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Love blooms in Heeramandi...The Diamond Market

Sherlock Holmes x Tawaif (Courtesan) Reader

Love blooms in Heeramandi... The Diamond Market 2.0

Authors note: just jj Maybank as a dad 🫶. This is set way after obx s3. Forgive me for spelling mistake. And he is 26 year old in this.

If jj Maybank would have told his sixteen year old slef, that he is going to have his life sorted out, have a loving partner, and a baby girl name Isabelle aka belle, he would have laugh in your face.

Because it was too good to be true. For sixteen year old jj, who thought he be alone in jail, or be like his dad.

But then it was her. He first known her as sarah cameron best friend, but at the kregger, the day it changed everything for him, the girl who stayed and helped John b to patch up. Everything changed since then for him.

Going from strangers to friends to lovers, it was a ride, during whole treasure hunting but he was glad to meet her.

Then there was a 'i can't be with you unless you fix ourself' for both of them.

And let's say it end well.

"hey jj" sarah smile at jj, who came to pick up belle from playdate with Sarah and john b son, after his work at charter.

"look belle your dada came" John b said to belle who he picked up as she smile seeing her dada "she really missed you" sarah told looking at jj.

"is that right?" He smiled at his daughter who giggle, as he made grabbing fingers and scooped her up.

"was she okay?" Jj asked both of them "yeah, believe it or not she was actually..very good" sarah nod "learned from mom" John b said as sarah give her husband a look "what she did again?" Jj sigh.

"you made james, eat his lunch properly" jj asked belle in drive back home, belle nod as she played with her toys.

"you do know he is one year old then you, and you had to boss him around like you babysitting him" jj explained to his daughter who was smiling "bossy like your mumma" jj nods looking ahead as belle giggle.

Arriving back at there home, jj looked at the clock and he knows in few hours later his wife will return from work.

He made belle sat on counter, as he thought to make something for her, even he isn't MasterChef.

As he tried to make noddles, with help of youtube "where is the salt" jj called out loud looking around then looked at belle who innocently played with spoon "do you know where your mumma kept salt?" He asked her.

after some how finding the salt, and making the noddles "I am home" he heard her saying "in the kitchen" jj called out loud.

"hii my little angel" she smile seeing her daughter who knows sitting at her chair giggling after she saw her mother as she kissed top of belle head.

"hey, this man needs love too" jj said as she kissed jj cheeks and hugged him from behind "what you making" she asked jj seeing from above his shoulder.

"noddles, thought to make dinner knowing you are tried" jj replied as she kissed his cheeks as thank you.

"so nice of you" she told jj letting go of him so she can drink water, "i know I am very nice" jj nods his head "so how was with Sarah and john b?" She asked looking at belle and jj.

"John b and sarah told she was very good" jj quickly replied, stiring the pot. "That is very good belle" she smile at her daughter who played with her rabbit soft toy.

"sweetheart can you try this and tell me it's good" jj asked his wife who nod and tried the noddles after having a taste she give jj a look.

"it's, good. But too sweet"

Seeing her husband and her daughter frown confused, "too sweet?" Jj asked her "yeah, you have put sugar" she mummble as jj frown "why would I put sugar-" he picks up the container "this is salt" jj told his wife.

"you haven't tasted it have you?" She asked jj who nod as no, as she made him eat noddles as jj face fell, and understood what she meant.

Then he tried the 'salt' and it was sugar as jj nod keeping the container away as he acted everything is normal, and like he did not put too much sweet on sugar.

"that's sugar" he mummble "you didn't know what is the difference between salt and sugar?" She said softly leaning against the counter "how I am suppose to know this?" Jj point at the bowl.

"jj?" She titled her head "okay you didn't told me where was salt" jj tried to say it back "you could have taste, heck messaged me" she responded in very calm tone as she put the bowl away.

"you knew about the sugar didn't you" jj mummble to his daughter his eyes srunch up as she smile again .

"traitor"

Cause I am and it's very rare to find fanfic authors who have even heard of Hindi mythology....

No my dear anon. I am white like the pale goose egg 🪿🥚 I'm Australian- White european descent.

My lovely educating friend @livesinfantasyland is Indian. She and I have been talking non-stop since she posted her first Henry Cavill X desi!reader moodboard. It has left me into a spiral of hyperfixating on the culture including the hindi religion. I keep mentally comparing it to Christianity and marveling at the similarities and differences.

I have always felt Indian fashion was so beautiful. But I barely knew anything about the culture except from movies depicting basically the poorest communities in Mumbai- which is not a great representation overall considering the mass of incredible history and resilience of the people of India.

With @livesinfantasyland help fact checking google answers, I truly have come to learn a lot than I expected. And boy do I eat it up!!!!

Lmao this has become a lowkey desi hoellanders sleepover 😂

Warnings: cursing, both in hindi and english, that’s pretty much what this blurb is lmao

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“Babe,” Tom calls you out. “Why did you laugh yesterday when I replied bc to your text?”

“Oh that? Nothing,” you say trying to hide your smile.

“No tell me, I just meant ‘because’, bc is the short for because, right?”

“It.. it means something else in hindi”

“What does it mean?”

You sigh. “It means bhenchod. Which means sister fucker”

“Well..what is motherfucker in hindi then?” he asks you after a minute.

“Uh.. madarchod”

“Madarchod,” he repeats after you. “Hey teach me more desi cuss words”

“Why?”

“Because then atleast I’ll know if some mother- oh if some madarchod talks shit about me thinking I don’t understand them”

“The most used is chutiya, which technically means idiot, but it’s just a little harsh in hindi”

“Chutiya,” he whispers

“No it’s with the ‘th’ sound, like how you say the ‘th’ in the word ‘Thor’ “

“Chu- thiya” he repeats again.

“And you can basically add any words to ‘chod’ and it’ll be a cuss word”

“Like bindichod”

“Wait, how do you know that?” you laugh. “And it’s bhindichod, with like a little ‘h’ sound along with the ‘b’ “

“I’ve heard you use it a few times. Teach me more”

“Tom I-”

i’m so excited to write about desi reader!! thank u so much honey!

your parents had immigrated many years ago for a better future

and although you were proud to say your parents were probably way more open minded than most immigrant parents, there were still lots of differences

it was still very common for people to do things only to show off to other people, or they would stop their kids because of what people would think

and people talked, they spread rumours like a fucking wildfire, which is exactly why you were terrified to tell them you had a white boyfriend

chris was always super understanding of your culture and accepting that you grew up a different way than he had, he never made you feel bad for not introducing him to your parents even though you were a year and a half into dating and pretty serious

you had gotten off the phone with your aunt when she told you she wanted you to marry a handsome indian boy, and that if you didn’t find one for yourself, she already had a few in mind

you knew your parents wanted you to marry in your culture but, they weren’t the ones you were worried about, if you cried to them and told them you loved him you were knew they would let you be with chris

recently you had been getting phone call after phone call about who you were gonna marry, and everyone gave you a list of expectations he was required to meet

you were crying on your way home because you weren’t sure if anyone would ever accept you, or if you and chris could continue on

the thought of losing him only made you sob harder as you parked next to his car in the garage

all you wanted was for chris to hold you tight and tell you it was gonna be okay

you took off your shoes by the door and made your way upstairs to change into some more comfortable clothes

(chris’ shirt because his were always way better and some of your old shorts)

you walked downstairs as you saw chris working at his laptop, waiting for you to come give him a kiss like you always did when you got home, but frowned when you still hadn’t greeted him

“princess? you okay?”

the concern lacing your voice only made you feel worse as you walked up to him, adjusting yourself you were sitting down on his lap, arms fully wrapped around his back

“what’s wrong honey?”

you heard his laptop shut as he moved back on the couch to rub your back soothingly

worry washed over him as heard you sniffle and felt his shirt get a little wet, and he instantly hugged you tighter against him shushing you

he had a feeling he knew what this was about but he didn’t want to push it so he just let you cry on his chest

“let it out honey, i’m here for you, always.”

“i’m so so scared i’m gonna lose you chris, i don’t wanna lose you.”

you sobbed harder into his shirt as he felt his own heart clenching a little bit because why would you ever think he would leave you?

once your sobs had died down to whimpers and hiccups, chris moved to get a bath ready for you and ordering your favourite food for dinner

but when he put you down on the couch you whined and made grabby hands at him, to which he laughed at and picked you up to walk to the master bath, as he picked out the collection of bath bombs he kept for you

“what’re you doing?”

“taking care of you honey. now come on arms up.”

your eyes filled up with tears as he treated you so tenderly

he moved to sit behind you in the bath, as he placed an order for your favourite takeout and coaxed you to rest your head on his chest while he gently massaged your head and shoulders

he kissed away your tears and you knew that no matter what happened, chris would always be by your side

Part 1 can be found here

Part 3 is up now!

Sam Wilson , Indian/Desi Reader , Bucky Friendship

“But I want a shower, not a bath”, you whine while Sam half supports half drags you to his bathroom.

“You can barely stand”, Sam says with a roll of his eyes.

“Then how do you know I won’t drown in your goddamn tub if I’m so outta it?”

He mutters curses at that comment and shoves the door open with his shoulder,”I’m gonna get grey hair soon and it’ll be on you.”

Duty & Desire

August Walker, CIA’s deadliest asset—silent, efficient, unbreakable.

This one was simple, infiltrate the orbit of a suave business tycoon believed to be funding terror organizations. Gain his trust, dismantle his empire from the inside.

But when he meets the tycoon’s alluring wife, his precision cracks. The mission’s clock ticks and every moment with her blinds him to his task.

Now, caught between duty and desire, he must decide- kill the target… or let love be his undoing.

Gus March Phillips x Spy Reader