgeous hair fanned out and the way the blankets hugged you... his mind started wandering, wandering right down into the gutter it had been too long since he had pleased himself, so long that seeing you sprawled out on the bed made him stand at attention. Copia was mentally thanking Lucifer and the infernal princes that he had remembered to lock his bunk door for some privacy. 

"Ahh, cara mia the things you do to me."  He whispered which put a smile on your face as you rolled over onto your belly the phone held out in front of you.  "Oh?, and what do I do to you?, my Cardinal?."  You watched as his face turned a soft shade of red.

"W-Well I-I that- that is uh... um.. eh... that- you see ehh..." He was flustered and you loved it.  "Well?."  Your voice took on a flirtatious tone. You watched as he smirked feeling the rare boost of confidence. "How about I show you, eh?."  Now it was your turn to turn red as you heard the rustling of clothes and a zipper and with the turn of the phone, you were face to face with his cock standing erect and proud. Copia's leather-dressed fingers came into the frame to stroke at himself slowly. You watched biting your bottom lip as you felt a tingle between your legs watching, listening to his breathing grow deep. 

"I see you miss me quite a bit hm?."  You giggled lifting your hips from the bed and rolling them feeling yourself starting to grow moist. You had almost forgotten how good it felt when he was inside of you, how good it felt while your Cardinal slammed into you hitting all the right spots while he had you on your hands and knees taking you from behind.

"More than you know tesoro."  You watched as his hand pulled away his cock throbbing, you watched it bounce with each pulse. Biting your lip you looked around as if to make sure no one was looking at your screen in your own damn room.

"You know- letting it go like that isn't good." You whispered. "Perhaps you should take care of it mio caro." You rolled your r and you swore you saw his cock bounce harder.  "Si, si dolcezza" You heard your Cardinal gasp as he took a firm hold of his cock starting to stroke his erect member soft moans passed his lips, moans that went right to your core making your slick walls throb and grow slicker, they gave a harder throb as you heard him groan your name.  "Fuck that's hot." You wheezed out in a whisper.

"Bellezza, what I wouldn't give to have you here with me right now bouncing on my lap, to be deep- so deep inside you." Copia panted out.

"Oh fuck, yes Copia."  The words came out in a hushed gasp of a whisper, they seemed to just spill out on their own as your hand snaked down between your legs slipping past your panties and feeling your moist lips.  "Sweet Lucifer, I'm so wet."  

You breathed you felt a slight wave of embarrassment however the feeling was pushed away as you sank two fingers into your cunt making yourself gasp his name, before you knew it you both were masturbating listening to one another, the phone had been moved so you both could also see each other while your hands went to work.  "Fuck, cara I want you, I want you so fucking bad."  Copia breathed as his hand pumped his leaky cock, beads of precum had welled and started to spill giving his erection a soft shine. 

"Ragazza birichina... I can hear your wet cunt from here."  Copia breathed making you clamp around your fingers.  "Oh fuck, C-Copia-."  You panted as you thrust your fingers in and out of yourself faster. "I want you here in me so fucking bad." You whined your back arching into the huge mound of pillows. 

"Ohh.. you have no idea how much I wish I was there." Copia breathed. "Amore I'm close." 

"Hold it baby, just a little longer wait for me."  You gasped as your second hand joined in rolling your clit, as good as it was it couldn't compare to the feeling of Copia's hands on you. Your mind trying to trick yourself into thinking it and surprisingly it works bringing you closer to your peak.  "Cara-."  Copia started but you cut him off.

"Now, now, oh fuck- now! oh baby I'm cumming I'm cumming!." You moaned as you felt the pressure snap in your pelvis it felt as if your blood rushed from top to bottom and back while your cunt squeezed your fingers.  Copia had sped his hand up until his balls finally contracted as he released. His head was thrown back as thick streams of cum splurted from his cock splattering onto the camera, you could only hear a faint breathless 'ah shit' as your body was starting to come down from its high falling back onto the bed. 

It took a few minutes before you finally had enough energy to get up and clean your mess, Copia doing the same on the other end wiping his phone clean.  Afterwards, you lay in bed with a pillow propping your phone up next to you as you both continued to talk into the night feeling even more in love as you said your goodnights and blew a kiss at the screen.  You were settling down for bed when you heard a knock at your door, mumbling you dragged yourself from the bed to answer it finding Emilia at your doorstep, your brow arching. 

"Mi dispiace, sorella, for coming to you so late but you are the only one I could think to ask."  "What is it Emilia? and it's okay."  "Mi dispiace, but do you- umm."  Her pale face grew red as her dark eyes looked away, she looked kind of cute that way almost too innocent to be in the church of Lucifer.  "Do I?."  "DoyouhaveanyextracondomsIcoulduse?."  She said quickly her voice hushed, there was silence for a moment while you both stared at each other before you laughed which made her face redder.  "Yeah yeah I do, come on in." You waved your fellow sister of sin into your dorm room while you vanished into your room grabbing the box from the nightstand and popping it open pulling a line of the foil packages out. 

Folding them you headed back to the living room where Emilia was still standing her face still red with blush.  "Here you go." You handed them to her as she gave a thankful smile.  "Grazie."   "No prob and don't think there is any bad blood between us just because you're with Secondo okay?." Emilia stared at you as if you had read her mind and seen right through her fears, you watched as her hazel eyes welled a little.  "Grazie, grazie sister."  She spoke smiling as you hugged her. 

"Now go, rock his world sis." You snickered as Emilia squeaked at your words, one final hug and she was off to nail the man of her dreams, you couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she could go right to her lovers' room and be with him while yours was miles and miles away. Your final thought that night was if this was how Gemma felt when Primo was on tour during his era as Papa, if she could get through it then hell you could too!. Tag list: Please message me and tell me if you would like to be tagged! @thesoundresoundsecho @xpapaemeritus @copiasprincipessa

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✤ Number of fics: 24

✤ Posting Since: 2019

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Nothing But You On My Mind {E, 83k}

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

2️⃣ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in {E, 52k}

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

3️⃣ Party Lines {E, 25k}

Louis works for a phone-sex operating company, collecting credit card information and transferring calls to different operators. On a particularly busy night, everyone is booked up, and one caller has been patiently waiting for more than a few minutes. In a split second decision –one he’s probably going to regret– Louis picks up the call himself.

Or Louis accidentally becomes a phone sex operator.

4️⃣ Little by Little {E, 65k}

Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes.

Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

5️⃣ Gimme Some Sugar {M, 13k}

Louis is scheduled to work an overnight shift with Harry, the hot new pastry chef, to complete a special order. Into the late hours of the night, they bond over music and the ability to make each other laugh like no one else... which makes it harder and harder for Louis to hide his crush. Maybe it won't be so bad if he can't.

Or an AU inspired entirely by a manip of Harry with highlights.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Somethin' Old and Red {NR, 5k}

There was a ritual with these things. He’d pour a splash into a wine glass —his favourite little joke was telling humans he loved a nice glass of red every now and again— then sat down in his living room and listened to music while he drank. Every time he changed the record —or, what was it they called them nowadays? 8tracks? MP3s? Playlists? It was difficult for Harry to keep up with the technology, especially as much as things had changed over the last few decades— he would change the music before refilling the glass. He liked to savour his meals. He could get at least two evenings out of a bag that way, which worked very well for Harry’s schedule. His wine glass was in front of him on the counter, and he was ready to pour.

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"please come out, i need to talk to you" with nolan and princess au!!!!

contains: princess reader au, dad!nolan, angsty teenagers, break out the tissue box | this is the PERFECT time to go off of my idea. thank u anon.

"I know- I don't need you to lecture me." Nolan said right as he saw his wife come into his peripheral vision. He sat on the couch, blood boiling and his mind racing. He hadn't got that mad in a long long time, and he was ashamed of himself that his kids had to witness it.

She stood there, arms crossed and just as equally mad, but the married couple were mad at different people. Nolan was mad at the boy - the boy that she didn't bother to tell him about, the eighteen year old boy that she didn't bother to tell him about - Gemma brought home for dinner, and Y/N was mad at her husband. If they looked at each other they could practically see the steam coming off of them, they were so angry.

"You need to make this right before you come to bed, or you can have the guest room." Is all she said before she walked back upstairs, her steps heavy on the way up. It had been a very long time since she has seen Nolan that mad, and he can't even remember when he was that angry last. He knows she's right. Before she goes to bed, he needs to settle this with Gemma.

Nolan takes a deep breath before walking up the stairs to his eldest daughters bedroom at the end of the hall, passing his other kids rooms. Hesitantly, he knocks on her door softly. He tries to open the door but it's locked.

"Gem, open the door please." He softly says, leaning against the wooden door. He can hear shuffling around the other side of the door and that eases his nerves a little, at least she didn't climb out the window.

"Go away dad," the sad and brittle tone that she responds to him in breaks his heart. He bites his tongue and ducks his head down, holding onto the door handle incase she unlocks it.

"Gem i'm not going away til this door opens," Nolan leans his head against the door, listening to try and make out what she's doing in her room. His heart breaks at the thought of her just sitting in a ball curled up. She's done that since she was a child, he used to call her a turtle. She would curl up a lot when she felt sad or scared, and Nolan was usually the only one who could coax her out of the turtle shell.

"Please come out Gemma, I need to talk to you."

He was met with silence, and he was about to give up until he heard the lock turn on her door. He stood in front, his hands in his pockets and watched as Gemma slowly opened her door. She mumbled a quiet "you can come in" to Nolan.

He followed her into her room, stepping over some dirty clothes on the way to her bean bag chair. Gemma sat on her bed criss-cross, looking down at her white bedspread that had flowers embroidered onto it.

"I'm sorry for my outburst earlier. I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of Barron-"

"Barret." Gemma corrects.

"Barret. I would just like to know these things ahead of time. I would like to know when my daughter, my fifteen year old daughter, is bringing a boy home for dinner. That's all." Nolan explained through the calmest tone possible that he could push out. Gemma doesn't say anything in response, and the silence between them is thick and awkward.

"When did you start dating?" Nolan asked. "Which, by the way, I never said you could do yet." He adds.

"We're not...we're just hanging out. I invited him over cause I wanted to see what you thought, and clearly you think he's no good or...whatever." Gemma traces the flowers on her bedspread, never looking up at her dad throughout the conversation. "What's the big deal anyway? You and mom are four years apart, and you guys are fine. Most of the time, anyway."

"The big deal is that he is a legal adult, you are not. That he looks at you in a way that I don't like. He wants things from you that personally, I don't think you're ready for yet." Nolan explained, getting up from the bean bag chair and sitting at the foot of her bed. "I'm just trying to protect you, that's all."

Gemma looked up at him, and she felt the slightest bit confused. She didn't understand her dad's words, she felt as though he was being overbearing and that he was restraining her. Gemma thought that he was overreacting, still.

"Just, wait a little while before you start dating, okay? I don't want to see your heart get broken." Nolan reached her hand out to her, open palm waiting for her to take it. She eventually did and Nolan pulled her in for a hug.

He knew that she was upset by his words and that she'd eventually understand what he was talking about, but for now she was going to sit in her feelings. He was okay with it, but he was upset with how he made her upset.

"I love you, Gem," he mumbled as he kissed her on the top of her head. He pulls away to look at her and his heart breaks a little to see her teary eyes. "I'm just trying to protect you, you know that right?"

"I know, dad. I just really liked him." Nolan wipes the tears from her cheeks and continues to hold her hand.

"Trust me on this one, Gem. You'll find better boys, and if you find ones that aren't better, i'll beat them up." Gemma laughs and that makes Nolan feel better now that he got to see her smile, the smile she got from her mom.

He leaves her bedroom after making amends and walks back down the hall to his own bedroom, to find his wife watching her favorite show for the hundredth time this month. He sighs, going to lay atop the covers next to her.

"Did it go alright?" She asked, pausing her show and looking over at her husband. Nolan nods his head, resting his head on her shoulder and stares at the television mounted on the wall. "You did the right thing. And you know, I didn't like the kid either. He kept looking at her funny."

"Thank you!"

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[Jason]: Hey Morgyn, I know I have lessons this Saturday but do you mind if I can skip them. 

[Morgyn]: What’s wrong, are you already getting tired of my lectures?

[Jason]: No it’s not that. I was wondering if I could ask Arwen out.

[Morgyn]: You didn’t have to ask me permission, Jason. But of course you can go on your little date this Saturday.

[Jason]: Thanks and it’s not a date, I think. I’m just trying to get to know her first. 

[Morgyn]: Well you have my full support. Go out and enjoy yourself, that’s all I want for you to do. 

[Arwen]: Hey Jason!

[Jason]: Hey Arwen, sorry for the sudden phone call but it’s best I ask you something over the phone.

[Arwen]: I’m not doing anything right now, so I’m free to talk. What’s up?

[Jason]: Are you doing anything this Saturday?

[Arwen]: Besides doing chores around the house, no. 

[Jason]: Okay, so, I was wondering if I can take you out. Something simple like a walk at the park or a chilling at a cafe. 

[Arwen]: I would love that! 

[Jason]: Great, I’m looking forward to seeing you again.

[Arwen]: Me too. See you this Saturday.

Text Messages:

[Nyon]: Gemma just show up....

[Nyon]: don’t want to deal with her bs so i’m coming over

[Nyon]: party frenzy rematch im kicking your ass this time

[Jason]: lol okay, door’s already unlocked

[Nyon]: Thanks for letting me crash your place. I’m livid right now.

[Jason]: Yeah, no problem. What happened? 

[Nyon]: I told Hesperia that I love her but I don’t think she even heard me cause Gemma interrupted at the last minute. 

[Jason]: She’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. 

[Nyon]: Don’t worry, I told her to leave you alone. Hopefully, she'll listen for once.

[Nyon]: Enough about her. How’s things going between you and Arwen?

[Jason]: We mostly just text and talk pretty much everyday whenever we get the chance. I finally mustered the courage to ask her out.   

[Nyon]: Nice, how are you feeling?

[Jason]: Excited? Nervous? Overwhelmed with all these emotions. I know it’s just a simple little get together but I want it to be perfect. And even if it did end up perfect, what if I don’t feel anything at all and this is just a big waste.

[Nyon]: Listen, just relax and take a deep breath. Like you said, it’s a simple little get together so you don’t need to go all out. 

[Nyon]: And most people think they do find their soulmate after the first date. But for me, I don’t believe in that. And yes, I know being in an online relationship is a huge risk as well.

[Nyon]: However you still need to fully develop a deep connection with that person to know if they’re the one for you. So trust me, you’re doing fine Jason, just keep what you've been doing.

[Nyon]: Then suddenly you can’t stop thinking about them and get this twisted filling in your stomach. Talking about ways to meet face to face for the first time, painting your nails a certain way…

[Jason]: You really love her, huh?

[Nyon]: Hell yeah, as much I want to tell her. I feel like it’s better I say it once we meet in person. Alright, that’s enough for being snappy, ready to get your ass whooped.

[Jason]: *laughs* You’re on.

Pervious

[gemmahale]

Okay - re Ficbook.net and the (unauthorized) Russian translations.

I spoke with @karlachismylife (who is a gem and a delightful person).

You have to have an account to report fics there, and the author that I was told about has locked comments.

If you want instructions (and to make an account), I'm happy to help you with what needs to be done. Basically, it's spam the report until the system locks you out.

Juju's gone ahead and:

messaged the author about it, asking them to take the fics down since they don't have author approval.

messaged her friends (who are also Russian and have accounts) to report the works. (note: it is also very late/early in Moscow, so it may be a bit before they wake up.)

She told me (verbatim) that it is a very bad translation - it is not adapted to Russian and used a phrase verbatim instead of the intent.

Most likely, this person threw it into Google Translate, adjusted some of the super egregious stuff, and threw it up. It happens in other fandoms too - to the point there are ads out there looking for people to do exactly what this person has done.

If you're one of these people that has copied works over to ficbook.net or similar sites, I hope you perpetually stub your pinky toes and your shoes are always a little leaky/socks are always damp. Fuck you.

People put so much love and passion into their work and you decide to try and make a dollar off their back (when in the US, fanfic cannot be monetized)? How disgusting, awful, and shitty of you. That is how you lose those fics and those authors in the first place - by plagiarizing, copying and translating works without consent.

I'm sorry I don't have more concrete actions for us non-Russians to take - I was hoping making an account wasn't necessary, but I refuse to give that site more clicks and revenue and accounts that support them.

[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 3 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

Clay nodded as Juice finished telling him what he had found on Half-Sacks sister. "I don't have any concerns that make me feel she poses a risk for the club. Does anyone have objections?" asked Clay looking around the table at the men seated. After hearing none he adjourned the meeting.

As the men filtered out, Gemma made her was in. "Stormies a sweet girl and so is Isabella. Makes me wish I had a daughter" stated Gemma wishfully as she sat down in one of the many chairs. "Hassling her already" chuckled Clay as he shook his head. "No" replied Gemma with some annoyance. "Just checking to see what she is made of.....and there is a spice that I can't wait to see come out" replied Gemma with a laugh. "I came in her though to ask a favor" stated Gemma changing the subject. Clay laughed, "of course you had an ulterior motive." Gemma ignored him before continuing on. "I was telling her about Luanne and Kira-Kira. Told her I could get her a job their but she declined doesn't want to do that line of work anymore. I can't blame her after what she has been through. So I was thinking maybe she could be the club's bar tender." explained Gemma pausing to gauge Clay's response.

"Does she know how?" asked Clay after a moment. "Yes, she made all kinds of drinks out here while we were waiting" replied Gemma with a smile. "Sounds fine to me. She can start when she's ready" replied Clay. "Thank you" replied Gemma before getting up and leaving.

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"I hope my mom wasn't too much darling" stated Jax as he sat at the bar where Piney was sitting coloring with Isabella while Stormie cleaned up what she had been using to make drinks. "Gemma? She was fine" replied Stormie as she glanced up at the blonde haired, blue eyed guy. "I assume your Jax? She gave me a whole history" inquired Stormie as she caught the VP patch on his kutte. Jax frowned slightly. "What exactly did my mom say about me" he asked curious. "Lets see. Two kids, inability to keep it in his pants, married to a woman she doesn't approve off, ex wife is an addict to which she said you have poor choices in women. Piney did I forget anything?" relayed Stormie with a smile as she looked towards the older man. He had put her at ease right away when the clubhouse filled up hours ago especially after Isabella announced that "her mommy was scared of men" making Stormie cringe and flush with embrassement.

"I think that was everything" laughed Piney as he looked at Jax who shook his head with a small smile. "All true. At least my mom is honest when she talks shit" laughed Jax as he took the beer Stormie offered him. "Don't feel to bad. She gave me all the dirt on everyone" replied Stormie as she caught sight of Gemma waving her to her. "I'll watch her" stated Piney as he saw Stormies gaze as he nodded to Isabella. "Thank you" replied Stormie before walking off to talk to Gemma. "Don't go sniffing around her Jackson. She's had a hard enough life and doesn't need you making it more complicated" warned Piney as he looked over at Jax. "Why do people keep telling me that" muttered Jax as he sipped his beer and thought of how Half-Sack, Chibs and Tig had already given him separate lectures.

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This relationship is being judged too harshly. It has great potential aside from opposite attract. Their different personalities could lead to various scenes, domestic, comedy, and drama, but every scene of them so far was plot-driven, not one normal couple scene.

Gemma, being a bit naive, sheltered, and privileged upbringing, shouldn't be counted against her. She could provide much-needed lightness to OA's life and lighthearted scenes.

OA's suits seem to be sewn into him opposite to Gemma, who wears accordingly home and work clothes but not him. Why??

Maggie has no right to judge Gemma based on appearance or lecture OA about his relationship. She is hypocritical; she had no idea if Gemma did drugs or even really knows her, but her sister is an addict, and she is supportive and jeopardised a case for her and to Jubal too who she knows, was drunk on the field.

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hi flick! if you’re still taking drabble requests, i had this idea for donnacha and i wanna preface with the fact that i don’t know if it’ll be your cup of tea and that’s totally okay! but if i’m remembering correctly, i think he has a family dog back home and i wonder if you’d write a lil something about him hearing about a minor scare and being nervous? could be as mild as she got out and they couldn’t find her for a bit, but feel free to make it as angsty as you like or not write it at all! 🧡

Anon, since day one with this boy in my repertoire, I have fully intended on using his dog to emotionally whump him, so this is in fact a perfect prompt! Thank you 🖤

This got a little heavier than I originally intended, so keep an eye on the content warnings!

Word Count: 1,305

CW: (CONTAINS SPOILERS) missing dog who gets found, anxiety, irritability, references to uneasy family relationships, reference to injury, reference to childhood trauma, homesickness.

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“Shit!” Donnacha growled as he turned around from his wardrobe and whacked his shinbone against the foot of his bed. Gritting his teeth, he tossed two pairs of underwear in the general direction of his gear bag and focused for a moment on clearing the stars from his vision. His heart was pounding so hard, he could feel it in his ears when he slowed down. 

“What’s wrong?” came a low, tentative voice from the door. 

Donnacha clicked his tongue. “Nothing, Hen, it’s grand.” 

“I’m coming in.” 

“Yeah, why not?” Donnacha muttered under his breath. He scooped up his clothes and started stuffing them into his gear bag. His actual rugby gear lay in a pile on the floor at the other side of his wardrobe. 

Henry held the doorknob tightly as he eased himself into Donnacha’s cramped room. He poked his head around the wood and frowned behind the thick lenses of his glasses. “What’s happening?” 

“I told you, it’s fine.” 

“No, you said it was ‘grand’,” Henry said in a gentle mimicry of Donnacha’s country accent. 

Donnacha didn’t respond to that, partially because he didn’t care to, but partially because he was too busy mashing his teeth together and yanking on the zipper of his gear bag. The damned thing was in a pitiful state after three years of being dragged to and from lectures and training and matches and the occasional trips back home, but somehow, the thought of buying a new one never occurred to Donnacha until moments like these, where he either hadn’t the time or the means to go and do it. 

“Shitting thing,” he hissed as the zip finally made it all the way shut. 

“Donnacha, why are you packing?” Henry touched the frame of his glasses. “You never go home on Sundays. You have college tomorrow. And training.” 

“You don’t think I know that?” Donnacha exclaimed breathily as he heaved the strap of his bag onto his shoulder.

He snatched up his phone from the floor, ripping it free from the charger in a way that made Henry visibly wince. Donnacha unlocked the screen. It still displayed the post, made by his cousin Gemma, that had started Donnacha on this zip-sticking, shin-bashing packing nightmare. 

‘This is Millie, went wandering from my cousin’s farm Wednesday nite. Call myself or Aoife if you see her in the area x’ was the text that appeared above a photo of a top-down view of Millie’s head, displaying her black-and-white markings. It wasn’t the best picture of her, and didn’t really convey her size or give a good sense of what she looked like in profile, but Donnacha had hit ‘share’ on it anyway. 

He hadn’t been able to yell at his sister and ask her why he’d had to find out through their cousin’s social media that their border collie had been missing for almost four entire days, because no matter how many times he tried her phone, she never picked up. Anger blazed in his chest every time he got cut off, because what if someone had found Millie and was trying to reach Aoife? 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

When Donnacha looked up from his phone, he had to blink tears out of his vision to see Henry’s face. 

“Um...” He glanced down at the photo of Millie again, hesitating. He cleared his throat and rubbed his wrist over his eyes. “No. Sort of. It’s probably stupid, but Millie’s... Millie’s been missing for a couple of days, so –” 

Henry started when he realised Donnacha had turned the phone around to show him the post, and he squinted diligently at the screen. 

“I-I’m going to head down home and see if I can help find her.” Donnacha sniffled, then ground down his back teeth again. He couldn’t be a slobbering mess for the three-hour drive ahead of him. He couldn’t be red-eyed and snotting down himself when he saw Aoife, when he saw Gemma, when he saw his father. A shiver curled through his lower spine at the thought. 

“Donnacha, I’m so sorry,” Henry said in a very steady voice. Too steady. Too unemotional. As though he were speaking from a script in a language he could voice but not understand. It didn’t usually bother Donnacha, but right now it did, and he found himself waving a hand in the direction of the door. 

“So, can you move, so I can get out of here, please?” 

Henry started again. “Of course,” he muttered, turning and hobbling out of Donnacha’s room with Donnacha following closely behind.  

Donnacha stopped to switch off the light and trudged towards the front door of the apartment. Buried in the pile of four flatmates’ shoes were his beat-up Air Maxes, which would be ideal for hopping gates and trudging through fields whilst yelling Millie’s name. As Donnacha dug for them, he sensed Henry coming further down the hallway without having to look over his shoulder. 

“This wasn’t supposed to –” Donnacha sighed heavily as he pulled the runners from the pile and started to put them on. “I’m not stupid. I knew what it meant when I moved away. I knew I’d miss stuff. I knew I probably wouldn’t be there when Millie... when she – but I thought we had years still. I thought she’d get a bone condition like Poppy – that was... that was our Jack Russell, she was already ten when I was born – and we’d know when we had to say goodbye. You know?” 

“You’re upset,” was Henry’s succinct response to the information given. “Do you want me to come with you?” 

A light scoff rose in Donnacha’s throat. The image of Henry standing in his mother’s kitchen, drinking tea from one of the mugs left over from Donnacha’s upbringing, looking increasingly alarmed as Donnacha’s mother and sister spoke rapid-fire at him with their heavy accents was mildly amusing. But then he thought about Henry meeting his dad and Donnacha’s gut turned cold. 

“No.” 

“But are you alright to drive?” 

“Yes, I’m grand to drive, Henry!” Donnacha snapped as he straightened up from tying his shoes. “I drove the van back up from the far fields, six kilometres, with my dad in the passenger seat after shattering his wrist, screaming like the fucking banshee, and that was when I eight! So, like, yeah, I think I can handle this right now.” 

“Donnacha,” Henry breathed. He didn’t blink, he didn’t touch his glasses, he didn’t sway where he was standing. He was just looking. And that was what made Donnacha realise he’d overdone it. To distract himself from the packet, he whipped out his phone again, refreshing Gemma’s post out of muscle memory at this point. 

Only now there was an updated line at the top of the post. 

‘FOUND!!!!!! Beautiful Millie is home with her folks safe and sound. Thnks for all the love and support everyone x’ 

Donnacha all but threw his phone at the floor, not caring that it was relatively new and that it bounced twice on its corners before finally settling screen-down.  

“They found her.”  

“Amazing,” Henry said. “You must be relieved.” 

Donnacha gawked at the floor. He was waiting for the relief to set in, sure, but without being there, without being home, without having Millie physically in his arms or at least in his sights, how could he be sure that it was true? She could have never been missing in the first place. She could have still been missing. She could have died four months ago. And Donnacha would have been none the wiser. 

He jumped and looked up when he felt Henry’s bony hand on his arm. Now that his heart wasn’t racing, those green eyes didn’t seem quite as cold. 

“I’ll put the kettle on,” Henry said quietly. “Okay?” 

Donnacha let his gear bag slide to the floor. It landed far more softly than his phone had. “Okay.” 

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1318.2 - One Life Ends, Another Begins

While Barrow farm begins to thrive again and the household is preparing for Brayden's upcoming nuptials, Frederik Jr. is summoned by the landlord and is fined for his conduct towards Elenora; he is told that he must pay for her future dowry, and also support her and the child financially for the next three years. Though he attempts to explain himself to his lord, his words fall on deaf ears and he returns home dreading having to ask his brother for the money.

As he expected, Brayden is upset that Frederik has put them in this position and lectures him about his responsibilities, insisting that he should just marry Elenora, but their mother, Rosemary, scolds the older twin for his tone and mediates the situation, ensuring that Frederik will have the money he needs.

In the Verviers household, Gemma welcomes a healthy baby boy into the world, but she is weakened by her labour and ultimately passes away. Lucan is devastated, finding solace only in caring for his newborn child, vowing to protect his two sons with his life. He suspects Gemma's death may be related to the underhanded means he used to revive her in the first place...

Brayden's marriage is a small but joyous event, and Fatima is glad to return with him to the farm, though she is less than enthused about her new sleeping quarters in the same room as her new husband's numerous family members, stating that it is out of the question for them to spend their wedding night in such conditions.

Thankfully, Brayden had renovated Wendell's cottage for them, and she is relieved to know that they have a small space of their own, away from his many brothers and sisters, and his young aunt Gabriella.

As the year ends, Fatima is settling into the Barrow family, and Brayden begins to draw up plans for his siblings' futures.

Births:

Ghyslain Verviers

Deaths:

Gemma Barrow (Verviers) • 1284-1318 (34 years old) • Childbirth

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Product Information for Jett Doll

Jett Claude Diamants is the second youngest of seven siblings, born to Theodore Diamants and Rochelle Blanco on March 17th 1996. Rochelle took a particular liking to Jett, as the baby who most resembled herself in looks and personality, and so Jett was rarely given an opportunity to know his father while he was alive and well.

Rochelle and Jett became enmeshed and he was often used as her emotional support, but also the brunt of her lectures, manipulations, gaslighting, and swearing. Despite this he was capable of being charming, warm, and empathetic when the occasion rose in him. He was also very close to his older sister Esmeralda, who often comforted him when his mother turned on him, and he would lament on how he did something wrong.

In 2002 his father passed away, and Jett was sad but had little time or space to grieve when his mother latched onto him harder. He lived in a state of constant exhaustion and confusion, never knowing what the next day would bring him.

On November 13th, 2005, when Jett was 9, the boy had made an off-handed comment to his mother about her looks as a joke, and this resulted in a maddening lecture wherein she attempted to hit him - when Onyx got between them and struck her first. This was enough for Jett to escape and hide while Onyx and his mother fought, resulting in Onyx being kicked out.

Jett finally started to stand up to Rochelle in 2010, when she had tortured his most beloved sister Esmeralda. While Jett doesn't know what happened, he knows it left his sister mute, and so he started to lash out. He would embarrass her in public, attempt to pull her down with him in her insults, would use her manipulations against her, and when the physical blows came Jett was finally brave enough to strike back.

By 2011 Jett was officially kicked out of his family home and sent to live in a boarding school with no access to funds or family contacts. This resulted in him mingling with other boys and sneaking out for his life of addictions, things that relieved the gaping wound he's had since his birth and helped him to feel whole for a minute.

After coming home in 2014, Jett was unable to connect to his siblings... he looked like their mother... people said they were similar... and it ate at him horrifically. He began to pierce his face everywhere he could, kept a neat beard, covered himself in tattoos, anything to stop seeing her haunting him. During this time, Esmeralda was his support, and he learnt to be hers - learning sign language together so he could interpret for her and be her primary carer, and it helped him realise how much he loved caring for people.

Then in 2016, when he was 20 years old and mid-way through his second year of nursing, Jett was attending more court appearances, learning too much he never wanted to thanks to the media and Gemma. His mother was a nurse. It made him sick - so he skipped his rotation year and finished his degree in three years and hasn't ever looked at his result (a distinction). Instead, he dedicated himself to sports and began a successful career as an adrenaline junkie, a fantastic motocross champion and racecar driver.

Jett and Rochelle