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missluckycharms · 3 years ago

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These small moments.

Single Dad!Harry and his little love, Honey.

Summary: mornings with Honey are Harrys favourite, small chats with blurry eyes and lazy smiles is what makes him feel closer to his little lady.

A/N: ahhh they’re so 🥺 enjoy !!

Click *** for visuals throughout the story.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff and dad jokes.

Word Count: 2.1K

Masterlist.

It’s nearly seven in the morning.

The sunrise shining through the windows and casting a bright warm hue onto Harry’s sleeping body in his bed. The white sheets tossed about and his head buried in the pillow, his cheek smushed to up and his lips slightly parted letting out small snores.

The only sound throughout the whole house is the sound of birds chirping about outside and the engines of cars on their way down the roads, the morning rush nearly upon the streets as people make their way to their nine till five jobs. The house has a slight breeze throughout due to Harry always sleeping with his window cracked open, and his door cracked open also to allow honey to walk in when she needed her Papa.

Speaking of the little love, she’s already awake, in her own small pink coloured bed, many pillows around her and her stuffies lined up against the wall, her favourite stuffie in her hand — Pascal from Tangled is her favourite stuffie, she brings him everywhere, even sneaks him into school in her back pack when Harrys not looking. She does this every morning, she lays in bed and talks to her stuffie or just stares at the ceiling, her glow in the dark stars now white and barely noticeable in the bright room, her pink curtains casting a pink hue around the room.

She waits five minutes before she’s hopping out of her bed and padding along towards her door, she pulls it open as it’s only closed a little, allowing enough of a gap for her small body to fit through. She snuggles pascal as she walks, looking around and noticing her Papa must still be asleep, she immediately darts for his room, peeping her curly head in and looking at his sleeping body, his back facing her and his bed messy as usual, but there’s always enough space for her to snuggle up next to him.

She doesn’t wake him, she tip toes towards the side he’s not laying on, throwing pascal up first before she’s hiking herself up on the large bed, a small groan when she has to put more strength into getting up than usual due to her sleepy state. When she’s up, she brushes the curls from her face with a harsh swipe, her blue doe eyes looking at her Papa, his hair messy like hers. She lays down on the pillow, looking at her Papa as she softly taps his cheek and pushes pascal towards him.

“G’morning button” he grumbles when he hears a small giggle, pascal now on his back as her dimples pop out at how ridiculous the man looks with a small green chameleon stuffie on his bare back. He smiles when he hears her hearty laugh, instantly wrapping his tattooed arm around her and squishing her into his chest.

“Papa! Cant see!” She laughs loudly, her small body being caged by her Dad’s broad muscular one, his own laughs filling the room as she peeps her head up at him, a small pout on her lips which causes him to lean down and peck her lips lightly.

“Have a good sleep? Yeah?” He asks when she nods happily, her small hand playing with his cross necklace as he shuts his eyes for a few more minutes, face buried in her chestnut curls as she talks to him and pascal, Harry never knowing which one she’s actually talking to sometimes.

“Papa? Pancakes now?” She asks after another five minutes, her small attention span running out which causes Harry to wake up from resting his eyes, smile back on his face as he turns them over so he’s laying on his back and Honey is sat on his stomach slapping his chest looking at his tattoos — she loves his tattoos or his “paintings” as she calls them.

“Papa, your pearlies are gone” she says disappointed looking to see that her favourite necklace of his which is his Pearl one, is missing. She loves to run her small hands over it, the feeling and look of it making her eyes wide in awe at the beauty of it.

“Should I wear them today?” He asks with a smile, watching as she rubs her eyes a little, slowly waking herself up as she lets out a small yawn, her small pouty lips returning as she babbles on nonsense as Harry tries to tame her hair a little before he has to style it for her today.

“Love your pearlies Papa” she says brightly, laying down on his chest, her curls tickling his chin as he wraps and arm around her back, rubbing small circles on it as she relaxes a little, her small body still trying to wake up as Harry softly kisses her head.

It’s when his alarm rings when the two actually peel themselves from bed, Honey immediately springing up and slapping his phone to turn off the sound, it’s her favourite thing to do for some reason, she always shouts “I did it Papa!” Which makes him laugh and nod kissing her head proudly. They’re both in the kitchen now, the early start allowing them to lounge about in their comfy clothes for awhile while they make breakfast. Harry is only in a pair of grey joggers while Honey sits on the counter, helping him add in flour and sugar to the pancake batter in her baby pink bunny printed silk pyjama set *** the darker complexion of her skin standing out against the pale pink, Harry was overjoyed when he seen she had the same skin tone as her Mum, her darker skin causing her blue eyes to be brighter.

“Wanna help crack an egg button? Need t’be careful though, don’t want crunch pancakes now do we?” He asks with a grin as she pulls a disgusted face shaking her head. Her small palm helps her Papa’s hand crack the egg and she giggles watching it plop down into the dry mixture.

They scarf down their banana pancakes through small chats and giggles, Harry cracking his usual jokes that have Honey giggling loudly as she shovelled her pancakes into her mouth, their faces hurting from laughing by the time they’re up in her bedroom, Harry standing at her drawers, holding up small outfits as Honey sits like the diva she is on her bed, giving him a thumbs down when she doesn’t like an outfit he picks. She’s so stubborn, but she gets that from him.

“I do it Papa!” She says annoyed now, marching over to him as she picks her up with a laugh, her small hands rooting about until she pulls out a white cable knit jumper with a few frills on the sleeves and a baby pink velvet pinafore to go over it. She smiles up at him as he nods, happy with her choice. ***

“Did good button, need to put some tights on you though, getting a bit nippy out” he says as she nods, walking towards her sock drawer and pulling out some white knitted tights with an smile as Harry gives her a thumbs up, causing her to laugh loudly.

“Why Papa shave?” She asks sitting on the sink, her small outfit on her and her brown boots swinging on her feet as she dangles them off the counter beside the sink watching as Harry applies his shaving foam and wets his razor under the water, he’s still shirtless and only in his joggers as Honey watches on — she loves watching him, when he’s shaving his face or when he’s cooking, even when he does something a small as put her DVD in the player, she’s fascinated by him and Harry thinks it’s because he’s all she has, and he doesn’t mind being the centre of her attention as she is his.

“Papa has hair on his face, sometimes it gets itchy when it lets long. You don’t like it sure you don’t, always complaining it tickles when I kiss ya” he says with a laugh, his hand gliding the razor over his face as he inspects himself in the mirror, trying not to nick himself as Honey watches on curiously.

“Yuck! Hate Papas beard, gross!” She says as Harry looks at her, his face shaven and the foam gone, he picks up his curl cream and scrunches it through his hair a little.

“S’not nice to say gross button, remember? Cant say things are gross” he warns her, her small face falling but nodding as she takes the small scolding from her Papa, he rarely scolds her and when he does, he feels guilty but he knows it’s for her own good. Apart from a few slip ups here and there, she’s the most well mannered toddler ever, everyone that meets her complements Harry on his good parenting which means so much to him due to what he’s been through to get to where he is now.

It’s another few minutes before Harry is fully dressed, a baby blue striped grey suit *** on his body and his usual gucci heeled boots that Honey loves the sound of, she instantly perks up at the sound knowing her Papa is near. She claps when he walks out from the bathroom, it’s her new thing, she claps like he’s putting on a fashion show, causing him to strike a pose which causes her to fall back onto the bed in fits of laughter.

“Alright button, hair time!” He says as she widens her eyes, trying to wriggle off his bed and run away. She hates her hair being combed due to her curls being unruly and always tangled on her head. He grabs her and makes monster noises at her, tickling her belly as she screams out a laugh, nearly falling from his arms as he places her down on the counter by the sink, she spins around and watches herself in the mirror.

“What are we going for today Miss Styles?” He asks her like a professional hair stylist, her smile wide as she grabs a pink hair tie with small butterfly clips also, she shows them to him in the mirror as he smiles, taking her hair brush and de tangling spray. He struggles a little but he gets there in the end, her hair tied up in a pony tail and the small butterfly clips all around her head as she smiles brightly at herself.

“Did good job Papa!” She says clapping her hands, seeing how her Dad is improving, he’s been watching tutorials nightly and even trying some on himself as he gets used to braiding and all that stuff for when she starts asking for more complex styles in her curly hair.

He packs her bag and they’re both out the door quickly, he straps her into her booster seat in his black Range Rover, her legs dangling about as she rings and dances to the song on the radio, Harry keeping his eyes on the road but they flicker to hers in the rear view mirror when she speaks to him. Honey loves school, she loves her teacher and she loves making new friends due to her out going personality that she definitely got from her Mum, she could make friends with a tree if she was near one.

She’s holding his hand as he walks her in the gates, the other kids all lining up on their designated class spot on the ground, a yellow circle painted on the tarmac signalling the younger class. The Mums are all there with their kids, the odd few Dads there also but it’s always the Mums who are smiling and speaking to Harry as they watch their kids walk into their classroom, small hands waving as they excitedly march into the school. He doesn’t stay long after she’s gone in, mainly because the Mums have no filter and would publicly flirt with the single Dad even when they have wedding bands on their fingers.

He brushes off all the women, smiling at them as he runs out the gate, hearing them all whisper amongst themselves as they excitedly look on as he pulls away in his expensive car heading towards his work building. Harry feels empty when Honey is gone, he loves mornings with her, just him and her going about their mornings, making breakfast and cracking up at jokes they tell one another back and forth over banana pancakes every morning, some mornings they have cereal if they wake up late and sometimes if they wake up extra early and can’t go back asleep, they get ready and Harry brings her out for breakfast before dropping her off at school.

It’s the little moments with Honey that Harry cherishes, knowing she won’t be his little love for very long, but doesn’t think about that. He lives in the present with her and he loves how they are now, he loves his little lady with all his heart.

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mdverse · 3 years ago

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the kurt art was just so absolutely gorgeous and it inspired a new ask !! what do you think the vb au characters would wear in their day to day lives when theyre at home? - space :)

space coming in strong with another vb au we truly love to see it! i was gonna wait until the airport tmo to answer this but clearly i have no self-control when it comes to vb au my most beloved <3

ok anyway regular outfits!

santana tends to gravitate towards sporty but comfortable streetwear? like here, sports bras/graphic tees and sweatpants, stuff like that. occasionally she'll switch it up to jeans and a leather jacket (the rosa diaz aesthetic) but only when she's going out. her style doesn't really change much when she's at home, but i reckon she has stolen at least one of finn's shirts and/or hoodies and wears those in bed or when she's feeling particularly homesick

kurt likes to dress well, even if he's working on stuff at home, so he'll usually be wearing a button up and unnecessarily tight pants. cardigans if he wants to feel nice and cozy. if he's sewing and knows he'll be working for hours, he'll wear short sleeves so they don't get in the way. if he's just chilling, he will 100% switch to sth much comfier like sweatpants and those like,,, super thin hoodies he wears in s4? like the one he's wearing when he meets cassie july? i spent ages looking for any gifsets with that specific scene and i cant find a single one smh my head but yeah hopefully u get the picture

finn is a simple not very fashionable man. large shirts, sweatpants or basketball shorts and he is happy. he also tends to dress like s4 teacher!finn with soft warm neutral colours, oversized sweaters, etc. kinda similar to reid in criminal minds but lighter brown colours. it was 100% kurt's influence that made him dress better when he started teaching i don't make the rules here

britt sometimes dresses similarly to santana's sport streetwear but with much brighter colours. in general tho her style is probably the most inconsistent of them all, because she just wears whatever she feels like wearing. in every single video she has posted to youtube (aside from vb practice/travel stuff), all of her outfits are wildly different from one another. at home, she is a big fan of pyjama pants with lil animals/prints or plaid, and will combine it with completely differently-patterned tshirts. kurt is simultaneously horrified and charmed

sugar is rich and it shows. she'll wear casual chic stuff but in very bright colours (pink-orange-yellow usually) and it's all very fashionable and expensive and i love it for her. she's a big fan of accessories, too. at home she sticks with that colour palette but will have a lot of like,,, fluffy stuff? fluffy socks, fluffy sweaters/hoodies with lil animal ears, fluffy sweatpants, you name it and she probably has it. there is fuzz everywhere. bright coloured fuzz everywhere you look. you can't escape it

quinn's aesthetic is very cottagecore. if she weren't a pro athlete living in a big city, you'd think she was some sort of gentle forest spirit. lots of pastel/floral dresses, skirts and blouses, very much the opposite of what she's like on the court. at home its just like,,, sweatpants, college tees, very comfort-based. she is way too exhausted to care what she wears at home so she'll just throw on whatever is clean

tina's style is kind of a cross between sugar's and quinn's, in a way? she's one of the more fashion-conscious girls; she leans more towards dresses than sug does but with earthier tones? also,,, idk how to explain this better so like,, look up mondrian and you'll probably see a bunch of these paintings,,, she would wear dresses that have this kind of aesthetic too. at home she'd probably dress similar to quinn - sweats/leggings, tshirts (but not oversized)

as you have probably noticed, i rarely draw the girls in anything other than their vb uniforms and that's just cause im too lazy for patterns. that and i like drawing them when they're playing so i gravitate towards the uniforms anyway lol but seriously i hate patterns and i should practice them more

#thank you for this ask space i love talking about them #the vb gang such dorks #ask md #space 🪐#anonymous #vb au asks #also santana def complains about kurt's tight pants and he ignores her

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emisanemu · 3 years ago

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Tell me you’ll turn down the man, who asks for your hand .

How can someone be so happy when the people around them don’t feel anything but hurt. How can a person smile more with one night romances than with a sappy forever. Castiel could think forever, wonder, ‘why cant he see me’, but what would be the point. Disappointment comes in only one form, one shape, the figure of love with anyone but him. Love is disappointing. Unfair, a cruel mistress to pain. So damaged with no one to heal the wounds, to give him a solution. He wants what is unattainable, unreachable,. He wants green, perfection. He’s yearned for it longer than he has been, faced eternal damnation, thrown himself to the mercy of kings for just a taste. Just a piece. Reality is disappointing, destructive, even more so than watching love thirst for others and chase after seduction.

Cause you’re waiting for me.

The car runs creating a thin steam within the frigid air of winter. Dean waits in the car sheltered from the chill but far too vulnerable to the storm. It’s far too cold. Too frozen. Too broken for Castiel. Too unreal as she sits with him, smiling. Grinning at the chance to win, to seduce the seducer. Castiel scowls. No chance for him, no winning, no prize, only an empty feeling. Empty but hopeful, wishful. Wishing to know who he is waiting for.

And I know you’re going to be away for a while.

The air sounds loud as he lays there, head swirling with images of love being disgraced, used, used as a pawn in some infuriating game. A game only made for two but played by so many more. Peace and resolution will be gone until morning, missing until his humanity returns. Humanity which he fell for. He came crashing for his piece of humanity, for his chance. He had no idea how cruel reality could be, how unfair when the ones he envies most are the ones that he desperately wishes to be. The ones he hopes to be, steal away those he wishes to be with. They capture his dreams each night and leave him empty until the moment the sun rises to turn temptations to dust. Temptation he wishes to be.

But I’ve got no plans at all to leave.

He stayed, as the night went by slower than ever before. Agony, he can only feel that deep agony. He had no choice but to listen since he made the choice not to leave, made the choice to suffer. Every second that went by struck a knife through his chest, his bleeding heart cried for him to go but his fear grounded him into staying. So he heard, he listened to desire be sung out, desire which did not claim him, from a love he wished to claim. He could picture paint stained lips and coffee breath bragging, gloating that she had captured perfection, that she had finished the game for green. Poor baby blue never had a shot.

And would you take away my hopes and dreams?

It was quiet, no music, no small talk, no energy to say that there was anything alive, only silence existed. Who could speak, certainly not Castiel, no words could express, and no actions could visualize disappointment for him. As fast as thoughts threatened to throw themselves into the rocky waters, they’d disappear, swallowed by an angel. Who could blame a broken hearted man for finding every reason to ignore the breaking, to not focus on the ripping seams. He could hope that love would not blame him, chastise him for being so foolish, laugh at silly declarations which would always mean so much more coming from a succubus. So Castiel could only break when drowning in pools of green, when sinking in Dean.

And just stay with me.

Night comes far to quick, it always comes to quick. Castiel longs to be hidden, to not be found by love and his temptation. God knows how bad he wants to be a phantom, unfortunate that he does not care; that he does not listen. So he stays as visible and plain as day as ever. He waits, sits quietly, freezes wondering when night shadows will carry away his love, his hopes. Just wondering, quietly pacing his mind questioning, when. Never. Love stays, he does not look for temptation, does not accept it, green is glued looking questioningly at his baby blue. Questioning just how perfection can be anything other than blue.

All my senses come to life.

The air seems light, breathable, no tension looming, no waves threatening to come crashing down. Every smell felt like so much more than particles and elements to Castiel. He was breathing humanity. Colours seemed brighter popping out at him like lights, bright and so human, so connected to what he often tried his hardest to distance himself from. Everything feeling and every sense within Castiel was heightened a million times more than what he was used to, he had become comfortable with being empty and only experiencing molecules. He never realized how blissfully frightening humanity could be.

While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I have ever been and I'll never leave again.

He felt the heat on his shoulder throughout the walk into the bunker, it stung in a way that did not make sense. It didn’t have to make sense, nothing in the reality that they had built had ever made sense, so this normal was okay. Just alright was all any of them needed for normal to be okay.So Dean propped up against his shoulder in a drunken state of trying to forget was just alright, was perfect even. Perfect to hold perfection. If either of the men could hold this moment forever, they would, just to have something okay.

Cause you are the only one.

Baby blue was drowning in green, sinking in the smell of leather and whiskey. So close, sharing heat and losing breath, to content to break away. All they had was this moment, and this instant was all that they needed. They could replay over and over again the way that they had ended up in this position, how they had ended up aligned in their own fate, in their own universe. For them there was only one perfection, one good thing in their screwed up world of bad. Perfection was when baby blue met green.

#destiel shippers #destiel #destiel kiss #deancas #castiel x dean #dean x castiel #dean winchester x castiel

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trippy-dejun · 3 years ago

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when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously or not). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ☺︎︎ (no pressure ofc)

Thank you so so much!! ❤️

1. My cat. Girl makes me so happy every day. She knows when I’m depressed or angry about stuff and does the absolute most to make me feel better. She does piss me off at times like when she gets into my stuff but shes so sweet and is like my emotional support. I have a dog as well but I’m saving him for a different number.

2. I have to say this because my fam would def murder me if I didnt say them. My family, friends, Moots take number two. I dont gotta say much else.

3. Music and Fandoms/tumblr in general. I wont even have to explain this one. If you know you know. I also just have the craziest connection with music and bond rather quickly to some songs. I see colours in music and see/interpret songs in a way that it just feels like painting. I connect on a deeper level to music

4. Any form of art. I love art so much. I have always loved art museums and love trying different mediums.

5. My dog. He makes me laugh so much with his dumb antics. I love him so much and he just makes my day. I’m allergic to him so I cant be around him that much but every now and then I take him swimming and bond with him. The pain from allergies is worth every moment I get to spend with this handsome boy. :((( On a brighter note, he just knows how to make everyone happy and I hope he makes yall happy too. Certified good boy ❤️

#the happy tag #what makes me happy #trippy-dejun #kpop #kpop stans #trippy-dejun asks

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geeky-roleplayer · 5 years ago

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My friend @ruinvevo wrote a Voltron fic.

She was having some problems with Tumblr and asked that I just post it onto my account, crediting her, of course.

So here it is! - Kay.

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title: champion

fandom: voltron: legendary defender

word count: 3,421

notes: see bottom of page for that

song: champion - carrie underwood ft ludacris

two hands in the air, i will be the last one standing

i am a champion

Theodore Kai could recall almost anything you asked him about. Rather it be the first time he knew he loved his boyfriend Takashi Shirogane, or Shiro. Or maybe its the first time his hope was completely twisted out of his grip by the Galra, as they mercilessly attacked his sister and mother right infront of him, before taking him prisoner. He was no stranger to pain, no stranger to the battle scars that came from war, as most weren't now. Especially not anyone on the Atlas, the war ship from earth that was changing the world with the Paladins of Voltron on board.

Even now, he recalled past memories. The quietness of the world was never able to echo louder then his thoughts, because he has been doing this ever since he was a child. Fighting, losing, winning. But this would be different. It had to be, the fate of everyone was depending on it.

you'll be looking at me when its over.

i live for the battle, im a soldier, yeah.

Theo recalled back to the time he stood infront of the crowd, infront of the stage. Not even a mere month ago, before they were leaving. Everyone was cheering, screaming, urging the people on that stage to go and save lives like they have done countless times before. It was truly chilling, awe inspiring, and it reminded him just exactly what he had to lose.

That day, he didn't want to stand on that stage. It wasn't his to stand on, not when he was no paladin. Nor was he a Garrison soldier. Looking over in this vision of the past, he could see his little sister at his side, chin high up in the air, proud to know that while they weren't standing up there, they were cheering for them as well. The scars of their past battles, almost losing Shiro twice, it never would truly leave Theodore. Not even as he glanced down to flex the muscles on his hand, pale pastel blue markings peeking out from underneath like a reminder of his pain.

His attention was returning to Riley, and then he was looking up at the stage. Where Shiro stood, where the other paladins stood, the ones he considered family. And it reminded him of how he almost lost them.

Im a fighter like rocky, Put you flat on your back like Ali,

Yeah im the greatest, im stronger,

Paid my dues, cant lose, Imma own ya, ay

Theo could remember the screaming and echoing pain in his muscles that day. When they reclaimed earth so many months ago, and the lions were plummeting straight down back towards the blue and green planet, and the only thing you could see was the coloured streaks flying across the sky.

It was likely the stress of that situation, that caused his marks to suddenly go into overdrive. And before he knew it, he was crying out in pain, unable to handle it. He could hear Shiro in his ear, in those comms that were built into his helmet, yelling at someone, or something. And then silence for a moment, before he was whispering words of encouragement, trying to soothe his pain though he was unable to get there, to see him. To help him. He couldn't lose his kids, not now. No, not after all that Theo had been through.

And when he was flying straight for the ground, he was unsurprised. Unable to do anything, to fly, because his whole body was cramping, spasming, all of his muscles attacking him for simply existing and caring.

and then it was quiet, except for the exploding noise of the engine blowing.

i've been working my whole life, and now its do or die.

i am invincible, unbreakable, unstoppable, unshakeable.

they knock me down, i get up again. I am the champion

"Theo? Hello? Earth to Theo?"

Theodore was stirring from his little flash back of the past, as he found a hand waving infront of his face. It was his little sister, Riley Savannah, who was dressed and ready to impress even though they were heading into battle. A black suit version of what Griffin and the other MFE fighters wore. He could only offer a smile, and a murmur of apology for spacing out.

"Are you alright?"

Theo was then nodding.

"Yeah. Come on, lets go. The sooner we get home, the faster we can come back to Hunk's amazing cooking."

His words were followed up by a brighter smile of reassurance, though Riley clearly was still skeptical of him, given the way she furrowed her brows in confusion at the way he was acting. So spacy, so odd.

Turning to the side before he began to climb into the back of Griffin's MFE who would be dropping him off, while Riley headed off towards Laith's, he saw Shiro standing in the door way. Watching to make sure he got in safely, and even now, Theo found his heart pounding at the sight of him.

you're gonna know my name, you cant hurt me now, i cant feel the pain, i was made for this, yeah.

yeah i was born to win, i am the champion.

Adam was standing there, inbetween the pair. Looking down at his tablet, as he was the one to moniter this mission. He no longer payed any mind when people stared at him for the many scars upon his face, or really anything else. They no longer mattered, not when he had people to fight for, more information and stories to teach to those younger generations before he finally would retire from the mantle of teaching. Glancing up, he saw Theo standing there, unmoving, despite one hand on the step to get into the ship.

Then he was following his gaze, towards the door way, where their captain leaned against it. One another watching each other, completely in love.

While it bothered him, seeing it now, it no longer pained him as much as it used to. Shiro was happy, and that was all that mattered to him, though he still swore Theo was out to get him, threatening him in dark corners of the ship when it was only the pair.

Not that it mattered now, of course.

Theo was going off into battle. Risking himself just for the sake of the mission to finally create peace in the universe.

"Can you two please stop staring so Theo can leave, before we get behind on schedule?"

When they write my story, they are gonna say i did it for the glory, yeah. But dont think i did it for the fame, i did it for the love of the game, yeah.

And this is my chance im taking, all those old records im breaking.

"Yeah yeah yeah, im going, Adam."

Came the quiet rumble from Theo, before he had a sly smirk on his face, directed at his lover. Saluting casually, before he was stepping in and sitting down. Glass shutting over, as he began to prep himself. Griffin in the front was running last minute checks, as the rest of the crew began to vacate the hangar.

Adam and Shiro included, who had a direct passage to the bridge, so that they could lead this battle. The Lions had left a few minutes prior, and now Riley and Theo had to do their part.

Get in the Galra cruiser, get all the information they could, and get out of there.

Without getting hurt, though missions like these, they never always go according to plan, do they? That was something Theo had began to expect, ever since he joined the Paladins all that long ago. As a Galra soldier, nothing more then a toy for the commander of that ship, a previous labor worker and prisoner. But had it not been for that moment, the others showing up, he wouldn't be here, so he could only count his blessings as they took off.

All you people watching on the tv, go ahead and put your bets on me, ay. I've been waiting my whole life, to see my name in lights. I am invinsible, unshakable, unbreakable, unstoppable. They knock me down i get up again. I am the champion.

"Comms check, Fighters."

"Riley here! Comms are working in my helmet."

"Theo checking in, blessing you all with my precious voice."

Theo could only scowl, when the pilot of this ship, Griffin, snorted in amusement at his words. Clearly there was disbelief there, when Theo's voice was precious. Maybe not to everyone, but certainly to Shiro, who only sighed in annoyance at the bright orange screen infront of him that showed the others.

The comms would work like so. Adam would moniter them on his tablet, hearing them in his headset. And if it was extremely important, they would switch channels to communicate directly with the Atlas and its commander.

"Please! Like anybody finds that voice nice."

"Sounds just like your piloting skills. Dont kill me, please."

"Hell of a lot better then you, Kai."

"Once we get back to the hangar, be prepared for me to kick your ass and make you eat your words, Griffin."

Theodore could only laugh when he heard Shiro over the comms, sighing angrily, and even louder then previously. It sounded like Adam and him were arguing about something, though what he couldn't quite tell. It didn't seem to matter however, as it was time for him to be dropped off, along with Riley.

"This is your stop."

"Riley, Theo. Make sure you come home safe."

Shiro's words were not to be taken in vain, because they were said with every ounce of caring in his body he could muster because it was true. If Theo didn't come home safe, he didn't know what he would do.

"We will."

Came the chorus of reply from Theo and Riley both, before they were dropping in.

You are going to know my name, you can't hurt me now, i cant feel the pain, i was made for this, yeah i was born to win. I am the champion.

When they dropped into that Galra cruiser, it didn't take long for them to infiltrate it, finding a weak spot on the outside. Riley was the one to speak out, to inform Adam of their progress update since they were no longer on the main channel connected to the Atlas Command room, or Bridge as it was commonly called.

They had a few moments of peace, as Theo stepped out from the vents they had just crawled out of.

"It is oddly quiet.. something is wrong."

It turns out they weren't wrong about that, or atleast Theo wasn't, because moments later he was being shot at by dozens of Sentries. A quick cry escaped his mouth, as he pulled Riley back into the vent, hurrying her along. Taking many twists and turns that almost made him dizzy and sick. And almost lost, as well. But then they were dropping out only a few halls away from the command room's doors, and Theo let out a sigh of relief.

And then it began again.

Sentries, soldiers, coming up to shoot at them. He and Riley pressed themselves against the wall for a few moments, before they began to attack. Theo was pulling his twin axes out from his waist, just as Riley pulled her large sword from its sheith on her back.

Turning to each other with a nod, before they attacked.

Running forward with war cries and to their credit, they did manage to fight their way through until they reached the command room. But that was as far as their luck went, because Riley let out a sharp cry. Sword almost being dropped, as one of their bullets grazed her side. Energy burning away the suit that was left there, leaving exposed and burning flesh, bleeding and terrible pain.

Theo was not happy in the slightest at this. And he took the others out, before noticing the command room doors shutting.

And he barely managed to slide through with one last look at Riley, before he was leaving her alone in the dark hallway.

Born champion, Luda. The C is for the courage i possess through the drama. H is for the hurt but its all for the honor. A is for my attitude, working through the patience, Money comes and goes, so M is for the motivation. Gotta stay consistent, the P is for the persevere. I is for the integrity, for the innovative career. The O is for optimistic, open and never shut. The N is necessary cause im never giving up.

When Theo reemerged with the information required to fully end this mission, he was staggering forward. Command doors opening, and he was left forward to walk towards his sister. Taking her sword to place it back in its holder on her back, before he was using his shoulders to support her weight.

She was tired, that much was evident by the way her weight pressed against him. In pain, losing blood. And it hurt him to see. The adrenaline of the situation was causing him to ignore the pain in his side, where you might not see it at first glance due to the black fabric, but he was heavily bleeding with a wound to his side. A sharp one at that, a cut due to a blade. Sticky from the blood in the suit, and he thought it felt terrible, but he ignored it.

Instead switching his comm channels to the Atlas. Instead of Adam's little monitering chat.

"Wounded soldier, we need pick up now. Get your asses in gear and get over here."

His tone left no room for argument, as he carried Riley to the hangar. When they got there, he was left to stare angrily at the sentries waiting for him and her, before gently setting her down.

Whispering words of encouragement to stay awake. She just had too, he could not lose her.

And then he was attacking, growing weaker by the moment. When the others arrived, he rushed over to Riley, before opening the hangar doors. Sucking both of them into space, where both MFE's were waiting to grab them, glass tops open.

See, they ask me how i did it, i just did it from the heart. Crushing the competition, been doing it from the start.

they say every champion is about their principles, Carrie!

When they arrived back at the Atlas, no one payed Theodore any mind, simply because they did not know he was hurt. Or how heavily he was actually bleeding, or anything. Instead, everyone flocked to his sister, who needed more medical attention then he did anyway.

Taking a step out of the ship, to stand on the ground, it felt nice. When they rushed out, everyone in the hangar followed. Shiro was nowhere to be found, though that was expected, much like Adam still being gone.

The Lions also required their attention, with their mission as well.

And so, he was left to sway for a few moments, before he turned away from the hanger doors, and the ship he was leaning against unknowningly. Leaving behind a red bloody print. Glancing around the room, until he could stumble over to a pile of crates.

Then he was dropping beside them, out of sight from the whole room where he could close his eyes and rest. Helmet abandoned off by the ship, though his orange phone was on him.

That was ultimately how they found him.

I am invinsible, unshakeable, unbreakable, unstoppable. They knock me down, i get up again. I am the champion. You're gonna know my name, You cant hurt me now, cant feel the pain. Yeah, i was made for this, i was born to win. I am the champion.

Theodore was far gone betime Shiro was able to leave the bridge. Having to stay for the lions, but assuming that Theo would join them not long after arriving, as he couldn't stay with his sisters for a few hours. And besides, once the lions would arrive, Lance would arrive like a hell storm and Theo would be set in his sights for letting his girlfriend get hurt.

Griffin had said he was in the hangar, before they took Riley away. That echoed in Shiro's mind, before he entered the hangar, glancing around. Most crew members were still away, doing their own things.

And at first glance, he didn't notice the red bloody print upon the white and orange design of the MFE that belonged to Griffin.

His phone was being pulled from his pocket, so that he could dial Theo's phone.

And he froze when it began to ring, inside the hangar. He could only follow the sound, and it sounded so loud compared to anything else. Even his heart beating loudly in his ears, or the footsteps he was loudly making, or the slight buzzing from his arm. And it was like ice water was running through Shiro's veins, being chilled to the core as he made it around the corner to look into the pile of crates.

And his heart broke.

"Someone! Please, please get help! Anyone, please!"

Shiro was crying out loudly into the empty hangar, and it took a few moments for anyone to appear to see the commotion. Shiro lifting up his boyfriend, holding him close to his chest as he stumbled forward with him in his arms bridal style. Blood was soaking Shiro's outfit, and Theo looked deathly pale, and in a way he was.

And Shiro never thought he would forget that sight, as someone took Theo from his arms.

i'm the champion, yeah. Surpassed all the rivals, its all about who wants it the most. Fight for what we believe in, thats what champions are made of.

When Theodore woke up the next day, his throat was dry. Scratchy, and he felt the pain in his side, along with a tightness there. Bandages wrapped up tightly, when he managed to lift his head far enough up to peak underneath the blanket. Weak, certainly.

And when he glanced to his side, his heart broke because there sat his boyfriend, laying with his head down against the bed. Black circles already in his eyes, no doubt he stayed awake this whole time hoping Theo would pull through. Hand gripping Theo's, and he found himself smiling at that.

And so, gently, he poked him. In the head, where all of his newly found grey hairs sat.

Shiro was springing up a moment later, glancing around quickly in a panic, before Theodore caught his attention. He could only stare at him, in shock. Fear was in his eyes, terror. Happiness, sadness, so many mixed emotions, and he didn't know what to say or think. Only he could stare. When Theo made a motion for some water, only then did Shiro stir from his staring, getting up to hand him a glass before he was sitting back down.

Tears were in his eyes, as he watched Theo take a drink.

"How could you do that? Be so reckless? I almost lost you, Theo. I.. i dont know what i would have done without you."

Theo didn't know what to say at first, as he watched Shiro sob as he finally was able to release his emotions out from the whole event, because Theo was awake. His Theo. His lover, his boyfriend, his partner, his best friend. Space dad number two.

And really, Theo didn't say anything. Instead pulling Shiro up with the little bit of strength he had, using his hand to pull Shiro's. Though he didn't fight it, so it was easier for him anyhow. Not aggravating the stitches on his side, wrapped in bandages.

A kiss was placed on Shiro's lips, holding him there, hands coming up to be placed on his cheeks, to wipe away those tears that were breaking Theo's heart.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against Shiro's.

"I am so sorry, my love. I have no intentions of going anywhere. I can't leave you with all those kids and recruits, now can i?"

Shiro's only reply was a mix of a sob of terror, and a choking of laughter as he brought Theo in for another grateful kiss.

I am the champion. okay yeah so here are the notes.

originally this was just an idea, but then i thought of Theo sliding underneath a door, with Riley looking at him in terror and realized i needed to expsnd further on this.

The champion song by Carrie Underwood has reminded me of all of the Paladins, and that is why i used it here.

lmao despite knowing that none of them will see it, i do hope that josh keaton, bex taylor, kimberly brooks, steven yeun, jeremy shada, all of them know just what these characters mean to me. and what they inspire me to do.

so yeah.

hope you liked it. ~ @ruinvevo

#voltron legendary defender #voltron shiro #OC insert #Voltron #Lance McClain (mention)#takashi shirogane #James Griffin #voltron adam #Personally #I really love Theo

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thechangeling · 5 years ago

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Kierarktina soulmate Colours AU:

Full disclaimer: I have never done a headcanon before so I dont really know what the right format is or anything but we're just gonna wing it. (Story of my life) Also I might have done some slight cannon/timeline bending by accident lol.

- So Mark grew up with all the same stories about soulmates that every shadowhunter or mundane or downworlder does.

- The world appears black and white and will continue to until you meet your soulmate.

- Then you see the world in color.

- So sixteen years of black and white went by and he began to wonder if he was just some kind of glitch.

- Maybe he just didn't have a soulmate.

- His sister Helen found hers recently and although Mark was happy for her, he was also a little jealous.

- Then he was taken to the Wild Hunt and ripped away from his family.

- Mark didn't think his life could become anymore grey and bleak.

- Then suddenly out of nowhere, there was a new addition to the hunt and as soon as Mark layed eyes on him colours started to emerge.

- He was a beautiful faerie prince named Kieren and now Mark could see that his hair actually changed colours depending on his moods.

- However something was wrong.

- The colours Mark could see were not exactly as his sister had described. They were not clear and bright as they were supposed to be.

- The colours were faded and washed out like a cloudy day.

- Mark wondered how this could be possible. What did this mean? What was wrong with him?

- He didn't dare ask the other hunters about it but he did ask Gwyn.

- Gwyn had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

- He only reprimanded Mark for complaining about the quality of his colours.

- "Some people cannot see any colours at all. You should be grateful."

- So Mark left it alone.

- Little did he know, Kieran was experiencing the exact same thing.

- But he chose not to mention it.

- So fast forward awhile and Mark is back with his family and meeting the girl from the Mexico CIty institute. Cristina Mendoza Rosales.

- That's when it happens. He looks directly into her eyes and watches in wonder as the dark colour becomes a much more rich brown.

- The colours have become so bright and beautiful. Just like the way Helen said they were.

- But this ultumitly confuses Mark even more.

- What does it mean? Is Kieran my soulmate or is Cristina?

- He plans to ask call Helen to ask her about it now that he has access to a phone again.

- But then comes Kieran's betrayal and Mark swears he can see the colours dim again.

- Hes so overcome with rage and despair that he gives up on the idea of Kieran being his soulmate.

- So he goes to Cristina and tells her that he thinks she's his soulmate because he can see colour. Bright and vivid colour.

- She doesnt know how to tell him that it's not the same for her.

- Cristina eventually tells him that she can see colour as well but its faded and Mark's like... wait.

- Because that sounds very familiar.

- So he does end up making that call to Helen because after all this time, in the midst of chaos his big sister is the only one who can help him make sense of things.

- He explains what's going on and how hes feeling and she's like... you dumbass.

- "You probably just have two soulmates then Mark. Perhaps the three of you belong together and maybe Cristina and Kieran are each others missing peices?"

- And Mark's like... no it cant be that easy.

- Anyways sometime after that conversation Gwyn shows up with the news that Kieren is going to be executed.

- At first Mark is like Idgaf. He betrayed me so let him die such and such.

- But then as he ponders the concept of losing Kieran, losing those bright vibrant colours.

- Now that he's seen them Mark cant go back to the faded washed out version.

- He cant go back to missing one third of his soul.

- So La faerie rescue ensues. And we all know what happens next.

- When Kieren and Cristina meet their both like wtf multiple levels.

- Because instantly they both feel a little hostile towards each other. Mostly due to jealousy.

- But neither of them can deny how much brighter and clearer the world seems now that the three of them are together.

- The colours are vibrant and luminous and honestly Mark cant help but smile to himself.

- he knows now more then anything that this is right.

- And as time passes and their story unfolds the relationship between the three of them only strengthens. Creating an everlasting bond based on love, understanding and mutual respect.

- Maybe having two soulmates isn't such a bad thing after all.

#kierarktina #dark artifices #tsc #headcanon #soulmate au

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itsjustaphase-mom · 6 years ago

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Queer Eye: Umbrella Academy Edition

so the phrase “Luther on Queer Eye” came to me and I freaked out and uh yeah this happened... i basically wrote up how the Fab Five would help the Hargreeves siblings (its under the cut cuz it’s l o n g) (also Karamo signs them all up for therapy i didnt write that for each one because they all need it so bad) (oh also warning i dont know shit about anything these men are experts in so constructive criticism is appreciated thx xo)

Luther

Tan- surprisingly, Luther doesn’t seem to have any issue finding well fitted clothes, so Tan would probably just work on style- add some colour and prints, teach him how to make his torso look a bit smaller with the cut of his clothes and stuff like that

Antoni- big man need big food...find recipes that satisfy the monkey body??

Jonathan- Help that man deal with his monkey body!! shaving is an option buddy

Karamo- help him get over his leader complex and ALSO i was thinking about the fact that he doesnt realize how bad his siblings (namely klaus and vanya) were abused?? and that’s why he’s always brushing them off like that because he thinks his experience matches theirs even though he had superstrength and was their dad’s favourite...he just never stopped to consider that they had it so much worse so fill him in karamo plz

Bobby-He needs space, he’s a big man. Bobby’d be able to hook him up with stuff that was big enough to help him feel normal sized again (and also they’d hopefully help him find an apartment because he doesn’t need to live in that house)

Diego

Tan-he needs some colour in his life... also imagine Tan finding outfits that can hide his knives better that just sounds hilarious

Antoni-please antoni this man ate a raw egg....help him

Jonathan- He has some scars on his face but they make him look cool (and I think he feels that way too) so Jonny could give him tips to cover em but i dont really think he’d want em...he’d probably just tell him to moisturize

Karamo-help him grieve Patch, he barely got a chance to with all the apocalypse nonsense

Bobby- he’d make Diego’s place look cool and edgy but also be hella functional it would look so cool

Allison

Tan-she’s absolutely gorgeous and all of her outfits are stunning and honestly he has his work cut out for him with the next one so it’s his day off

Antoni- he’d teach her how to make some real good stuff that she can teach Claire how to make!! it’d be so cute!!! Maybe Claire would join em!!!! guys!!!!!!

Jonathan-give her the haircut that Emmy has please for the sake of the gays i am begging you

Karamo-he’d help her get her daughter back (i know that’s out of his paygrade but shhh) and teach her parenting techniques to use instead of her powers

Bobby- he’d make her a chic, childproof home and it’d be the best

Klaus

Tan-fashion is a spectrum that ranges from Klaus to that guy in season one (?) that said his style icon was Frasier... Tan would be simultaniously LIVING for Klaus’ outfits from a proud gay dad perspective and appalled by the things he wore...he’d find a balance that was very gay but more befitting a 30 year old man (would Klaus actually wear it? probably not. he’d diy that shit and the look on tan’s face would be priceless oh my gosh im crying at the concept yknow the end when they all sit down and watch their routine? Klaus would go through his closet and look directly into the camera, holding up the “new and improved” clothes while tan just loses his mind)

Antoni- teach him how to make easy, good food. He needs some quick, simple, healthy recipes for when he’s not feeling it okay wait now im thinking about klaus getting addicted to cooking as a way to occupy himself when he gets too close to relapsing and guys guys guys we have a CONCEPT here oh boy i might have to do smth with that

Jonathan- honestly he’s pretty good? Probably a haircut and also GIVE HIM ROB’S NATURAL CURLY HAIR

Karamo-help him get sober. and help him learn that he can be more vulnerable, he doesnt have to laugh off everything. He doesnt have to hide everything. he needs to get help sometimes. also get him to do yoga because i feel like he’d love that for some reason??? idk the idea just popped into my head and i think he’d be a big fan

Bobby-give him a place that’s functional and neat, but with his sense of style. Quirky and artsy. Very easy to clean and keep organised, because his stuff is in such a state of disarray.

Five

Tan-just like.... go buy clothes that aren’t your old school uniform? Something that is befitting of a 58 year old man but doesn’t look too off on a 13 year old’s body... I feel like Tan and Five would be bros

Antoni-teach him that he cant survive off coffee...also teach him how to make his own damn coffee instead of whining about it all the time

Jonathan- Teach him how to shave and just generally take care of himself properly because he didnt have anyone to do that the first time around im not crying youre crying

Karamo- Make him less of a dick. It’s okay to hurt, and it’s okay to be confident but you dont gotta be an asshole about it. also maybe discuss delores.

Bobby-he needs a study with lots of space to write lmao ooh imagine the style is inspired by all his favourite time periods, whatever those may be that would be so cool plenty of antiques in that place

Ben - ok i know no-one but karamo could really do anything cuz he’s a ghost but pretend they could

Tan- he needs that colour boy he’s too emo (for Tan, i fully support emo rights)

Antoni- uhhhh he hasnt eaten in like 10 years feed him smth good

Jonathan- He’s perfect so nothing to change tbh

Karamo- honestly Ben is the most well-adjusted??? and he’s dead?? idk what karamo would really do besides getting him therapy

Bobby- He needs a place for himself!! There’s theories that he doesnt exist without Klaus which tbh I kinda believe so even then Bobby could incorporate a little space for him in Klaus’ place... get him some bookshelves!!

Vanya

Tan-absolutely nothing, her style is impeccable... ok fine tan would maybe make it more gay and fit better, accentuating what she wants instead of hiding everything under the baggiest shirts she can find

Antoni- comfort food that’s healthy (what? do i hear vanya and klaus bonding over using cooking to cope???)

Jonathan-GAY HAIRCUT UNDERCUT OR SMTH (but also her hair is adorable so i kinda dont want him to cut it......)

Karamo-help her realize she’s gay, just look at her karamo... but also work on her self esteem because shit dawg that could use some work

Bobby-fix up her apartment!! make it sleek and cool with hints of violins everywhere and also make it brighter because that colour scheme cannot be helping her depression

uh so yeah this was just me ranting for no reason lemme know what you think lmao

#tua #umbrella academy #queer eye #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #casey talks

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heartfullyferal · 5 years ago

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💍 HEHEHEH DIZZY

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you— @the-11-doctor

where they get married: OUTSIDE CAUSE THEY CANT USE DOORS AND THEY WOULD SMASH THROUGH THE VENUE WALLS AND WINDOWS

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ): SUMMER

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. ): Someone murdered something blue...

what their wedding cake looks like: WAY TOO TALL AND COVERED IN GOLD AND FLOWERS AND MAYBE DRAGONS X

….who smashes cake into whose face: The doctor ends up with cake in his face at some point it MIGHT have been Jack’s doing but you can’t prove shit

who proposed to who first: Demacrex proposed to Lizzy (maybe at 11′s wedding we shall see)

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ): Walking and waiting is fine, but Lizzy c r i e s down the aisle while Dem cries at the altar, that’s just how it be when they love each other too much x

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like: Lizzy is gonna sparkle like a fucken princess brighter than all the royal weddings put together, and Dem MIGHT BE WEARING AN ENTIRE SHIRT WHICH IS MAD oh and also some kind of fucken ridiculously expensive suit- they might be quite traditional in white and a black tux honestly. That, or Dem is rocking around in a golden blazer and Lizzy is swishing around in something bold with an insanely big chiffon skirt x

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have: Its a toss up between something tasteful and regal, or dramatic and goffik, but there WILL be gold involved Lizzy fucking insists!

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? ): Lizzy loves attention to detail. So she would put together a bouquet that says something about renewal and how she’s finally found where she was supposed to be after getting lost from Dem once before. It’s going to be a floral Fuck You to the universe.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ): Their vows are heartfelt, punny, and probably full of ridiculous song references and relief for finding each other after countless losses.

if anyone’s late to the wedding: It depends who’s doing WHAT on the day. Dem might be late murdering someone, the doctor might be late being murdered, it’s all!! A mystery!!

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other: COURTNEY IS CONFIRMED MAID OF HONOUR AND ALEX IS AN ARMED BRIDESMAID TO THE T E E T H. Also Thymos is Best Man, and?? Reid might be there too. You know who won’t be there? E v e l y n.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing: They’re gonna be just as fucken stylish, Lizzy might have her bridesmaids in red?? Just...she likes that colour a lot it’s a mystery I sure wonder why. The groomsmen seem like much more sensible people though, so regardless of how ridiculous Dem takes HIS suit, they’re going to be wearing the traditional black and white.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? ): All the space dads will spend HOURS making speeches with increasingly painful dad jokes and crying and adoration, and probably definitely a few embarrassing stories. You know what else? Lizzy would make a speech because she’s never over the fact that Dem really kept on coming back after all those years and she’s eternally grateful because nothing else could ever compare.

who catches the bouquet: Lizzy straight up just GIVES it to Sherlock because ffs GET ON WITH IT

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? ) : THEY ALREADY EXIST THEY ARE ALL OF THE ABOVE MATE

what sort of food they have at the reception: ALL OF IT. Catered by the Peteseria of course x

who cries first during the ceremony: Dem will cry seeing Lizzy walk down the aisle but also so will Lizzy cause this is really happenING ITS A CLOSE CALL

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. ): You ever heard that song-...champagne cocaine gasoline...y e a h.

what their rings are like: EXPENSIVE AND ENGRAVED AND OVER THE TOP INTRICACIES ITS A VERY PERSONAL BIG DEAL CAUSE THIS IS THEIR ONE BIG DREAM OVER ALL OTHER DREAMS ITS FINE

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. ): I think they’re so ridiculously rich, that they have ALL sorts of shit in there. Personalised candy, cupcakes, tiaras...

where they go for their honeymoon: Derilium according to God, it’s important.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. ): There might be a mUrDeR.

who officiates the ceremony: Frank Sinatra??

what song their first dance is to: New York New York ITS FINE ITS POSSIBLY ONE OF THEIR SONGS FUCKEN INTO THE UNKNOWN???

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle: The Master walks Lizzy down the aisle while all the other dads are fighting x

#the-11-doctor #I HAD TO PUT YOUR EDIT IN THERE HOPE YOU ENJOYED X

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my-creative-hell · 5 years ago

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Nightmares (Avengers au)

Grave looks around her, as she stands, frozen still, helpless only to watch the unfolding events. Jake had been grabbed long ago by some horrific amalgamation of creature that Grave wasn’t sure had ever even been a human. He was screaming as jagged nails sliced through his skin as if it were butter, blood flowing seamlessly onto the floor where he stood as he was eaten by the monster.

Leena was dead, partially eaten already, her eyes devoid of their normal life and colour as she lay limp on the ground, limbs long separated from her body and head only hanging on by a small thread of muscle that refused to let it go. The natural flush of her face was tainted and cold now, the normal life she had always contained and breathed into the rest of the group was gone and all that was left was like a hollow husk, leaking the pain that Grave felt from its now pallor and torn skin.

Iden was dead too, his head had been smashed in by the monsters and he was on the floor, his face an amalgamation that no longer resembled him at all. It was too distorted, the skin broken and stretched, bones peaking through and blood pouring out of every orifice that was left of his face.

And Hannah, the member of the team she had come to see a type of familial bond with. Her blindness had been taken advantage of, and Grave could see the large bite mark on her leg as she tried to fight. But her shadows were getting weaker, being broken again and again more easily as she continued to fire them off at the attackers.

Grave wants nothing more than to scream, to run and help, or to die trying. She wants to close her eyes, curl into a ball and will it all away. But all she can find herself doing is standing, her eyes glued to the carnage in front of her she so desperately doesn’t want to be real. She wants to join them and die, but they aren’t attacking her, making her suffer in the worst way, unable to help the very people she had come to call her family.

Only able to watch them die without saying a word against it.

Grave shoots up out of bed, her sweat a horrible mingle of hot and cold as it dances across her skin, her ragged breathing the only sound filling her head in her silent room, bouncing off of the walls, reminding her of the horrors that had filled her mind only seconds before.

Painful screams fill her head as she sits, the hot tears in her eyes threatening to brim over and roll down her face as she bites her tongue, not wanting to make any sudden noises, not wanting to alert any of the team.

Though she knew they wouldn’t mind, the time on the clock wouldn’t make a difference, but the numbers burned into her brain, a sense of guilt creeping into her heart for an action she hadn’t even committed yet. It was two in the morning, she couldn’t wake them up, surely they had things to do in the morning.

But, unbeknownst to Grave, she had already woken one of them up. Hannah had stirred during the end of the dream, the shadows within Grave’s mind reaching out to her and stirring her out of her sleep, her mind flooding with worry.

Silently, she had gotten out of bed without disturbing the still sleeping Leena. Though she couldn’t see the clock, she knew it was early morning from Leena’s breathing noises. Quietly as she could, she navigates the hallways, fingers trailing over the walls as she blindly heads to Graves room.

At the door, she stands quietly, slowly rapping her knuckles against the door, as quiet as possible so she wouldn’t scare the poor girl, who she was sure would be in a bad state when she opened the door.

Grave hesitates at the noise; looking at the door quietly, wondering whether she should open it, fear still lingering in her mind. But she does get up, getting out of bed and heading over to the door in an uncharacteristically quiet manner.

Hannah looks up as she hears the door being opened, Grave stepping on the other side of it, opposite her. Hannah cant see, but she can hear the fabric of Grave’s pyjamas rustling as she shakes where she stands. The poor girl was clearly terrified, and it broke Hannah’s heart to hear it, the concern she feels no doubt written on her face.

“Hey hun.” Hannah speaks softly as she listens for any more signs from Grave, as she no doubt tries to suppress her fear to answer her, never wanting to worry anyone.

“Hi…” Grave almost mumbles, and Hannah was right. She could hear Grave trying to suppress the shaking of her body and voice by talking quietly, but it was still there, making Hannah feel sympathy for the youngest of the team.

“Grave, you know I can hear you aren’t okay…” Hannah reasons gently, keeping her voice soft and calm as she speaks, trying to reassure the younger girl. “Do you need someone?” She asks gently, making it clear with her voice that it was okay if she did. The girl was clearly upset, and Hannah wanted her to know she could ask any of them for help in a time like this.

“Yeah. That would… that’d be nice.” Hannah can hear Grave slowly nod as she answers, and it makes her smile softly at her, her eyes squinting as it reaches her gentle eyes.

“Well, I’m here, you want to let me in?” Hannah offers. She knew Grave would likely feel bad about waking any more of the team, and she felt the two were close enough that Grave would trust her to talk about whatever had happened.

“You can come in.” Hannah hears Grave pull her door open a bit more and smiles again at the taller girl, using a soft and kind voice when she answers her, wanting to be as comforting as she possibly can.

“Thanks hun.” Hannah uses her hands to touch the doorframe as she enters the room slowly. Unlike the rest of the living space, Hannah didn’t quite have Grave’s room entirely mapped yet, so she uses her hands to make sure she doesn’t bump into anything, making her movements slow to mitigate the risk of her falling over something.

Grave sits on her bed as Hannah enters, the smile on her face widening as she does so.

“You’re welcome.” She says sounding a little bit brighter than before, the mood lightened a bit by the presence of Hannah with her in her room. Hannah fumbles in the room a bit as she navigates using her steps and hands, though she does manage to find the bed and climb onto it alongside Grave, where she turns to face her.

“So, you wanna talk about what happened hun?” Hannah asks gently, face crinkling slightly as she poses the question, not wanting to make the teen uncomfortable around her.

“Not yet, sorry… but a hug would be nice.” Grave suggests, and Hannah can tell she is looking down a bit in potential guilt, making her heart squeeze.

“That’s fine hun. I think I can manage that…” Hannah says gently, wrapping Grave into a calm and protective hug, holding her gently in her arms but applying enough weight to be a comforting and non-constricting sensation for the young girl.

“Thank you.” Grave happily hugs her back, squeezing Hannah slightly as she does so, comfortable with the hug being given to her, making Hannah happy by default.

“That’s okay hun. You know we’re all here for you.” Hannah reminds her gently about the rest of the team. What Hannah was doing tonight wasn’t an oddity, and would happily be done by any other member of the team, though they would surely all have slightly different methods to Hannah.

“I’m glad you are…” Grave says happily, her feet tapping on the floor slightly, a very audible sign of her happiness that makes Hannah smile and laugh quietly.

“I’m glad you are here too hun.” Hannah says happily as she hugs her, squeezing Grave gently as she speaks to display her own happiness with the situation.

Grave squeals quietly as Hannah squeezes her, making her sound like a squeaky toy, and almost making Hannah laugh at the situation and at her cuteness. The sound was so small and delicate and it was so entertaining that it came from Grave of all people.

Hannah transitions the hug to be a bit tighter and more comforting, a bear hug she often liked to give people. She was always told she was a great hugger because of it. Grave gives off another small squeak and this time Hannah finds she has to say something.

“You sound like a squeaky toy.” She jokes lightly, voice never going much above a whisper as she speaks.

“I do not.” Hannah can feel Grave pouting and has to hold back another laugh at the expression she knew she was wearing, sight or no. Grave was trying to sound angry, but she only managed to sound like a vaguely annoyed toddler.

“Hun, you do. It’s adorable, don’t worry about it.” Hannah states simply as she hugs her, never removing her arms from around the younger counterpart, she could tell they were both too comfortable for that.

“Fine.” Grave growls, but Hannah can tell its fake and has no fire behind it, like a puppy first learning how to growl and bark, making Hannah laugh quietly at Grave’s fake anger.

“Sorry hun, but it had to be said.” Hannah jokes as she laughs, her eyes closed as she does so, not that it made any difference to her.

“Mhm, s u r e it did.” The sarcasm drips off of Grave’s voice, making Hannah laugh again, the sound very entertaining to her. but her voice turns a bit more serious as she opens her eyes again, listening to Grave’s calmer breathing and soft heart beats.

“I’m just glad you’re feeling a bit better.” Hannah says simply, her smile warm and genuine, pressed into Grave’s shoulder where they sit. The worry bubbling inside of Hannah had calmed slightly as she felt Grave calmer, but it still remained slightly.

“I’m glad you were here to make me feel better.” Grave smiles as she speaks, voice happier, quelling some more of the worry inside Hannah as she listens to her.

“I’ll always be here to chase away the nightmares hun.” Hannah reminds Grave. Over the time Grave had been a part of the team, they had all developed their own relationships with her. most of the team seemed to have adopted an older sibling relationship with the younger teen, while Hannah and Grave had seemed to have adopted an almost mother daughter relationship, getting very close to each other in that sense, hence the worry Hannah felt for Grave now.

“Thank you mum- I mean Hannah…” Grave trails off, and Hannah can feel the embarrassment coming off of the teen, choosing to not comment on the use of the word mum, though it makes her smile gently at the teen as she speaks.

“You know its no problem hun. Now, do you feel like telling me what happened?” Hannah asks gently, pulling back from the hug a little as she does, as though she could somehow see Grave’s reaction to the question. Grave nods, taking a deep breath as she begins to talk.

“I-I was in the upside down again. I heard you a-and you were screaming and when I got to you you had this big bite mark on your leg and it was bleeding and everybody was there with you. Iden…” Grave sighs deeply as she continues, the sadness evident in her tone. “Iden got his head smashed and Leena and Jake were both eaten by the demodogs a-and…” Grave tightens her grip on the smaller counterpart and shakes her head gently. “Sorry.”

Hannah slowly brings Grave’s head down to her own and gently touches their forehead together as she speaks, her voice warm and gentle as her face dissolves into sympathy and concern.

“Don’t apologise hun. That sounds like hell… you okay?” Hannah asks gently, wanting to hear it out of Grave’s mouth, though her heart and breath indicated she felt somewhat better.

“Well I’m fine now, thanks to you.” Graves smiles as Hannah does as well, her smile small and warm as she gently touches Grave’s face with her hand, cupping it.

“I’m always here.” Hannah reminds her gently as she cups her face, feeling Grave smile again as she moves her mouth to reply.

“And I’m happy about that.” Grave responds happily, making Hannah laugh quietly again, voice gentle as ever when talking to Grave.

“I’m glad to hear it.” Hannah smiles as she speaks. “You think you wanna try sleeping again?” Hannah asks, keeping her voice slow as she studies Grave’s sounds to determine her feelings when she replies.

“Yeah, its really early.” Grave comments, and Hannah can hear the sleepiness draining into her voice, and can feel her energy depleting now.

“It is very early indeed, do you think you’ll be okay alone, or do you want company?” Hannah asks. Leena would be confused when she woke up alone in the morning, but she would totally understand if Grave needed Hannah here with her now.

“I’ll be fine by myself, but thank you.” Grave says as Hannah smiles at her, knowing she was telling the truth from her voice.

“Good to hear. You know where I am if you need me.” Hannah reminds her, hoping that if this happened again, Grave would be comfortable enough to come and get someone to help her when she needed it.

“I shall clip through the ceiling if I need you. Night night.” Grave lies down in her bed, practically vanishing under her blanket, making Hannah laugh quietly at the image.

“I will laugh if you do that. Night hun.” Hannah stands up quietly as she navigates silently through Graves’s room, finding the door and closing it as quietly as possible behind her.

Slowly, she makes her way to her own bed, crawling in besides Leena, who doesn’t even stir, only turning around in request of a cuddle as Hannah smiles, able to sense that Grave was now falling asleep, no more bad dreams in store for the night.

#writing with friends #writing #my writing #original writing #not my oc #others ocs #original characters #original story #avengers au #alternate universe #tw blood #tw death #tw nightmares #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

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corruptedcaps · 6 years ago

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An Evil Ring to it: Roxanne

This is a based on a request from @wickedbimbouser. Hope everyone like it :)

"You can't be serious Ella." Roxy said incredulous at what her best friend had just said.

"Deadly. The guy at the store told me this ring would give me what I always wanted. That it would give to me everything I desired. It has the power to change people. Not just their minds but their appearance too.” Ella said sincerely.

"Did he also offer you magic beans twerp." Said a voice behind them as a hand pushed between them and took the ring. It was Vicky their bully. She was one year ahead of them and was the queen bitch of the school. In truth she was the main reason Ella had bought the ring in the first place. She wanted to turn the tables on her and have Vicky see the errors of her ways.

"Give it back Vicky, it's not yours." Ella protested but Vicky ignored her.

"Calm down nerd it's not like this actually works. I will be wearing it though as a reminder not to mess-ohhhhh what's happening." Said Vicky as she slipped on the ring. Before their eyes they saw Vicky's body shift and change.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the already beautiful bitch's tits enlarged, her body lost any fat it was hiding and grew taller in stature. Her lips puffed up and her butt plumped out. As the changes finished her eyes rolled back but were different somehow. They were the same colour as before but they seemed brighter almost like she had her mind focused or her IQ increased.

"Mmmmm well I have to hand it to you Ella, this ring really did work. I feel so much better now and that's just what the ring decided to do to me, I cant wait to make myself into a real Goddess." Vicky cackled as Ella looked on in fear as the reality of the situation finally hit her.

"Please give it back Vicky I see now it's an evil thing that must be destroyed." Ella pleaded.

"God you are pathetic. How do you put up being a friend with such a loser Roxy?" Vicky said as an evil plan formed in her head.

"You know Roxy I've always thought you were better than Ella and felt bad bullying you just because you were associated with this dweeb. Why don't you come over here to my side and be my best friend. I promise it comes with it a lot of perks." She said motioning to the ring which had begun to glow. Roxy walked towards Vicky in a trance focused on the ring.

"Nooooo! Leave Roxy alone, she doesn't want this!" Ella said with tears in her eyes as Vicky waved her ringed hand over Roxy who started to change. Due to Roxy being less attractive than Vicky to begin with the changes seemed more extreme.

"Ohhhhh what's happening.... Why does this feel sooooo good." Roxy said as her flabby body tightened everywhere giving her the physique she always wanted. Her messy hair straightened perfectly and sexy makeup covered her face. Like Vicky before her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head but when they returned they were crueller, meaner.

"Fuck yes make me a sexy bitch like you Vicky. God how I've hated being Ella's friend. Such an ugly loser always whining. Not like you babe, you’re perfection. Ugh and there was no way I could get laid being seen with her." Roxy said cruelly as new tight fitting clothes formed on her body and her tits grew larger to fill out her tiny shirt. She and Vicky could pass as sisters now.

"I think new hot sluts like us need hotter names don’t you agree Roxanne?" Said Victoria embracing her new BFF.

"Absolutely Victoria. Mmmmm I feel like such a spoilt slut babe. Thanks for making me see the benefits of being a cold hearted bitch like you." Roxanne said giggling.

"Nooooo Roxy you have to fight it. This isn't you!" Ella said begging her former best friend to fight the corruption but Roxanne shot her an icy stare.

"Ugh are you still here? Run home to your Daddy and sister, they're the only ones who give a shit about you now." Roxanne said laughing with glee as Ella did exactly that and ran away crying.

"Mmmm that felt so nasty that it made me super wet Victoria, can we get some cock now? Momma's hungry." Roxanne said licking her lips.

"You go do indulge in your new desires, you've given me a new idea too delicious not to enact." Victoria said smiling eviliy to herself as she walked in the same direction Ella went while stroking her new favourite ring.

To be continued tomorrow...

#F2F #bitchification #evil bitch #anevilringtoit #cc2018

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luna-paradoxz · 6 years ago

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Pride and Love

Summary - When Morgan was called to another world he received hope again but only to fall into the despair once again. Maybe he was not destined to have a happy ending.

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Lucina panted as she rested her training sword and put it in the training rack and pulled up her towel as she wiped her face from sweat, drank a bit of water and wiped her mouth. She looked around, the morning daylight and the fresh air felt good and the day was beautiful making her feel at peace. The silence of the usual bustling camp added to the peace, everyone except her had left to enjoy today since this was the only rest day they had before they departed for Ylisse tomorrow. Everyone had decided to spend it with their loved ones, and family since once they are back they are going to fight another war, a war far worse than the one they just fought. She was asked by her parents to spend a day out with family but she had declined to ask them to instead spend time together as since the war started they both had hardly got any chance to spent time alone in peace with no burdens on them, they were a bit reluctant but their children convinced them that they must not stay and go and enjoy themselves. Her sibling left with their friends, she, on the other hand, stayed back on the pretence of practising but really, she wanted to think alone for a bit, and she was avoiding a certain someone.

She frowned, things had cleared between her and Inigo but still she has been ignoring him, it's not that she hates him or is angry with him. She just can't stay too close to him or she won't be able to control herself. She, after realising what he meant by showing emotions affects others, she had realized that somewhere she cared more about his feelings more than others. It's not like she never noticed she had a bit of attraction to him but she always thought it was just a teenage crush or attraction but after that incident she had noticed how she cares so much about how he feels, how he is, how he thinks about her and how she has started desiring more from their relationship. She has also noticed the slight itch in her to punch him or push a woman away from him whenever he goes and flirts with someone in their camp or outside, that was also one of the reasons she didn't go, she was sure someone, especially one of the girls would notice if she started glaring at all the women around them, if they have already not noticed.

And it's not liked the feeling scared her, so she was avoiding him, they did, a bit no, quite but that was not the main reason. She just couldn't bring herself to think about him or them like that and it's not because she is a princess but because she cannot hope him to love her. Because one day she is going to make a decision he will hate her for, if he already doesn't, because he knows, he of all people knows what she plans to do when it becomes certain that their suspicions were true. So, she can't ask him to love her, she cants ask him to give her love when she is going to take his family away from him.

Her face scrunched up as she tried hard to not cry as she gripped her bottle harder and told herself, again, 'I am the princess this is my duty.' She knew she of all people can neither dream nor be selfish. She has too many lives riding on her to do that.

(But she wishes she could do that.)

"You don't have to do it alone. You have friends ready to aid you against whatever you face. And your father has an entire army ready to fight and die for him. ...And you also have me, for whatever that may be worth."

She still could hear Robin's words ring in her head. She had not expected him to grow to care for her so much in little time they had known each other and the fact she rarely talked to him. She always kept her distance from him telling herself to not get too attached to him or it will become only that hard for her when the time comes. And whenever they did speak, she always spoke to him formally, making it clear she didn't want to get familiar with him, he of all people must have picked it, he was not her father after all. But, still, he cares about her enough to promise he will support her, fight alongside her, swear his sword to her. She knew his true fealty lied with her father but still to hear him so seriously tell her he wants to support her made her realise that this man didn't care if she was staying away from him or treated him coldly, he cared for her all the same, just like how he must care for the little Lucina back in the castle. It hurt, more than she wanted to accept.

She didn't deserve this kind of loyalty, this kind of kindness from him, especially when considering what she might do. She bit her lip as she tried hard to steal her heart again and tell herself that she must do it, she was the crown princess she must do it. Sighing, she got up and left her tent and walked to wood, maybe some night air will soothe her heart. She hears voices and immediately hides and peeks from behind the tree and gasps silently. There were a family of four all smiling as the two sat down on a nearby log and the other two stood practising their dance. Robin clapped as he complimented Morgan who shyly, blushed and scratched her neck, grinning. Inigo said something, it was too far for her to hear, and the girl looked up positively beaming as her grin stretched wider, if possible. Olivia chuckled and then patted her head as she said something too and the girl flushes but nods looking determined now. Then they took positions again and Olivia puts her hand up, slowly twists, twirls and completed the step with a jump. Morgan, determined copies it, she puts her hand up, twists less slowly, and twirls a bit clumsily and then she jumped too but landed a bit off. She flushed and looked disappointed, but Inigo again said something, and she nodded, looking determined again. The routine counited for few minutes and then even Inigo joined them, probably unable to control himself anymore and danced freely, a bit slowly, to demonstrate the steps to Morgan. She felt her throat constrict and her previous guilt burns again.

The family looked so happy. Even though all they were doing was dancing around, still they seemed that they felt the happiest for doing such a simple thing.

She was going to break this family up.

(She hated herself.)

She got up ready to leave, but she stepped on a branch and all of them tensed as Robin got up and pointed his trusty tome at her direction, she promptly came out looking sheepish as she avoided their eyes and looked down. All three dancers flushed as Robin just blinked and then laughed.

"Lucina, what are you doing so late up?"

She flushed a bit, "I am sorry I didn't mean to spy, I just came out for some fresh air and came upon on all of you. I was going to leave."

He chuckled as he shakes his hand, "No worries Lucina, we don't mind right guys?"

Both dancers and dancer in training flushed but sheepishly nodded and that only made Robin grin brighter as he turned to her again, "And how did you find Morgan's dance do you think she is getting there?" He asked lightly.

She smiled as she looked at the girl and nodded, "Yes I quite liked it. It was good Morgan."

The girl smiled sheepishly as she rubbed her neck again, "Thanks Lucina I am trying, though I am still nowhere near Mother and Brother."

"It's ok Morgan you forget after all it can't be helped. You will learn all soon enough." Inigo cheered her up and she nodded back.

"Yes, I remember you were quite a good dancer yourself. I am sure you will re-learn it quite easily."

The girl flushed again as she looked down and twisted her hands together, "Thanks." She said, lowly and two of them smiled wide at her. At times like this, it was quite clear Morgan did get some things from her mother other than her hair colour.

Robin smiles, gently as he suggests, "Lucina now that you are here why don't you stay?"

Her heart pricks, as she looks down, and tries to smile as she slightly shakes her head, "Thank you Robin-san for the invitation but I must go and sleep." She hopes they don't catch on but still she doesn't wait for the persuasion to come and turns away to leave.

She doesn't catch on the pained look on Inigo and worried look on Robin.

They all were back in Ylisse and coming back home after so long filled her up with so much happiness that she had to pull herself aside so that she can stop herself from crying, it was not just her who was happy to be back home, finally, all her friends were. She could see it on their faces, some of them didn't cry but they were happy. The city which was ablaze the day before they left was now bright, happy and everyone alive in it. All her people alive in it. She was so, so happy. Her parents gave them permission to go around and see the city and everything as much as they like, they didn't need to do any work today. At first, she had refused saying she will join them for council but her father put a hand on her head, patted and smiled proudly as he repeated that it was her day off and she must rest. After that, even she couldn't reject him. So, rest she did. First, she went around the castle checking out all the rooms and the areas. It filled her heart up and then she finally headed to her room. There was her mother slowly cooing at her baby self, and after she announced her presence shyly, she laughed and then beckoned her to show her, herself. It was embarrassing and awkward but when she held herself, the same blue eyes stared right back at her, and then she laughed as her tears fell. She was truly a beautiful baby. After that, she went and joined her friends to explore the city. They went around a lot of places, places familiar to them and not so familiar to them. After the sun had fallen they all went back to the garrison, but she could none of them wanted to just sleep yet, but sadly they all were tired and needed to, so they all turned in for the night.

But she couldn't sleep, for whatever reason, she just couldn't. Her body was tired, but her mind was racing. So, she got up and decided to take a walk out to clear her head and hopefully go back to sleep, Déjà vu, was only hitting when she walked out and saw Robin sitting out on the garden stone ledge reading something with a lamp on. She felt a bit bad but cleared her throat to announce her presence. He looked up and then grinned as he closed his book and patted the seat beside him, she promptly took it.

"Can't sleep again?" He teased her and she flushed as she nodded.

"It is just coming back home after so long has filled me up with excitement I guess."

He smiled, a bit lightly, "I can understand it has been quite a log for us too. It might not be the same per se but even I felt quite good to be back home."

She smiled, slightly as she crossed her legs, wrapped her hands around them and looked up. "Yes, it is really good to be back home."

"Then, I am glad we could bring all of you back home."

She smiled at him, thankfully, "Thank you Robin-san."

He nodded and they both just stared at the night sky for a bit when she decided to breach another topic.

"Robin-san can I ask you something?"

"Yes surely,"

"How…how did you make those decisions?" She asked, a bit scared.

"Decisions? You mean at the war?" He asked confused.

She nodded, "Yes at the war, when you made those decisions to burn down our fleet or to climb the volcano. How did you make those?"

He was still confused, "Well, I won't say it was easy and was quite risky but that was our best move at that time."

She slowly shook her head, that was right but that was not what she was asking. "Yes, and I am thankful for your good thinking but what I want to know is how were you able to get yourself to make such a hard decision?"

He still doesn't understand what exactly she was asking, "Lucina is there something specific you want to know about the plans or are you asking something else?"

She lightly bit her lip, how does she word it, "Yes what I am trying to ask is, well, do you remember that day when Lady Emmeryn was to be executed?"

He flinched but nodded, nonetheless. That would be the day, no matter how much time has passed, still make his heart clench and be stabbed.

She grimaced a bit, "That day just after Aversa had foiled your plan, you had said something to father. I remember you asked father to sacrifice Lady Emmeryn and to run away with the shepherds. I want to ask how you were able to do that?"

He looked, down as his face darkened, now he knew what exactly she was talking about. "That day, we were surrounded. There were 14 of us shepherds and 15 of Feroxian including Basilio and Flavia. We were all surrounded by more than 20 men and my best strategy was foiled just like that. I had no other strategies left other than choosing one side. Giving up the national treasure would be the same as giving up our nation to Gangrel, and there was no guarantee he will keep his word and not attack any of us. It was choosing between which one had the most necessary. Chrom, Lissa, Basilio, Flavia and fire emblem were the ones we had on one side, on the other was Emmeryn. As a tactician, I am supposed to choose the side with most probability, so I made my choice."

She looked down, as pain struck her, "I can't imagine how much strength it must have taken to make that choice."

He smiles painfully as he looks up again, "Yes it was a hard choice and the consequences were many, but I knew I need to save them even if they hate me, even if they kill me, I needed to make sure Chrom and Lissa also won't become victims of the war," He sighed, "But in the end, even that was not needed. Lady Emmeryn saved us all from that heartache and made the choice herself. More than me I think it was her how held enough strength. I don't think so anyone else could be so benevolent or strong as her."

She could hear the pride and guilt in his voice and she only felt the respect for this man to grow, for her aunt to grow, she really wished she had met her once more. That she could talk properly to her once.

(She knew it was a fool wish, but she wanted to have the aunt that was called the holy queen by all.)

"I am sorry if only I had been there then things wouldn't have ended up like that."

He shakes his head, as he put a hand on her head, "Its not your fault Lucina. No one could have predicted it would end up like that. And there is no guarantee you could have changed it." He pats her.

She doesn't say anything, but she whispers in her heart, that it was not acceptable her relaxing like this, it had cost them Emmeryn and so many other lives. She could have prevented it all, no she was supposed to prevent it and yet she had failed. But this time she won't fail, no matter what, she won't.

He looks at her as her eyes harden in determination and he wishes he could ask her what exactly she was strengthening herself to do but he knew he can't. And yet he worries for her because for him she is still the little baby Chrom had cried when he first saw and then with tears streaming down his face, he proudly showed her to him. A little light of happiness born in the country that was ridden with the pain of loss. He can't let anything happen to her, that's what he had promised to Chrom, to always protect and guide her. Even if she is from the future the oath still held, he was sure his future self-had made the same oath.

"Lucina, I know you have your secrets but I do not want to see you hurt yourself. You have me and all of us and we will support you the best way we can." He smiles, reassuringly, give her strength and she was reminded of her past when he would promise her the same thing when he would leave with her father, only to never come back. She bites her lip and nods.

"Thank you, Robin-san." She says nonetheless as she smiles back at him.

She prays to Naga as they leave for Pelgia, to give her strength, to make a decision that will be the hardest in her life.

(She wonders if he will hate her if that day comes, she hopes he will.)

Robin with a pained look looks down as Chrom informs all the shepherds about what happened. She puts a hand on her falchion and with a blank look stares at everyone's reaction not understanding the full consequences this event has brought. But Inigo understands as he turns, with a pained look, their eyes meet and she turns not able to stare at it any longer. She then walks away, and she knows he is still going to come as his long legs catch up to her faster and he holds her arm to stop her. She does not turn knowing her resolve won't hold up if she looks at his face.

"Lucina, please." He pleads, his voice pained and broken, and she feels her heartbreak and grows more dead.

"I am sorry." And with that she shakes her hand away and takes a step, halting, as she waits for him to call out again.

His heart pains, as she doesn't turn, and when she shakes her hand away, his chest stabs as he goes to plead again but then he remembers and let his hands fall as he stands there and when she starts to walk away, he just stares at her back and hates himself. She understands, a bit glad, and then walks away.

And then he hears her voice as Morgan suddenly comes to him and asks in a worried voice if he is ok, because without him noticing he had started crying because even he right now can't smile. Morgan frowns but he digs his nails in his palm as he puts his head down and he apologises to her, to his only sister,

"I am sorry Morgan. I can't stop her, I can't stop Lucina. As the ones who came to the past to save the world, I don't have the right to be selfish. I am sorry Morgan."

She just frowns, "Brother what's wrong? What happened?"

But he couldn't answer because what was he going to say his sister to who her father was her whole world.

Chrom walks there wanting to talk to Robin more for tomorrow when he sees Inigo and Morgan, one crying and the other totally confused and worried. He then turns to see his daughter with a grave face calling out Robin and asking him to come somewhere aside. He is not the best at reading the situations but he knows right there that something is wrong and his daughter is up to no good. He decides to follow the two. They go to a clearing far away from camp, he hides behind a tree and then Lucina starts telling him about him, about her memories with him before he died. Robin smiles a bit, a bit sad,

"I can see that you love him very much."

She pains as she looks down looking bleak as she steels herself, "Yes I do. And that's why I must save him, I must save the world that will be thrust to a bleak future on his death. As the crown princess, I must."

She pulls out her Falchion and points at it. She can feel her own father's soul screaming at her, but she ignores it.

"I am sorry Robin…. please forgive me."

He gasps as he takes a step back and exclaims, "Lucina!?"

She frowns, but she was determined, she will carry out her duty no matter who hates her, "Stay where you are, I have no choice. I must kill you."

"What!? What madness is this!?" He demands.

She made this decision, "In my future you, you murdered my father."

He stares, eyes wide, disbelief, " No! That's insane, I won't kill Chrom." Chrom's eyes widen but he makes no noise, he can't come out now. But he doesn't believe, even if it's true he won't believe.

Her heart stabs, but she is the princess, "Up until now there was no proof. I was told that father was betrayed by his most trusted companion. Having witnessed your bond with him in this world, I doubted it could be you. But after seeing today's events I know. You can't resist Validar's control. And he must have made you kill father, in my world. And soon enough you will kill him in this world also."

He stares disbelief, his heart cant believes what the girl is saying, it's just not possible but today he had…

"I.." is all he can say, because really what could he say?

Chrom feels his heartbreak as he looks down at falchion but he knows if its Robin then, he can believe and forgive him.

She can't let her heart waver. "To change the destiny, to make sure this world doesn't fall in the same despair that mine has fallen into, I must do this. Sacrifices must be made and only I can, only I can do it. That's why as the crown princess, no as the Exalt I must do this."

"Lucina, you don't have to - "

No, she must bear this weight, only she, "Don't make it harder! I will give you a swift and painless death. If you hold any love for father, then please let this be done…."

He frowns, he wants to live, he knows it's selfish but he wants to but he knows if this will lead to everyone happiness. If he can save Chrom this way then. Compared to the lives of thousands, one person, any one person is weightless.

He smiles sadly, "Understood Lucina. I shall forfeit my life."

She feels her heartbreak more, "Why are you looking at me with such a kind smile? I am doing this for father, for the world but still, I am killing you, Robin." 'I am killing Olivia's husband, Inigo's and Morgan's father.'

He chuckles slightly, "If I die here it will save Chrom right? It will save everyone and you all can live happily right? Then I will give my life willingly."

She can't cry, she doesn't have the right to cry. (But she wants to, desperately)

"But before you kill me, Lucina, can I give you my last message?"

She just silently nods, she kills herself too. (She just wishes she could be selfish.)

"Then could you please tell Chrom to not get too angry with you. I know he doesn't want to sacrifice anyone but sometimes one must make the right decision. Tell him that, tell him that I said you made the right decision. And tell him - thank you for giving me this life, with so many precious people and so many precious memories."

Chrom feels his eyes burn and wants to go hit him, for saying such things but he practices patience. He knows he needs to stop his daughter, not beat sense in Robin. He will do that later.

Her face goes more blank, as her heart dies. (She wishes she could hope for a perfect future.)

"Tell Morgan that she will become the very first taction and dancer. Tell her she is an as wonderful dancer like her mother and brother and she is as genius taction as her father. Tell her I won't tolerate any head-bashings and to always be careful and live a happy life. Tell her I will always be looking at her. Tell her I love her."

She records every single word because she must deliver them word to word. (But she wishes she never made him say all this.)

"Tell Inigo that he must be proud of himself, of his dancing and his tactical skills. Tell him he will definitely become the first male dancer, I guarantee it. Tell him he must moderately go behind a woman and he can show weakness. Tell him I will always be proud of him and love him. And tell him he can forgive you."

She silently apologises to both of them, she can't say the last part, she doesn't have the right to say that. (But maybe in another life she can hope that.)

"And tell Olivia I love her and my last wish is for her to find someone better for her, I don't want her to be alone. I want her to be happy."

She silently promises she won't ever leave their side until they start smiling again even if it means she must spend rest of her days to make sure of that. (But she wishes she never had to take that smile from them.)

He takes a deep breathe, open his arms and nods, "I am ready Lucina do what you must."

She nods, but her handshakes and she repeats again 'I am the exalt this is my duty.' She puts her another hand on it and wills herself to stay stronger. This sword will be all she has now.

She takes a step forward. He smiles sadly, he doesn't say it but he has many regrets but his biggest regret is that he is forcing Lucina to bear this weight but he knows as the exalt she must do this, he can at least lessen it by being willing. He hopes, as her godfather, she will also find happiness after this war ends.

"Thank you, Lucina." He whispers.

And she looks up as she hearts breaking, crying, looks at him in his eyes, so desperate and yet so resolute. She was indeed a strong child, just like the heroes of the past.

She grips her hilt and runs, ready to strike at his heart –

"Enough!" her father screams, startling her, making her stop. He runs up to them glaring at her as he jumps in front of him and pushes her sword back with his.

"Lucina, lower your sword."

She can't, not even for him, "Father I can't- "

He glares, as he growls out, "Lucina lower your sword." He orders her and she feels shivers run down and reluctantly lowers it. He doesn't.

"I can explain, father." She says.

He sighs and shakes his head, his throat clenched but he carries, he was her father. "There is no need. You are not the only one who can eavesdrop. I heard every word."

They flinch and Robin steps to pacify him but Chrom lowers his sword on his own.

"Lucina I know your heart is in the right place but I trust Robin. You can't shake my faith in him."

She flinches, her heartbreaking, asking silently, how can he. Robin stares in disbelief, torn between scolding him again, and asking him how he does it.

"This is not about trust! He will be made to kill you!" She angrily screams, frustrated like a child who is not being understood.

He sheathes his sword and shakes his head. "That might be the case but Robin and I have held fast through good times and ill times. We swore to be two halves of a greater whole. That bond can't be severed, I believe in those bonds more than some 'destiny'."

She frowns, why, "Father…" 'Can't you see, even I want to believe in those. But,'

"It's easy for you to say father you haven't seen the future, the despair, the pain, the loss."

They both feel pained, but he held fast, if he doesn't hold on to his beliefs then what kind of man is, he? "Lucina aren't our ties stronger here than in the future?"

She looks up and so does he, where was he going with that.

"You and I share a bond here Lucina. In future, you and the other children were just kids. But in this world, you fight alongside us. That by itself means you have changed the destiny."

She feels like she was slapped, something so obvious, it can't be true, yet it was true. They went blindly in all their fights, they didn't have thirteen kids fighting beside them. It's so painfully obvious, so unbelievable but the future did change. How blind was she?

Robin gasps, of all people to think Chrom, would say something so sensible and meaningful, something so obvious that none of them had realised. He didn't realise. He was a fool, he was supposed to take action and yet this time Chrom was the voice of reason.

"I understand father…I still can't fully give up but now I want to believe that what you say is true. That you will prove me wrong and our bonds won't fall to pieces."

Her heart hurts and yet she feels like she has lost something and yet he knows she has given up. But she really hasn't, and Robin realises that.

"Yes, Lucina we will change the future." He promises, ever confident.

She then turns to Robin as she sheathes her sword too, "I can't ask you for forgiveness, but I will believe in you this time."

He smiles, "I do forgive you, Lucina. You need not speak of it again."

A silence falls and knowing it's over both men turn to leave but she stays still, and Chrom looks at her, "Lucina?"

"I would like to be here for some time more, I will return to camp in a bit."

They want to say something but decide to give the girl her time and decided to leave. At the exit of the forest both of his children stood, Inigo, looking broken and crying while Morgan was asking him his reason and trying to console while looking utterly confused. He feels his heartbreak, 'Inigo knew about it. Well, I am not surprised, they all are quite close.' He thinks, and then turns to Chrom and nods who sighs and then leaves with one last message of coming to the war tent afterwards, he sweats drops knowing well he was going to get scolded. He walks to them and they both look up, noticing him there, Inigo gasps and Morgan runs to him,

"Father, brother is acting very weird. He won't tell me anything and keeps crying. Please do something." She complains, pouting and he chuckles as he pats her head and she immediately loses her frown.

"I got it, Morgan, I will do something why don't you return to your work?" He tells her, she looks a bit worried, but she is confident in her father, so she leaves. He then steps to his son who turns down looking guilty and he sighs as he pats his head too. He looks up, eyes tearing up as he breaks down,

"I am so sorry father. I wanted to stop her, but I- I alone couldn't be selfish."

He smiles, understandingly, as he pates him more, "It's ok Inigo I am not angry at you." He tears up more and hugs him as he buries his face in his neck and repeats his apologies. He rubs his back to show he doesn't mind and comforts him. After a minute or two, he lets go and takes a step back as he now looks confused, obviously not expecting Lucina to let it go so easily.

"Lucina?" He asks.

"Chrom stopped her and right now she is still in the clearing. I am sure she needs time after everything."

"Oh," He says, torn between going to comfort her or staying here with his father, who he had almost lost.

His father grins, "Why don't you go and talk to her. At times like these is when she needs someone who will support her. I have to go and talk to Chrom and all about tomorrow."

He lifts as he nods as he hugs him last time, "Thank you, father." And with that, he walks away. Robin sees him go then braces himself as he himself heads to war tent knowing a very angry Chrom is waiting for him there.

Inigo walks up to the clearing and sees her staring at the sunset, as she still clutches tightly onto the falchion and he knows she is still regretting it and thinking she should have done her duty, even though she chooses not to. He clears his throat to catch her attention, as she turns and meets his eyes. Her blue eyes swirling with guilt and pain as she looks back at him with a question, he knew she doesn't want to hear the answer to. He still draws goes closer as she loses her grip on the sword and looks down, so small so defeated he hasn't since her like this since she had lost her parents. He sighs and then stands in front of her,

"Lucina," he whispers gently, carefully, and she bites her lip as they quiver as she refuses to look up and he sighs again.

"Lucina." He tries again, a bit more sternly but his voice is still gentle and this time she slightly tilts her head, not meeting his eyes but at least now she was ready to listen to him rather than wallow in her own thoughts.

"None of us hate you. We all knew what you did was right, it was something we knew had to happen," She still doesn't move but he continues, "You were the exalt, you needed to keep all of us safe. Sacrifices needed to be made."

She glares at the ground, she always told herself that and yet she had given in her selfishness in the end anyway. His eyes drop as he understands, "But you are also you, the girl Lucina, who enjoyed studying magic from her godfather. Who loved and cared about her most favourite uncle? A girl who is so strong and yet gentle and kind. You are an exalt but you are also Lucina." He gently says, the words she didn't want to hear.

She feels the pain crashing in her heart as she looks up and starts hitting him on his chest as she glares at him. Why did he have to say it? Why did he have to say she was weak? Even though all her life she has tried to be strong, and yet it all failed and at the most important point her heart came rushing, rearing it's ugly head and taking away all the strength she had built for so many years.

"Inigo, I failed them, I failed everyone in our world. I was not supposed to, and yet I-" She almost screams, and he stares back hard unrelenting as he lets her punch him thrice and then stops her, because she was not holding back, and then takes her hand pulls it down, squeezing it as he tries to relax her.

"You didn't fail them. No one would hate you for the decision you made." He is staring, with stern faith as he says those words, and she almost flatters but stands again.

"No no, I did! What if the father dies after all, what is Grima rises again and then they all will-everyone will die again and this time no one will be left to save them. I was supposed to -" He tightens his hold on her hand as he cuts her off, no longer able to be patient as she keeps repeating the punishment on herself. He glares at her as he pulls her hand up and uses it to cover her mouth,

"They won't. We are here, we won't let them die again. That's what we came for in the past, to protect them and I know for sure we will do it. If it is us, we will do it." He whispers, lowly, as he tries hard to not get angry at her, she stares wide eyes, in shock and worry as he continues, "Lucina stop shouldering everything by yourself. You are not alone, you never were, and you never will be. I won't let it happen, we won't let it happen so for once trust us. No matter how scary, hard and crazy it will become, trust in your shepherds, trust in our parents." He says, almost pleading and her eyes burn slightly as she feels the guilt burn in her.

She was not trying to make them feel like that, she always did everything alone because she believed she was the crown princess, so it was her duty to do it. And yet, here was Inigo, his voice pleading, his eyes soft as they ask her something, she now realizes he has been asking for years, and here he is promising her something no one ever has, she never thought anyone would. She slowly reaches up with her other hand and removes their intertwined hands, and he lets her as he waits, hoping it will finally go through her thick skull. She closes her eyes and then opens, looking up to his light brown ones and tries to smile,

"I always thought as the crown princess it was my duty to shoulder it all alone but I guess I have been too stubborn, I….I still don't know if I can let it go but I," she flatters a bit but looking at him she knows it will be fine, "This time I wish to believe thigs will be different, that we will make things different."

He smiles, happy as he squeezes her hand and beams, "It will be different I know for sure."

She smiles a bit wider and hopes she will have the same faith as him. The silence falls on them as they both let their thoughts catch up and then she notices their hands a bit more consciously and flushes a bit as she takes a step back and wonders how she should get him to leave. He notices her blush and grins a bit as he let her hand go, albeit a bit slow to see her blush brighten and then takes a step back too as he looks at her and she knows he is waiting to see her take her first step again. And this time, she decided she won't take it without him.

She smiles at him and then turns, and glances back, and he gets it as his eyes widen and then lit up as he falls beside her and they both walk back to the camp.

She is standing in the temple, where her father had once died, where her father could die again. She clutches Falchion tightly and asks her own father to give her strength, for them to overcome this day. A few feet away both her father and Robin stands, talking as his father frowns but then nods, with a displeased and yet resolute face. She doesn't need to eavesdrop to know what Robin has asked of her father. Inigo is few feet away, is paired up with Severa as he practices his swings a bit and then says something to her as she blushes and then bites back something, it doesn't tether him though, he is used to Severa's prickliness. She looks beside her to mother, who smiles at her and then asks her if she is ready. She nods and she pats her head as she gives a confident smile and then takes her position.

The fight starts with them separated and by the time she cuts through the grimleal and comes in the front, her father has already fallen and she can hear the scream ringing in her as she falls to her legs, as he father lays in front of her. She feels herself breaking, her strength and hope breaking and just as she was to lose all of them away, Basilio comes in with loud booming voice and flying axes as he grins and wakes her up. The plan is revealed fast, way faster than she can catch up and before she knows her father and Robin are pushing past her as they rush for Validar once again and her legs follow them automatically. Before she realizes she is standing in front of the vile man and with no hesitation she pushes forward and stabs him in the heart, twists it, and pull it out roughly as she lets him fall and choke on his own blood as he losses his life. She feels a relief flood in her as she finally took the revenge she has wished for since the day she had lost her father. Everyone starts cheering as they think the end is here, she turns to a smile blooming but then her blood runs cold as bloody red eyes stare back at her and she remembers, because she has never forgotten, he was here.

Everything that happens after that makes them all numb their mind, but survival and adrenaline pump in them as they all escape and see the dragon resurrect and she feels her heart growing heavy as she stares at its massive, familiar figure,

And whispers, "Is my future never going to change?" No one answers her, instead, her father takes her hand and pulls her as they run, away from the dragon, away from their despair and away from their fate. They all run and before they realize they all have decided and headed to mount prims. She never puts down falchion and she sees none of the kids letting go of their weapons as their smiles get strained, and their eyes darken.

Robin was able to save the fire emblem, even under that destruction and now they have another chance as her father goes to call on Naga and they all stay back. She silently prays with her family that her father passes the trail, though she knows in her heart, if anyone will pass it, it will be him. He does but with new power comes another hard truth and she knows Robin's decision even before her father says anything, and when he lies, she doesn't hate him for it, because she understands, if someone does it is her. That night she finds Inigo dancing in the clearing near the camp and she just stares knowing, he needs this, right now and then a noise comes and she turns to see Morgan with her eyes bloodshot red as she walks up to her brother, hugging him, and asking him something no one can give her. He does hug her and promises her he will stay beside her, always. And then he looks at her, broken and yet strong and she knows he won't cry, yet. And when he does, she silently promises him, she will be there for him and with that, she walks away.

Olivia glares at him, for the very first time, as he walks in their tent and he knows, she doesn't believe him, and he smiles bitterly. She gets up, her eyes slightly tearing as she walks up to him but doesn't say anything, a minute passes as they stare in each other, and then she lets her tears fall and he feels his heartbreak.

"Do you have to?" She only asks and he knows she is not letting herself say anything because she is kind and loving like that and he only hates himself to make her go through all this. She should not have married a man like him.

"I am sorry." Is all he can say and she falls on him as she clutches to him, desperately, almost pleading but she doesn't say anything as she only hugs him tighter as if she is trying to burn everything in her memory. But he can't bring himself to hug her back. She, but looks up and then kisses him, fervently, desperately as she wraps her hands around his neck and he can't stop himself as he kisses her back too, with same fever and with same desperation as he wraps his hands around her figure and when she guides him to their cot, he doesn't stop her or himself, because really he still loves her.

Robin pushes Chrom away, he falls and stares at him in betrayal as he smiles sadly and then runs to his other self. He is down, groaning and glaring as he stares at him in confusion.

"For once I am glad you and I are the same." He says almost biting and sarcastic as he chants his spell, the familiar flame of Ignis lighting up in him, and he chuckles silently, it took him so long to realize where Ignis' flames came from.

"Now I can give my life to protect my loved ones," he says, glad and regretful and recognition lights in the red eyes and he glares as he tries to stand up but the cuts from falchion don't heal and burn.

"You won't dare!" he shouts but he scoffs, where does he even get that idea, what a fool, even though he is supposed to be a god.

"I would and I will. The evils you would visit on this world are unthinkable... In some way, I—we share the blame. It's only right we meet our end together!" He screams as he runs, thoron sparking in his hand and he laughs sarcastically as the dragon finally feels fear.

"No!" He screams but he will never stop, even when he heard Chrom scream, he strikes him in his heart and he grunts as he falls back and then, his chest burns too, and he feels his step falter. Grima curses and screams and he can hear everyone screaming and running toward them. And then his children shout, crying, and he feels his heartbreak but then he notices Grima's face softening, as he looks behind him,

"I am sorry Inigo, Morgan." He whispers, almost regretfully, almost lovingly and then turns to dust as he vanishes. He falls now, slowly his body is going to cold, but he wills himself to tun and they tackle him as all of his family hug him tightly, not wanting to let go as they cry and beg him to stay and he smiles, his heart bursting in happiness and pain as he smiles. He knows it's wrong to think this, but he thinks he is a very lucky man to have such a loving family, who loves a man like him so much even till the bitter end. He looks down at them and tries to hug them, but his hands are fading,

"Thank you, Olivia, for everything, for giving me such a loving family and I am sorry I was so selfish, please just promise me you will find happiness." His wife shakes her head and he smiles bitterly, she was so stubborn.

"Inigo, I love you and will always look after you. Become the best dancer ever and look after your mom and Morgan ok?" His son nods fervently as he cries and he smiles sadly, he finally saw his son cry so openly.

"Morgan, look at me," she does, "I love you and will always love you and I know for sure you will become a taction, greater than me and a dancer beautiful like your mother. Be happy, love." He says, and she breaks down as she cries harder, he can't wipe her tears away anymore.

He turns to his best friend, his saviour as he looks at him with desperation and pain and he smiles back apologetic, he coughs and then whispers, "Thank you, Chrom. For...everything... Tell the others...my last thoughts were of them."

He is tuning dust and he knows it's goodbye, but he doesn't want to say goodbye, he wants them to hope but accept the inevitable too,

"May we meet again, in a better life." He says, smiles and turns to dust.

Lucina feels her own tears falling as she closes her eyes and stares at the sun coming up. The rise of Dawn was painted with red of sacrifice.

(But with pain, happiness comes too.)

"Hey Chrom, do you think it will okay?" A maiden asks worriedly.

"It might not be," A king says playfully.

"No," the maiden pouts.

A man wakes up. They notice.

"You woke up?" The king asks, kindly and happy,

"You ok?" The maiden asks, chuckling and eyes softening.

"If you take naps at such a place you will catch a cold." The king chides grinning, and then puts his hand out, "Can you stand?"

The man takes his hand, his own pale and plain. And he stands up and smiles and they both tear up.

"Welcome back, it is over now." The king says and the man feels his heart loosen and finally lets last of his fears go.

Robin, High Deliverer & Olivia, Shrinking Violet.

Many wrote of Robin's legendary exploits, but accounts of his origins and character varied. Scholars, poets, and bards agreed on one thing alone — he loved his wife, and his family, above all else.

A/N - Godz this was another one shot, unplanned but came out so good I can't believe myself. I wrote this while I was procrastinating on my assignments. I always thought the whole last judgement scene was lacklustre when Robin was not Lucina's mother or husband. It didn't sit right with me. I mean if Robin doesn't marry Chrom or Lucina, he/she marries someone else and they have children/ or a child and a family, in the scene they don't at all address this issue I mean I know it is for the case if by any chance they are still single but still it just feels too bland that way. So, I wrote this. I choose male Robin because other than Morgan he can be the father or the other kids and I headcanon they are aware that Lucina is going to kill the person who kills Chrom and that person is most likely Robin. Morgan I don't believe knows this because they lost their memories so that is why I chose male Robin rather than female. I believe though this scene can be applied to both of them.

And you might have noticed I changed the lines quite a bit and added some in. The whole last message was my addition but certain bits like 'why are u smiling kindly at...' was taken from the jap version of this scene. I read the translations for this scene, for mother/daughter version on youtube. And let me tell you it is 10x better than eng version it doesn't make Lucina's whole decision sound some over the protective daughter who is choosing her father over her mother. I love this scene in eng also but I love it more in Japanese. Though not the same version I am sure the more generic bits will remain same so I am sure you can apply it to this version too. Well, that's all for me.

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