#get immediatly broken back down

[wayfayrr]

I hope life eases up soon man, take care of yourself

Thanks mate <3

stuff's starting to gradually get better now, actually let myself feel feelings after bottling them till it popped

just kinda turns out that throwing yourself into something so you're numb to the other things can really burn you out :') So I'm trying to find motivation to write and answer asks again, I'm hoping it'll be soon but idk atp

[thinkwosolife23]

I Can't Watch, Beth Mead

Y/N Mead. Beth Mead. A boxer. A footballer. But over anything else she was your wife.

You had just finished your last training session before the biggest fight of your life. Tommorow, you would step in the ring with the current Women's Undisputed World Champion. Savannah Marshall. Being the number 1 contender, tommorow you had the chance to become the world champion.

But for now, you just wanted to be at home, to be with Beth. So when you pulled into the driveway of yours and Beths home, it was the first time today that you had felt able to relax.

"Lover, I'm home!" The sound of your voice echoed throughout you home as you walked through the door, throwing your keys on the side before pulling your trainers off.

"I'm in the livingroom." Beth spoke back to you. You made your way towards your livingroom to where Beth was laying on the sofa watching something on the telly. She looked up towards you as you walked over and kissed her forehead before quickly pecking her lips.

"I've missed you," she said whilst you were walking back to the kitchen to grab a drink.

"I missed you too, today has felt so long." you told her as you jumped up to sit on your kitchen side.

Beth seemed to notice the tiredness in your voice and followed you to where you were sat, placing herself inbetween you legs, arms going around your mid section as yours rested over her shoulders. You being the taller out of the two of you, her head rested perfectly on your chest as yours slowly rested on top of hers.

"Bad training session?" She questioned you as if it was expected. "Nah, not really, Just the usual plus more. My trainers kept going over all the analysis and boring stuff. It just reminded me of all the pressure that's on me for the fight, the fact that i'm going into it as the challenger and should come out of it as the champion. It's just getting a lot now." You replied whilst Beth tucked her hands under the back of your hoodie, slightly scratching your bare back, doing the things she knows calms you down.

"Babe, you just need to trust yourself cause everyone else does, your so capable of winning this fight. And you've worked so hard for it." Beth responded back to you. But Beth herself couldm't tell you that your fight had been a constant thought in her mind over the last couple of weeks. Her thoughts constantly jumping to the worst conclusions. Broken nose, broken ribs, concussion. The potential that you could be knocked out, the view she had of your body splayed out on the canvas, not moving. After all that, her biggest worry was your mental health. She had seen how a loss affects you, she had first hand seen you shut yourself off from everyone, from her. She couldn't tell you that sometimes she wished you weren't a boxer.

You were in one anothers prescence for another 5 minutes, completly content with the comfort your wife was giving, always knowing exactly what you needed.

"I've got you, and that's all I need." You spoke, reminding her and you that she was your motivation: she was always your motivation.

Beth seemed to tense up when you said that, her body wanting to pull away from you. You pulled away from her, glancing at her face trying to find a reason for her sudden discomfort.

"What's wrong, love?" You questioned worringly. Her eyes refusing to meet yours as you jumped off the counter, standing in front of her, taking her hands in your own.

"I'm not coming." She spoke softly, the volume of her voice almost too quiet to even here.

You dropped her hands from you own. Your own hand going to your wedding ring, trying to calm yourself down and stop yourslef from getting angry.

"What do you mean your not coming?" The sadness and anger immediatly noticable within your voice.

"I can't watch it, Y/N. I can't watch you put yourself through that amount of pain. I can't be there when something bad happens to you. Everytime you step into that ring, I dread that you might get knocked down and you won't get back up."

Beth was crying by this point, the tears evidnent by looking at her face. You could feel yourself getting angrier, your nails digging into your palms where your fists were clenched.

"So, what? Me facing it on my own makes it easier for you. As long as it's easier for you, that's alright" Your voice raised as you spoke, you started pacing throughout yours and Beths shared kitchen.

"Did it not matter to you that I was there when you tore your ACL, that I was there waiting whilst you were having your surgery. I was there throughout your whole recovery doing everything I could to make it easier for you, to help you get through the process. God Beth! Did it mean nothing to you that I was there for you when your mum passed away." Your voice significantly quieter this time, the emotions were still evident within every word you spoke.

"That's not fair!" Beth snapped back. Her head coming up from it's dropped position, her eyes following you as you paced backwards and fowards.

"No! What's not fair is you telling me the night before the biggest fight of my life that you aren't coming. For better, for worse, in sickness and in health. You made them promises, you know when you married me. So much for being my wife."

The tears now fluent on yours and Beths face as you took your ring off and placed it on the side before going back to put your trainers on.

"Y/N, where you going?" Beth spoke as she watched you gather your things and grab your keys.

"Like you care!" And with that the front door was slammed shut. You quickly made your way into your car, no idea where you were going to go.

After 10 minutes, you eventually decided to message Alex (Scott). Funnily enough, she was the one who introduced you and beth to one another. Both her and Leah had become two of your closest friends.

Message: Alex x

Hey Alex, sorry for the late message. Me and Beth have had an arguement, am I alright to stay at yours tonight. Xx (08:37pm)

Hi Y/N, don't worry about messaging me. Course you can stay tonight. Drive safe, yeah Xx (08:42pm)

As soon as Alex had replied, you made the short drive to her house.

After getting there, you sat with Alex explaining everything that had happened between you and Beth not even an hour ago. All of your emotions soon flooded out and after a couple of hours of conversating with her, you both decided that it was best that you went and tried to get some sleep.

The next day…

You spent hours tossing and turning last night, your body clearly not liking the unfamiliarity of sleeping without your wife beside you. However, you did still manage to get an adequate amount of sleep.

You woke up to your phone ringing, flashing and just making a stupid amount of noise.

Notifications: Lover 😍❤️ 5 missed calls, 3 unread messages

Messages: Lover 😍❤️

I'm worried about you, can you please just let me know that your okay xx (yesterday, 11:20pm)

I'm sorry, please just come home xx (09:30am)

I love you xx (09:32am)

Your mind didn't even want to think about Beth, or anything that was said last night to be honest. You had to be in the right frame of mind today. The fight wasn't due to start until 08:30 tonight, but you were expected at the venue by 5pm.

Fight day rituals soon came around. Usually, it would be going on a walk with Beth, but today Alex had offered to go with you, the invite also extended to Leah who was straight round.

The rest of the day constisted of Alex and Leah trying their best to distract you from both the fight and Beth.

But all of it started to hit you by the time you were in all of your fighting gear, having your hands wrapped and going through some final combinations on the pads with your trainer.

You were quickly dragged out of your thoughts when one of the staff told you that someone was at the door wanting to see you. You walked towards your door and opened it to find that it was your wife stood there.

You were shocked but your face was tense and showed minimal emotion to her stood there. You turned around and went back to where you were originally sat, waiting for someone to put your gloves on. You glanced up to where Beth was stood, her body still fixed in the spot it was when you had opened the door, but her eyes were yet to leave yours.

"I want you all out." You motioned to everyone who was stood in the room.

"All of us?" One of your trainers relayed back to you.

"Yeah, all of you. I want some time with my wife. In private!" Beth eyes immediatly lit up at what you had just said. Everyone quickly dispersing out of the room, Beth soon walking in closing the door behind her.

Your eyes intensly watching her as she walked over to where you were sat. She picked your gloves up, gesturing to you to put your hand out so she could put your glove on.

"What are you doing here, Beth?" You questioned quietly, not needing another arguement before going out to fight.

"I might have had a bit of a telling off in training today by the girls. Even Jonas had a word with me."

"Good." Your response almost sarcastic.

"I am really sorry, Y/N. Your my wife, i'm meant to support you, be there for you. Through the good times and the bad. I went back on the promises that I made to you and I should've never done that." She said whilst she finished putting your gloves on.

"Come here, you soppy sod." You opened your arms to her, which she soon took advantage of. Wrapping her arms around your neck, yours going around her waist as you rested your head on her stomach.

Both staying like that until someone came in to let you know that it was nearly time for you to walk out.

You looked up at Beth, signifying that it was time for you and her to go. Her hands quickly coming up to your face, her fingers tracing over all of your features before her hands stayed rested on each side of your face. Both of you soon leaning in, your lips locking with hers. She pulled away after a few seconds but making sure here forehead rested against yours, the fear soon showing evident on her face.

"I'll be okay, y'know." You said trying to give your wife some form of reassurance.

"I love you." She said, knowing that it was the only thing you needed to hear.

"I love you." Your words indentical to hers. You stood up giving her one final kiss, "My beautiful girl."

One of the security guards came to take Beth to where she was sat as you were took in another direction.

Nothing will ever be able to describe the feeling of walking out to a full O2 arena, knowing that people are there for your main event. The second you were in people's view; the confident, almost cocky persona was on show. No fear was shown by your face or by your body language. You waited in the ring as your opponent walks out. Your eyes not on her at the minute though, they were trying to find Beth who was sat in the front row with her Arsenal teamates.

But now, your focus shifted. You had to be focus on this fight: not only were you in for the hardest physical battle of your life but you knew that this was a mental game aswell. Your opponent making it known by making a point of walking past Beth and holding her title up before stepping into the ring.

Once you were both in the ring, the spokesperson began introducing both fighters. Also, going over all the rules and stipulations of the match.

10 rounds. 2 minutes each. No headgear. Disqualification for either fighter for any low blows.

You bumped gloves before going back to your corner so the fight could begin.

The first few rounds showed the level of intenstity that this match held. Neither fighter backing down. You took some hard blows but so did she.

Round 6. That was when the balance of the fight took a complete shift. She was showing why she was the current champion. You were taking blow after blow from her, but you still managed to hold your own for a while. It was only when she had managed to land a combination that had took so many fighters out in the past.

She landed a harsh left hook to your ribs forcing you to hunch over in pain; her right hand then punched you square in the face sending straight to the canvas.

Immediately, you felt the pain of the punches you had took and then you felt the blood running down your face, you managed to roll yourself on the side so you didn't swallow any blood. Your eyes looked foward to find that Beth was directly in your eyeline, her eyes glued to your bloody state.

She was trying to figure out if you were able to carry on. Everyone could see that you were trying to get up. You were now on your knees, trying to muster up the energy to stand. But the referess count was already at 6. You were still looking at Beth, trying to use her as motivation and when she mouthed, 'I love you,' that was all you needed.

All of a sudden you were up and ready with a new founded energy.

Round 7: the momentum was all yours. She was getting tired and you knew you had to use that to your advantage. She had slightly dropped her guard and this was you chance to finish it.

Your left hand connected with the side of her head knocking her off balance before your right hand uppercut landed cleanly on her jaw.

She was down and with that the referee started his count.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

You'd done it. You had won. You were the world champion. You dropped to your kneew in disbelief, eyes full of tears that you had actually done it.

The crowd were full of cheering fans and the ring, by now, was filled with people. You stood back up and made your way over to the former champion. You gave each other a hug and spoke of the admiration and respect you held for each other.

The referee and spokesperson brought you too the middle of the ring: announcing that you were the new Women's Undisputed World Champion and gave you your belt.

But now all you wanted was to find was person. You got out of the ring walking round to where she was. Her eyes were filled with tears and it only made it worse when she seen you coming over.

When you got to her you put your belt over her shoulder before she jumped on you, wrapping her arms around your neck and her legs wrapped around your waist.

"I'm so so proud of you, baby. My wife. My world champion." She said to you as you slowly put her back on the ground before attaching your lips to hers causing the whole arena to arrupt again.

You did it, you were now the World Champion. But nothing came over Beth, you knew that everyday you had her by your side and that was someting no trophy or title would ever beat.

After all… you were

Y/N Mead. Beth Mead. A boxer. A footballer. But over anything she was your wife.

[dullgecko]

After each Bad Kid's funeral, the remaining Bad Kids go to Basrar's to reminisce and tell stories. Basrar also decides to name each of the Bad Kid's usual order after the respective Bad Kid. They always make sure there is space for those who could not be there.

(It is really sad to think about how Riz would not attend any and how Gorgug would only attend one. At least the deceased could also have a gathering on the other side)

(Study Goblin AU)

There wasn't much reminising after Riz's funeral, everyone was still to blindsided by what he'd done so they were just sitting there in silence not sure what to do with themselves. The tension had been broken when the Djinn had come over with their orders (they hadn't actually placed any yet but they'd been coming here since highschool so he knew what they wanted off by heart) and had handed off each of their desserts and there was one left over, Basrar asking if he should take it back to the freezers while they waited for the goblin to arrive.

Fabian had made a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a sob while Adaine had just taken the dessert silently and placed it in front of Riz's empty chair. Gorgug being the one who had to delicatly explain that Riz wouldn't be joining them since they'd just come from his funeral. The ice cream ended up being on the house (because honestly who would charge them for it after a social blunder like that) and he'd packed up a little insulated container of Riz's normal order for them to take home with them. Asking them to leave it at the goblins memorial on the way home.

It was out of their way but they dutifully obliged, placing it on the marble plinth (just a plain cube at this point with his name) before moving to leave. The container disappeared almost immediatly after being set down making the entire party jump, a small silvery feather left in its place. An indication that maybe Riz hadn't been quite as destroyed as they thought, now they just had to work out a way to get him back.

[cxr0lo1]

the animal is trapped. III

" the stash is gone!" carol spat out before kicking the shelve once again.her face was red i could almost feel the heat of anger coming out of her body " carol calm down, we need to be strategic" frieda groaned as i just stood there in complete shock " no what we need to do is teach those d block bitches a lesson! show them they cant fuck with us." carol curled her upper lip slightly before she glanced at me than shot her eyes back to frieda the second she said " agreed, but shoot a deer in the gut, you wind up chasing it down for days. shoot it in the heart? you're eating venison by dinner." i saw carol pause before chuckling and grinning " frieda, meeting you was the luckiest day i had since i found that fifty dollar bill on the bathroom floor of dairy queen." carol left as frieda stood there with a slight mischievous smirk on her face. i dont know but i had a gut feeling that frieda was lying about something but i couldn't figure what it was.

a day has passed since that happened and it was the kickball game today. i was standing a bit far from the field watching d block playing but i took a look at barbara, it was my first time seeing her and honestly i was a bit impressed with how tall she was, that would explain why carol is also tall. my eyes drifted to carol seeing her smoke and look around, probably searching for frieda since from what i know carol and frieda were planning an attack on d block but i didnt wanna be in it or in the kickball game so i just stood there watching from afar. i dont know if it was carol or im the problem but watching carol smoking while shes clearly pissed made my heart flatter.i was drifting away with my thoughts until i heard carol yell while holding a shiv up.before i knew it i saw c block running over barb and her block to attack them and jesus i was honestly glad i stayed out of this. a loud groan left my mouth when a girl from d block landed a punch to my stomach which made me hold my stoamch and quickly turn to her " fuck off you little shit! fucking hell" i spat out before punching her straight on the nose as i scoff before walking inside. stopping my tracks when i hear carol yelling " frieda!!" i turned around before shaking my head and walking back to the cell.

30 minutes has passed as i was just sitting on the top bunk with my whole thoughts running around carol. what if she got sent to shu? what if she was hurt or worse, maybe even dead. fuck i should've stayed out there with them. i look up quickly the second i saw carol walk in with her face red and her hands in fists shaking to her sides from anger "carol?..whats happened out there are you alright?" i furrow my brows as carol just ignored me and sat on her bunk. i was gonna ask again until i heard carol growl and yell at the same time as she threw her glasses across the cell. i quickly climbed down the bunk before grabbing her glasses and checking if they were broken as i look back at carol who seemed like had..tears? in her eyes, i kneeled down in front of her with a concered face " whats going?..and where is frieda?" i questioned as carol quickly looked at me with her jaw clenched " it was frieda! she fucking sold me,she ratted on me and i got 30 years added to my sentance while shes being fucking transfered to minimum!" carol spat out as my eyes widened a bit,carol arched her neck as she squeezed her eyes to hopefully hold back her tears but instead i saw her tear rolling down her cheek. i felt my heart aching as i immediatly sat next to her and pulled her into my arms "dont fucking touch me." she growled but instead i tightened my arms around her. "stop fighting care..just let it go" i said as she tried to get off my grip until i felt her stop all of a sudden i felt her body shaking, i look down at her head that was hidden in my shoulder. she was crying on my shoulder, all i could do was hold her while rubbing her back gently since i didnt know what to do. this is my first time seeing carol or even show any emotion rather than anger and disgust, it was even more surprising to me when she was crying in front of me i could tell she reached her breaking point the second she started sobbing on my shoulder while trying her best to stay quiet. " i promise..we're show her carol,gonna show her that she cant mess with you. i'll do whatever it takes." i whispered while rubbing her back. i didnt get a response instead i felt her squeeze my waist a little while shes beggining to calm down slowly, she pulled away as she wiped her tears immeditaly and got up making her way out the cell.i just sat there with a small frown on my face

frieda clearly broke her,they seemed so close and everyone here could see how close they were i dont how it was so easy for frieda to betray carol when shes the only one that carol trusted with her whole life and at the end she just betrays her so she can go to minimum. i let out a sigh as after 10 minutes of thinking i finally got up and made my way to the bathroom,stripping off my clothes as there was a bruise on my waist from the left due to that bitch in d block that punched me. i got under the shower with my eyes shutting when the warm water finally hit my skin, i needed to clear my mind from everything that happened today.

i gasp when someone pinned my shoulders to the wall as i quickly cover my body with my hands when i saw carol "whatever that happened back there, you forget it and pretend that it never fucking happened via." carol said with her jaw clenched as i sigh before nodding my head slowly "what even are you talking about?" i hum with my brows raised as carol nodded with a sneer " good." she pulled away as her eyes drifted down to my bare boobs when i put my arms down but i quickly put my arm over my boobs again,hearing her scoff before she left the bathroom.

********** 4 hours later **********

i havent seen carol play bridge today at all, she barely even left the cell she only stayed laid on her bunk with a magazine in her hand. not even the guards tried to bother her because like i mentioned everyone is afraid of her.tho honestly now that im in the same cell with her i dont find her scary,maybe sometimes when shes mad or pissed but other than that shes not really scary to me. i sighed as i walked back to the cell from the library with a bag in my hand,like i expected carol was laying on her bunk with an arm resting behind her head and her eyes glued to the magazine in her head. i left two knocks on the metal part of the bunk to get her attention as she just shot me a glare then looked baco at the magazine before saying "what?." i pursed my lips a bit before getting closer as i hand her the plastic bag that had a few jawbreakers and lollipops "here..im not used to seeing you without a jawbreaker or lollipop in your mouth" i said giving her a small smile as she raised her brows and sat up after putting the magazine aside

"aww..and you know i have a sweet tooth" she said sarcastically before reaching her hand inside the bag to grab a jawbreaker that soon found its way in her mouth "youre welcome?" i said with a raised brow as she just shot me another glare which made me press my lips togather and nod "alright nevermind then" i saw her smile so slightly,it was barely there but i swear i could see her smile somehow "oh and also..the girls are waiting for you to play bridge with them" i said as i peek my head out the cell to see them sitting at the table that carol always sits us, she nodded while sucking on her jawbreaker as she got up and walked outside making her way towards them.

after 15 minutes of just reading a stupid book i finally made my way out the cell and glances at carol with a small smile, i dont know why but it was good seeing carol playing bridge and boss around again.i sat with alex and piper again as piper said "okay what the actual fuck navia?" i furrow my brows as i look at her with my face full of questionmarks until i saw laugh probably at how confused i look " whats going on between you and carol? we barely saw you these two days and whenever we do see you you'd be in the cell with carol or library,oh my god.." she gasped as she leaned forward "are you two fucking?" i widen my eyes quickly shaking my head " no what the fuck! im just tryna help her forget what frieda do and also i've been thinking about how i could possibly hurt frieda like how she hurt carol but again frieda isnt even here anymore " i huff as i rest my chin on my palm "wait so yall good? like yall have a normal relationship?" i look at alex with a "seriously?" face expression as i tilt my head "yeah because i actually try to have a convorsation with her instead of being scared, imma have to be around her for 25 years yall expect me to be scared and not talk to her for all these years?" i said while sucking on a lollipop that was in my mouth as alex pursed her lips and shrugged "she has a point" i smile and nod before glancing at her "shes not even bad,you would get it if you were in the same cell" i said as she glanced at her as i quickly look away.

i spent about 15 minutes just yapping about random things with them until i got up to go to the cell and grab another lollipop. i walked out as she second i began walking back to them i stopped when i heard carol call out for me " hey via." i turned to look at her as i raise my brows " yeah?" i clear my throat as her eyes were focused on the cards in her hands " you ever played bridge before?" i parted my lips as i shook my head when she looked at me " no i find it a bit complicated" i shrug as she raised her brows before shooting a glare to the girl next to her who immeditally understood and got up, carol looked at me as she gastured her head to the spot next to her "come on,i'll teach ya." i look at piper and alex before nodding and sitting next to her leaving a small space between us, she showed me her cards while explaining the whole game to me " you just have to follow suit to the card led,basically play a card of the same suit. if you cant then you can use a trick" she spent about 10 minutes teaching me which i surprisingly understood,she shuffled all the cards before gesturing to the seat in front of here "go on..lets have a game of practice for you" i nodded and quickly sat there i played about 3 games with her which i won one and lost two "eh.. you're not so bad kid" she said with raised brows as a small smile formed on my lips "you're a good teacher,what can i say" i chuckle as i look at my cards "great,youre gonna be my new partner. gonna play bridge with me everyday." i nodded as i noticed her staring me again with that very small smile that anyone could barely see but again i swear it was still there.

later at night i was standing inside the cell while taking off my jumpsuit so i can put on that stupid but surprisngly comfortable sleeping clothes since i couldnt say it was a pajama " woah giving me a strip show?" i heard carol say while she sat on her bottom bunk as i roll my eyes with a small smile on my face " fuck off" i heard her chuckle as i felt my heart warming up a little when i saw her smirk, it wasnt mischevious so it made me grin a bit. i climbed onto the top bunk before laying down until i saw carol's head suddenly pop up in front of me which made me flinch a bit " hey..want one?" she raised her brow while holding a cigarette as i shook my head "i dont smoke and how did you even get a cigarette.." i raised a brow as she sneered and shrugged "y'know i have my ways..i can get whatever i want here" she chuckled and laid back down,i roll my eyes playfully before shutting my eyes " yeah yeah obviously..goodnight carol." i said as i curl up on the bunk as i heard no response from her except from the smell of the smoke. i ended up falling asleep after a few minutes of just thinking about how carol was actually being a bit sweet and a little gentle with me now.

i woke up due a magazine being thrown at me, i groan and sit up while holding my head as i look at carol "what? rather being yelled at by ginger or woken up due to a magazine hitting your head?" i roll my eyes before rubbing my eyes " you seriously asking me this?" she shrugged with a smirk as she walked out the cell which i also did to go to the bathroom. i stripped off my clothes to take a shower and brush my teeth,when i walked with a towel wrapped around my body i found carol standing by the sink while brushing her teeth as she looked at me before looking at my half exposed tits i roll my eyes before standing next to her as i brush my own teeth "so you gonna let me explore them?" she said as i raise my brows "thought you werent a dyke now you wanna explore my boobs?" she shrugged with a sneer before she left the bathroom.

i made my way to the cell after putting my jumpsuit back on while drying my hair with a towel. i pop a lollipop into my mouth until i felt someone suddenly pull ity out my mouth,the second i saw carol in front of me my brows raised a bit when she put it inside her own mouth mot even bothered that it was already in mine "i gave you a bagfull and yet you still decided to take that one?" i huff as she backed me up onto the wall " you got a problem with that?" i frown slightly before shaking my head a bit "well i mean it was my lollipop but whatever" she chuckled and leaned closer before she grabbed my chin "cmon..dont be such a fucking baby over a lollipop,you want it?" she pouted mockingly while holding the lollipop in front of me which caused me to roll my eyes " okay you know what..just fuck off" i huffed until she held my jaw and curled her upper lip a bit, i waited for her to say something as she looked down at my lips.the second i was gonna push her away i froze in my lips when she pressed her lips on mine.my heart started beating rapidly as her free hand squeezed my hip with her kiss getting a bit deeper when she saw no response from me. my breath hitched a bit as i wrap an arm around her neck before tilting my head slightly. the second i retuned the kiss she pulled away before whispering into my ear "whenever you think of talking to me like that again,remember this." she pulled away with a scoff as she walked out the cell leaving me speechless with a red face.

[wolfiethedestorur]

If you're still taking free commissions for LU

How about 2ind big brkthering all the chain (maybe it even embarasses some of them how the youngest is being the big brother)

(may I give you- wind trying to teach wild his grandmas recipe for twilight while he’s sick? I feel like everyone would just flip tf out every time twilight is sick now, so here’s this)

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“he’s really not that bad,” time assured the two. “No need for those potions, put them away.” He said to warriors, who discreetly and awkwardly put the potions he had out away.

“well, you two will be alright while we’re away- yeah?” Time asked, as he opened the door to walk out, Ushering everyone to follow.

“I’m not even *that* sick.” Twilight complained, and wind put his hands on his hips. “Go lay back down! Imma make wild whip you up something GOOD!” He had a proud smirk on his face, twilight looked done. “Ah.. ok..” twilight walked over and flopped on the couch- wind scrambled into the kitchen excitedly, his nerves all hyped up since he got to boss someone around. “wild! Wild-“ wind called. “Twilight just told me he really-really-really wants soup!” He said excitedly, you could hear twilights voice in the back

“No I didn’t…”

wild pointed the wooden spoon at wind in recognition, “yeah, uh- chicken noodle soup on its way.” Wild said, grabbing a can. “CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP? Are you some lazy little rat? You don’t cook that! I’ve got the best recipe..” wind then ran upstairs.

wild sighed, he could hear wind running around all upstairs- and downstairs.

“here! Grammas recipe-“ wild tried to calmly reach over and take it, but wind pulled back- pressing the small piece of paper over his chest protectively “no! Only I can know it. You just.. follow my instructions.” Wind said, a sly smirk on his face

“fine, fine.. at least tell me the ingredients” wild sighed. Wind was stupid- even if he was just telling wild the recipe, he could still remember.. why didn’t he just give him the paper???

wind looked a bit hesitant to share, as if he just realized that fact. “Ok. Uhm.. 2 carrots, one whole potato, and steak meat.” Wind instructed. wild casually pulled the food out his pocket. “put them in the broth, and boil the pot.” Wind had his own little wooden in spoon in hand. “you wanna help cook?” Wild smiled at him kindly

“No, this is for whacking you.” Wind whacked him

“I-OW!” Wild rubbed his shoulder where wind whacked him, “asshole! Why can I never do anything nice for you-“ wild huffed, wind looked very proud of himself

Wild began to stir the soup, his focus locking in and then his focus being immediatly broken as wind whacked him again. “Counterclockwise!” He demanded. “This IS counterclockwise.” Wild got onto him.

wind raised the wooden spoon and started to chase him, the two ran about the house quickly. “Stop chasing me with that stupid spoon!” Wild hissed, as wind ran to try and whack him. “no!”

after a while of them being super loud, twilight came up to both of them as they sword-fight with the wooden spoon.

he grabbed both spoons. “My head hurts, I’m confiscating these.” Twilight said, and then walked away.

it left the two alone for a while, wind looked down at his feet with embarrassment- as did wild.

“I’m sorry for hitting you with a wooden spoon.. multiple times” wind apologized, wild shook his head. “It’s alright sailor. I’m sorry we didn’t get to cook your grandmas soup for twi” the two were acting mature for once..

“oh, that wasn’t really my grandmas recipe.” Wind smirked as he revealed that little secret. “You’ll never know it.”

“…you little shit-“

[nettlesketches]

After seeing your recent Hatless update a thought came to me. I know it's definitely not gonna happen in your AU but amuse yourself with this possible scenario please. (your also free to delete)

I know that I am one of the very few people who believes that Ingo's restlessness over his identity and past outgrow his sense of duty as a Warden and after stepping down as one he begins travelling the world for his past (given a scenario where he never got too close with protag and they left at some point)

He travels around and possibly meets other ancestors of people he once knew in Unova. Also I totally want him to see a train again. He'd be over the moon and back when he sees one "for the first time"

Then at one point he arrives in Lumiose City. He's heard about the rebuilding project and is also curious to check if he finds any leads to his past. Eventually him and your Emmet bump into each other.

I just think its funny to imagine both getting yeeted into the past and by sheer luck reunite again! How much Ingo remembers at this point is up to anyones thoughts but I do believe when he sees Emmet he immediatly recognizes him as the most important person of his previous life. The person he talked battle tactics with. The person saying "I like winning more than anything else" (which Emmet will say is wrong, its his brother Ingo he likes more than anything else)

just a cute made up scenario for your au. As already mentioned I know its not gonna happen but I still wanted to share this lil thought with you because maybe you do enjoy the idea.

either way thank you for your amazing works and keep up the good work!

thank you so much for your words anon!!

Hell yes to Ingo’s sense of restlessness- I headcanon that he picks up a lot of hobbies (drawing, journaling, woodcarving) as a way to keep himself from obsessing too much over his lost memories.

His connection to his brother is too strong to be fully broken- he has to keep his mind busy or his thoughts begin to spiral on who or what the “smiling man dressed in white” is/was. I could definitely see it interfering with his duty as Warden (poor ingo can never catch a break!)

[redxixi]

Ok hear me out. The reader is a new teacher at UA and tries getting on all the teachers good side but aizawa is so good at keeping his emotions hidden she doesn’t know if he likes her. After the training camp incident they move into dorms and she lives with aizawa but they have seperate rooms to sleep in but everything else is shared. And during this time Aizawa “hating” her more as he always lectures her and gets mad at her so she’s convinced he practically hates her. She ends up hating him too cause he starts making her do more work. He ends up training her and she hates him even more since he wasn’t going easy and just gave her bruises or something. Then one day she was in the lounge room for their shared dorm area and she was doing something and aizawa helps her do it and BAM. she develops a crush and…. (Add ur own ending and twists because I know I’ll love it 💕💗) (also sorry this is long)

AHHAHDWJ ANON weird way or proposing but i accept. litterly AMZING. I did make this pure fluff tho so i hope you like this<3

`♧ : aizawa x reader

`♤ warnings : fluff, some unholy thoughts, some broken shi

~ summary : aizawa never hated you and he showed that when you got physically hurt.

as a new teacher in the best hero school you had to make sure to work extra hard and be friendly to everyone. aizawa made that difficult, whenever you would aproach him he would act cold towards you and lately he has been lecturing me for the dumbest mistakes, whats worse is that you live with him in the dorms. he had a problem with everything and it was suffocating. you couldn't stand him anymore, so how did it lead to this.

you were out with the class on the training grounds, training them to learn how to control their quirks better. aizawa obviously had to also be there because he "couldn't trust that you would do this task effectifely". seriously, i mean ofcourse you were new but why'd he have to be such an asshole.

aizawa on the other hands couldn't stop daydreaming about you bouncing up and down on his cock, making you scream his name, telling you love him. honestly he had a crush on you the day he saw you, he was just bad at expressing his feelings and that to you now hating him. couped up in his own thoughts he failed to see the incoming ice bolder todoroki made, but luckyly for him he had fast reflexes and jumped out the way. you were not as lucky.

"AAAH FUCK"

you yelled and he immediatly turned his head to you. you did manage to jump out of the way but you did it late causing you to make a horrible landing resulting to you spraining your ankle hard. immedialty aizawa and the other kids rush to your side.

"Y/N SENSEI are you okaay. im so so sorry for my mistake"

shoto was apoligizing frantically and bowin his head.

"n..no no i should have moved FUCK but its fine. i'll just go to the infirmary and they can fix me right up"

you said smiling trying not to cry. you feel aizawa looking at you so you looked back to him. he wrapped his hands around your waist and under your legs, caushing him to carry you bridal style.

"you kids go back training session is off today. i'll take Y/N sensei to the infirmary"

everyone was devistated but they did as they were told.

"what are you doing. you can put me down i can do this shit by myself"

you said in a snarky tone.

"shut it. im supposed to be supervising you so your my responsibility got it"

several days later you were still on bed rest. you were lounging in the living room of your dorm room and lets say things are different. after that day aizawa has been taking care of you, he makes you breakfast, lunch, dinner, he even reminds you to drink your meds. it was kind of him. he even gets your flowers everyday, he thinks you dont notice when he brings in fresh flowers and puts them in a vase. it made you smile seeing him like this.

he helps you with everything, he was sweet. you open your eyes to see the scorching sunlight. when you turned your head he was there, sleeping, sitting on the couch with you. you had your book in your head and you couldn't believe you fell asleep on his head. you were beat red. luckily he was still asleep but god he looked perfect sleeping, his hair was loose so there were a few strands on his head.

"this is nice"

you say soflty. you didn't want this moment to end. yes he had been an asshole to you but he's helped you alot, and now you didn't want him to wake you. you put your book away and gently snuggled back into him. you could hear his heart, breath and little snore. soon you yourself fell into deep slumber

this is nice.

A/N: TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS. thank you. i also dont know how to end this jdkajkqwenjk.

[whsprings]

when i think about my ed/mental illness history it's so hard to differentiate what treatments helped and what did nothing and what made things worse. my ed started in high school, but it wasn't that bad/I didn't do shit about it until 2019. that year I also moved across the ocean for 5 months and then across the country for another 3. and when I finally tried to get help I was repeatedly told I wasn't thin/sick enough to have an ed. when i did get someone to listen to me and got a formal dx, I was literally run over a week later and spent two weeks hospitalized with seven broken bones. which wasn't traumatic in the slightest 🙃 anyway i leave the hospital (and immediatly go back to school bc i am clinically insane) and get medicated for my mental health and start seeing a therapist/dietitian and my ed just. continuously gets worse. I finally get talked into doing ed iop and the week before i'm supposed to start the world shuts down because of covid. like I remember emailing my therapist in a panic bc I had no idea what I was supposed to do. and to the surprise of absolutely no one, my ed gets worse throughout iop and i end up in res etc etc.

after my second res stay I got put on pristiq and oh boyyyy that shit fucked me up. like uncontrollable emotional volatility, dramatic escalation in sh, my team thought I had bpd, and I came 👌 this close to an attempt.

there's a lot more to the story obviously but idk, was it all the extenuating life circumstances that led to my ed getting worse? was it getting medicated? was it seeing a treatment team and feeling like I needed to prove my sickness to them after being invalidated so many times? was it going to treatment and being around a bunch of other sick people and picking up new bx and ways of comparing myself? if I had never sought help would things have remained mostly manageable like in hs? or would my ed have gotten worse with time anyway? who knows not me!!

all this because I was thinking about being back on naltrexone for a few months (and how I initially fought it bc of the stigma around that particular med as it's usually prescribed to addicts) and coming to the unfortunate conclusion that it may actually be helping?? like sh has been wayyyyy down since starting the med again. but then again, last time I was on it it didn't do shit, so is it the med that helped or is it a better understanding of skills??

you see the problem??

[lsuyia]

VANNESA X READERᰔ

synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ. you and Vanessa were exes from a bad breakup that happened between you both, but one day when you came to a bar to throw all your problems away with drinking to the point you were practically black-out drunk and barely knew what was happening around you. When Vanessa came to her favorite bar to try to get you off her mind by drinking her worries away, she never thought she would see your drunken self at the bar.

Reader is pink

Vanessa is just the regular color on your screen.

Vanessa sat down in her favorite seat which she always sat at. The bartender immediatly saw her passing her a shot and her favorite drink. The bartender looked at Vanessa looking at her tired and shot down face. “hard day?” The bartender said as they cleaned off one of the cups someone used from before sliding drinks to other people before looking back at her with a caring face. “After going back and forth all day I just needed to relax” She shrugged as she looked at the bartender. Vanessa took the shot gulping it down quickly before having a sour expression on her face as she exhaled her breath. “Yeah I could relate to that.” The bartender then passed another drink to vanessa as they smiled. Suddenly a group of hunk meaty guys burst into the bar talking on about a football game. “DRINKS ON ME GUYS!” Everyone started to cheer as the big game turned onto the screen. “alright i’ll see ya ness” The bartender quickly greets the hunks getting all their orders, while vanessa stayed in her seat looking at the glass in her drink as she circled it around around her wrist over and over again.

About 30 minutes later. The small bar which barely had any company was now bustling with different people looking for a good time. Some hunky guys were even doing karaoke singing terribly. Vanessa sat there just thinking pensively , which she knew would led to her drinking and driving if she had another drink. She got up and sighed as she readjusted her coat and started to walk out.

“NESSA!”

The bartender called out from afar hoping Vanessa would hear her cry before she left. Vanessa, fortunately heard this yelp as she walked back over to the commotion as she looked at the ay bartender confused and brought out her cuffs. “Is sombody causing a problem?” She said as her eyebrows furrowed awaiting a response. “No not at all” The bartender raised their hands like they had been caught as they slide another drink down the right while some guys cheered. “please, get your girlfriend and take her drunken, and booze ridden self out of here? I need to make space for the other people standing.” Vanessa immediately put her cuffs away and looked the bartender as her brown eyebrows furrowed more. Her thoughts immediately went to you, but since you two were broken up she pushed it past her mind. “Who the hell are you talking about?.”

The bartender groaned in annoyance due to Vanessa not being able to understand. “The person sitting right damn beside you.” She then quickly pointed at reader to the right side of Vanessa then quickly went back to serving beers.

Vanessa finally looked to the side of her as she finally saw reader, in-front of her eyes. She was so busy thinking about her she never even thought to look. She even forgot what your hair looked like.

“your everywhere i go, aren’t you?”

Vanessa said as she finally finished the left over sips of her drink, chugging it down her throat. “Alright, cmon lets get you out of here.” Vanessa sighed as she picked up your drunken body off the bar stool. One part of her really didnt want to see you here, but on the other hand she wanted you here.

“mhmm stopp..” Reader said as she mumbled their words as they tried to push vanessa away to stay on the stool. “lemme stayy hurr” Reader looked at Vanessa a actual hot mess as her hair was everywhere and looked like she had one too many drinks.. Vanessa couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. She smiled softly as she finally made reader get out the chair practically dragging her to her cop car that was parked outside. She struggled to open the car door which reader in one arm while she tried to hold her with both arms at once.

She managed to get the car door opened,but again struggled to put reader in the car. about 5 minutes later she finally did it and buckled her safely inside the car as she went to the front seat.

[sharenadraculea]

For the fic request: Sanguinius/Lion, accident

Content warning: a bit of blood and a character getting a small injury (well, small for a primarch) 

Someone knocks on the door. The Lion groans as he stands up to open the door. „What is it this fucking time?“

But to his surprise the person in front of the door is not Roboute Guilliman, forcing even more paperwork on him, for once. Instead Sanguinius is standing there, looking smaller than usual and blood dripping from his forehead. „Am I disturbing you? I… I can go somewhere else if you want to…“

Immediatly Lion feels bad for his outburst. „No, of course not….“ He gently takes Sanguinius‘ arm and pulls him into the office. „But what has happend to you?“

The angel sits down in the giant armchair, pulling his knees to his chest. „Well, the meeting room two floors down… it has those really big windows towards the balcony, right?“

Lion nods quietly while searching for a washcloth. 

„I didn‘t realize that well… that the windows were there and the door closed… and I kind of flew into the window and now my head hurts.“ He touches the wound on his forehead which has allready started to close. There are small pieces of glass still stuck in it.

Lion sighs before brushing Sanguinius‘ hair out of the way. „You need to get those shards out before it heals completly… is it fine if I do that?“

The angel nods. „That‘s why I came here, I thought it would be easier for you to do…“ He is fidgeting with the edge of his tunic. 

„Okay, just give me a second…“ Lion starts to carefully remove the pieces of glass, warm blood running over his fingers, before wiping the rest of the blood away with the towel as best as possible. „That should be fine… just be more carefull with where you land next time, yeah?“ 

„How could I have known, that there is a window if it is translucent?“ Sanguinius looks up with teary eyes. 

Lion puts the washcloth away. „I‘ll tell Guilliman to replace all the windows with stained glass.“

Sanguinius eyes light up as he jumps up and wraps his arms around Lion‘s neck. „That would be great! Thank you so much that you do that for me!“

Lion gently strokes his back. „Of course love… how is your head feeling?“

„Bit better.“ Sanguinius touches the scar on his forehead. „I guess that will take a few more hours to disappear.“

„That‘s good.“ Lion presses a small kiss on the angels forhead. 

Sanguinius nuzzles closer against him. „Can I stay here for a bit? I don‘t feel like explaining to Rob why the window is broken…“

„Of course.“

[tamavonpineapple]

Hey so I've had this cute scenario in my head for Leosagi oneshot: okay so Leo and Usagi are wandering around and come across come farmer. Maybe they help him idk, but they end up back at the farmer's house and meet his family. He has this one kid who is "weird" and doesn't behave normally and the family often treats him like he's stupid since he doesn't pick on social ques and has frequent meltdowns. Since this is Edo Japan (plus their whole ableist philosophy that "everyone must fit into society"), Usagi just laments alongside the farmer going like "oh so sad, this boy is clearly not normal they will never fit in, nothing we can do to fix him" etc etc. Meanwhile, Leo has just one interaction with the kid and immediatly puts together that the kid is autistic (he's got an autistic twin how could he not). Usagi and the farmer's family are just shoked at how Leo just adjusts his own behavior and gets the kid to open up to him. While they're there, Leo and the kid just hang out, he teaches the kid how stim, gives him some guidance on social ques and what to look for, helps him figure out his sensory issues, how to clam down during meltdowns, basically becomes his teacher/big bro on how to handle autism. Meanwhile, Usagi and the farmer + his family are shooketh at how the child they asumed was just "stupid/broken" is not only very cleaver but also very passionate about (insert special interest here). They end asking Leo "wtf did do?" and Leo just goes "I treated him like a person with thoughts and feelings".

Bonus: Leo explains to Usagi what autism is and how his twin has it

Oooh, is such a great concept- it'll required a lot of research first, but it'll do for a great chapter actually, amd it'll open the door to deal with different subjects and explore the perspective from, not just Usagi (who might be open to understand, since ignorance doesn't make someone and a**hole), but also from people who doesn't want to understand.

Good idea, good idea.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

part three !!! :3333 theres probabky gonna be 2 or 3 parts following this one... im also unsure why, but an underline appears under colored text on mobile now? dunno if its the same on the tumblr browser.

anyway, enjoy a bit of sniperscout and spydad ;)

------------<3

Sniper sighs as he drives down the lonely highway, the trees overhead casting enough shade that he doesn't need to wear his sunglasses, but he keeps his hat on. It's his good luck charm. His mum gave him it, and he doesn't plan on loosing it.

It's now been a week since Scout vanished. Sniper didn't outwardly show it, but he's just as nervous as Spy is.

A few months back, Scout had come to the camper with a rather sad looking bouquet of flowers and asked him on a movie date. And Sniper had said yes.

They'd been secretly dating since, and only Medic knew about it, and promised not to tell anyone. "It's not my place to deciee when you're ready to tell everyone", Medic had said.

Sniper wanted to be mad at Spy for making Scout so angry. But he couldn't be. Not after seeing how wrecked the Frenchman was, even after Scout's mother came to the base for a few days. She had left yesterday to return home, and made Spy swear to find Scout and keep him safe.

Sniper taps his finger on the wheel. There's a bit of broken glass on the road. Someone would have to clean it up later---

A flash of red lying on the side of the road catches his attention and he slams on the breaks.

What the bloody hell is that?

Hesitating, he pulls the van over and hops out, jogging the way back towards the red he had seen. And his blood runs cold.

"Jesus christ..." He whispers, and speeds up to running, grabbing his comm and radios Engi, since Sniper knows that the Texan always has his comm with him.

"Truckie, you there?" Sniper asks into the comm, and stares down at the mess with his hands on his hips.

"Yes sir, what's the deal, Stretch?" Engi replies. Sniper scowls at the stupid nickname.

"Find Doc. I found Scout." Sniper crouches down at the runner's side. "We're out on the highway. I don't want to move 'im, I.. I think he got hit by a bloody car. He doesn't look too good.

"Stay where you are." Engi orders. "We'll be there soon."

Spy knew immediatly when he heard Engi yell for Medic to get in the "goddamn ambulance" and drive.

They must've found Scout. There can't be another explanation. Spy looks out the window of his smoking room to see the ambulance pull out of the base's garage and speed away, sirens blaring.

He brings the cigarette to his mouth with a trembling hand.

When Scout was a few months old, Spy had come home to find him wailing in his crib. Heather wasn't home, so he assumed that she must've gone out to buy more baby powder. So that left Spy to take care of baby Scout.

And he did what a father should do. He picked up baby Scout out of the crib and sang him a French lullaby, and was able to get him to sleep again. He stayed in Scout's room until Heather returned, but he had also fallen asleep. She had snapped a photo, and Spy kept that photo in his disguise kit behind his cigarettes.

If only times could be that simple again.

Don't worry anon I'm pretty sure the color underline is happening for everyone. Anyway! Good job as always :)

[herzzgeist]

7) Well Deserved Rest

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 1.6k | Warnings: slighty suggestive

Dividers by cafekitsune

Time goes by slowly since that day the mission failed. The sun rises, the golden orb emerging from the glittering waves on the horizon. Still in bed you let out a strained yawn.

The crew is already up on their feet and by the sound of it, the breakfast rush hour is beginning to subside. Everybody takes up on their duties and either leaves the submarine for attendancies in town or stays here for maintenance.

Fortunately for you, you can move again. The broken ribs being a nuisance and tremendously painful if handled incorrectly. One haste move and a strong sting hits your sides. Lifting yourself out of the warm sheets, you try to find some clothes to get dressed and make your way to the kitchen. If only you had some with you.

Your tummy gives off a low rumble. This is the moment where you should get some grub.

Just in your undergarments and bandages you wobble around the infirmary to borrow some clothing. Oh, there's a black hoodie jacket hanging on a chair. Without taking a better look at it you swing it around your shoulders and pull the zipper up. "Mh, comfy.", you simper.

The hoody could be a baggy cocktail dress for your shape and size. Thighs barely covered, but it will do. It's just a short trip to the kitchen, what can possibly go wrong. Oh boy.

"(Y-Y/n)!? What are you doing here?" - "I'm so hungry and I wanted to stretch my feet for a change. So, here I am. Good morning!", Shachi exclaimed as he saw you waltzing into the dining room. With a low groan you sit on the bar stool next to the cooking island.

The red head gets even redder, his face bubbling. Is that even possible? He points at you with a shaky finger: "I-s that C-Captain's hoodie?" This reaction wasn't what you've been expecting. Hands hidden in the dark sleeves you bring them up to your face, recognizing the scent. How the tables have turned, you are now the one with a bright flushed face.

"You...ermm...might be right. I-", what a stuttering mess you are. Alright, now what? You don't want to stumble back to the infirmary again. The man asks you to turn around, only to see a yellow Jolly Roger sign on your back: "Yeah no kidding!"

Shachi gulps exceptionally loud and tries to play it cool: "It's...fine! It's fine. Come on, I'll give you the left over pancakes. Want a hot chocolate along with it?" Almost immediatly your worried expression switches to a beaming one.

The man sweat drops, but grins thinking to himself: "Enviably cute." You never cease to make people smile around you. True, you might be an odd ball, but that's the point. The crew is happy to have you and you feel the appreciation glow inside you. You feel loved. It's a family you wish you had a long time before.

Placing the white mug of hot chocolate next to your already half empty plate, Shachi presumes: "Ready for another round?" - "You bet!"

The door behind you swings open and who would have thought, your Captain comes walking in. "Shachi would you be so kind to-", he stops when his eyes land on your back. You turn your head with your stuffed with pancakes cheeks, trying to flash him the most innocent of puppy eyes.

"Shachi, I told you to bring her breakfast over early!" - "S-sorry Captain, she was here so much sooner than I expected.", Law's facial expression changed from shocked to unnerved. He came up to you, oberserving your every move like you were his worst enemy.

Flustered you keep on munching on your pancakes: "G-good morning, Captain." - "Haven't I told you to stay in bed for at least five to ten hours before you go up and about by yourself again?" Ashamed you chew down the last crumb of breakfast, apologizing meekly, your gaze averting him.

He sighs and takes a seat next to you: "As I was saying, Shachi, you got a coffee for me?" - "Coming up, Captain!" The black cup of coffee was on the table after mere fifteen seconds. What witch craft is this, you wonder. Did the red head keep an extra storage full of already brewed coffee somehwere, only for the doctor to enjoy? How is that even fair.

A low "thank you" resonates from beside you as he takes a sip of the dark brown liquid. It animates you to drink your own hot beverage, which is way sweeter than his. You take the mug into both of your hands and you relish the chocolate flavor savouring your mouth.

"(Y/n)-ya", you flinch by his voice getting closer to you, "May I ask why you're wearing my hoodie?" - "Uh I...didn't find anything else to wear in the infirmary so I borrowed this one."

What else was there to do? The hunger nearly killed you, not even kidding. Fidgeting around the warm cup, you play coy by pursing your lips and swinging your legs back and forth like a little child.

"That was intended for you to not find any clothes there...you always escape the infirmary prematurely.", you hum happily at his comment which was followed by a long sigh.

Law keeps a neutral face, but hides his amusement rather poorly: "First you keep secrets from me and now you steal my things? Tough break." You snap back at him in a playful manner: "Oi, I told you everything in the end. And this is an emergency."

Not taking you seriously, he only answers with a deep grunt, chugging down the last drops of his coffee. To your notice your hot chocolate ran out too. Both of you now ordering more, trying to drown out one another on who gets his drink first. Shachi could watch you tease eachother for hours.

A loud voice beckons the red head: "Oi Shachi, could you come over for a minute, we're nearly done with the heating system!" - "Oh crud, here's your drinks guys! G-gotta run!" So he teeters himself out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him.

The two of you now alone, sitting next to eachother quietly. Why did the situation become so awkward so suddenly? Holding onto your mug you drift off daydreaming, when Law suddenly decides to interrupt you by chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny?" - "I just can't believe you face planted onto the floor that one cold night, out of sheer panic of me catching you.", is he holding in a laugh? Feeling a warmth emitting from your heart you can't help but to burst into laughter with a snort: "Shut up! I was embarrassed ok?"

The awkwardness fades drasticly, leaving you tear eyed and holding your stomach. The Captain doesn't completely engage in the laughter, but a wide grin passes over him.

You reach for your hot chocolate, placing your lips onto the warm cup and take a quick sip, only to realise: "C-Coffee?" The mug in your hand, wasn't it white before? Is it a special colour changing one? Wow, that's a crazy cool feature if it can turn black. Wait a second.

It hits you. The man next to you takes a sip from the cup, his eyes widening in surprise: "Chocolate?" Good lord. Pointing at what seems to be your white mug in his hands you snicker bashfully: "Captain, I think you got my-"

As if he were about to throw the beverage far away from him, he slams it onto the table and then pushes it slowly in your direction: "Sorry."

Is he blushing? Quite understandable, you theoretically just kissed eachother indirectly. Hold on, what? Oh, how fast your heart starts to beat right now. Shachi, you’re in for it big time.

Shit, I let my guard down, Law curses inwardly while tipping his hat further down to hide the redness. He swears he never felt so close to a cardiac arrest. And that beeing said, or let's say thought, by Dr. Heart Stealer himself is a big deal.

The silence bothers you way too much. You only hear your Captain's nervous breathing, so you decide to take your leave: "Sorry Captain, I think I'll go back to rest a bit." - "Good! You'll need it."

Simultaniously you get up from your seats. You land on your feet with a little struggle, but it feels good to be in motion again. The hoodie falls back over your thighs.

"So, good luck with your daily chores, Captain.", you coo, but he doesn't answer. That's when you notice how his gaze is fixed on your hips and thighs. Sweat trickles down his temple as he swallows hard. Did you break that poor man entirely now? Your oh so lost mind doesn't catch up.

"Yeah! You go take a shower now!" - "A sho-", even more confused by his sudden outburst of exclamation, he shakes his head infruriatingly while turning away from you: "Rest! Go take some rest!"

He practically runs out of the kitchen, holding the door open for you. Like a puppy you follow him, not sure what is happening right now. Gods, why are you so oblivious, the doctor thought to himself. It's not making it any easier for him and he's absolutely sure he is being way too obvious.

"See you." - "Later", with haste he dismisses himself to his office, trying to shake off the scene he just witnessed in front of him. After that, he feels like he needs some rest as well, but before that he'll definitely seek up a cold shower. "Those curves.", realizing where his head is spinning about, he drags his fluffy white hat over his bashfulness.

[dullgecko]

The goblin kits using Fabian as hunting practice. Fabian’s just minding his business when all of the sudden he feels something hop onto his leg and nip his ankles, then something else clings onto his other leg.

Then all the sudden he’s being jumped by a bunch of tiny Rizs for the pure fun of it. They somehow managed to knock him over with the sheer amount of them leaping on him at once.

Then uncle Riz has to try getting them all off and eventually just tells Fabian to play dead and they’ll leave.

Riz's party had been invited to join him for a weekend up in the Mountains of Chaos with his paternal grandparents and horde. Riz had been writing letters to them for years bragging about his friends so the group werent wary of them at all meaning there were children everywhere.

Fabian let his guard down for all of three seconds, too busy checking his crystal to be paying attention to the people around him, and had immediatly been swarmed by a troupe of toddlers that had broken loose from whoever was watching them. They had apparently decided that the half-elf was an excellent target to 'defeat' in their game and had piled on him all at once. Fabian flailing, trying not to hurt any of them as they nipped at him and clung to his back and clothes, and falling face down in the dust when he overbalanced.

Riz hadnt noticed immediatly, too busy getting mobbed by various aunties and grandmothers he wasnt sure exactly how they were related to him, and Fabian was stuck on the ground trying to escape from under an ever growing pile of hissing and nipping kits. When he did notice he swore, getting cuffed over the head by his grandmother for the language, and excused himself to go help his beseiged friend. The fact that Fabian was still flailing was only making it worse because the aim of the game was to 'defeat' him and he wasnt giving up.

[unknownmusing]

The Witcher Fanstory - Ioroche Fic: 'Will Always be there to Save One no Matter What Happens' - (Part 1 of ?)

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Notes:

A 'what if' fic where Vernon is captured before getting back to the Kaer Morhen Keep by Imlerith and taken back to Tir ná Lia (Aen Elle homeworld)

Vernon is a half-elf from the Royal Bloodline of Half-Elves

Iorveth/Roche relationship

CW: Slight dark themes in this with some mild references to gore and violence (Eredin forces Geralt to drink Unicorn blood), recovering from injuries ascertained and unwanted advances

For @chamotea, @apastandfuturenerd, @altebar and other Ioroche shippers out there

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PART 1 - 'Captured and in the Enemy's Grasp'

The clashing of steel against steel, the constant stream of the soldiers of the Wild Hunt attacking the keep of Kaer Morhen seems relentless as Vernon, scrambles his way through half-destroyed walls, broken crates and tears in the earth due to just the sheer power of the King of the Wild Hunt's powers, nearly reaching the gate of the fort when out of nowhere something slams into the side of him.

He goes flying hitting going through a gap in a stone-wall to hit another one where his head harshly smacks against it that slides down into crumpled heap to one side, heavily dazed by the impact with every sound around him muffling to a faint din.

Trying to lift himself, his elbows shake in the effort, Vernon collapses back down with vision fading in and out focus fast that the last sight he sees is off a large armoured elf bearing a mace approaching before sinks into unconcious state. Remembering nothing thereafter.

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It's a strange sense he's not in Kaer Morhen that makes Vernon flutter his eyes open weakly groaning in agony at the pain radiating still from the head-wound he ascertained - fragments of what happened come in, but quickly dissolve away like sand through one's fingertips before he can grasp and fully make sense of them.

He remembers running to the gate of the fort, but afterwards it was all a blurred jumble mess which he cannot make sense of then a large booming noise startles him into awareness with his vision fully clearing to reveal he's in large bedchamber placed on large bed with soft see-through drapes hanging down from the cieling over the bed. More booming, followed by orders being shouted in Elvish that his all body shudders immediatly - just the tone of it was overwhelming - that he finds himself letting out deep mewling noise - something he cannot stop from happening - rubbing himself into the sheets of the bed where a scent of....an Alpha.....Elf.....begins to make him move them with the pillows to create a Nest.

His rational human side is screaming at him to stop and realising what is doing goes to stop himself when a presance behind him makes him turn to look over his shoulder straight at one of the Wild Hunt, but their name he doesn't know just that the pheromones coming off them are so much he sways slightly because of them. "Little Omega..." they purr out to him, indicating with their gauntled hand for him to approach and gulping down saliva which has built up Vernon pads over to edge of the Nest he created using the large bed's sheets and pillows plus fur blankets to outline it.  Vernon keeps his head lowered down not wanting to look up at the large elf - Imlerith - he had found out when the memory of being knocked out by large mace had come flooding back, who stands near the edge of the bed sipping some wine, before places the goblet down on small circular table. "I see your confused." Imlerith says to Vernon, who flinches when gauntled hand reaches out for him - he can see it has specks of crimson flowers are still on it - that scrambles out of the makeshift Nest, grabbing a dagger placed on the table to hold it in front of him indicating to the large elf not come towards him.

"What do you want with me?!!!" He stammers out - his voice breaking with fear and horror, because he heard from Geralt the worst of the Wild Hunt was Eredin's Second-in-Command Imlerith, Slayer of Tulic - a Great Unicorn and the oldest of the Unicorn Clan who fought in vain to save his people only to be slain during the Battle of Frost and Horn as it was called in tales referring to how the unicorns gored the ranks of Eredin's Army and Eredin's Army used Frost against them. The large elf says nothing, just in few steps comes over to him to grab hold of his hand holding the dagger by the wrist tightening the gauntled hand around to make Vernon drop it then indicates to his other gauntled hand, forcing Vernon to look fearfully at it - Was he being asked to do what he think the large elf was asking him? - then shuddering leans forward to begin cleaning the gauntled hand of the crimson splatters and god knows what else.

"It's his blood you know. Manage to get me good for being a Leader of the Scoia'tael, but let's just say....he underestimated me. He will not be coming back, Vernon, my sweet little Omega." Imlerith smirks down at him, taking hold of Vernon's chin when he pulls back with widened eyes - the large elf had to be lying to him about Iorveth, there was no way he would go down like that.

"You're lying to me!!!? Iorveth would never.....!!!?" Vernon begins to argue back, only to cut himself off, trembling so much that he nearly revealed to the enemy how close he was to Iorveth beginning to mutter. "Iorveth.....would....he...."

A growl comes from Imlerith, indicating for him to stop muttering under his breath, where he knows the large elf will want out of his armour so moving his hands - his other which been holding the dagger which now lays on the floor - to start slipping the armour off the large elf, even though his hands are shaking and fumble slightly in the process.

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The corridors of King Eredin's palace are wide and vast, marble polished floors, tall spiralling pillars and gardens placed in different layered tiers where right in the centre is a large lake connecting to endless waterfall tumbling over the edge to the valley down below where large expanses of forest spread in all directions, mountainscapes towered above and yet, there is the strange stillness in the air that indicated the whole area had been once a happy place. Geralt, sitting kneeling on both knees beside Eredin - who is busy sitting at a table perusing some documents and occasionally taking sips of some deep rich wine or actually Unicorn blood - something so barbaric that he hated seeing the elf slaughtering remaining herds of Unicorns in the valley below for that sake. Vernon, he had overheard the other human Slaves had been taken as slave by Imlerith due to a certain reason that only Caranthir knew - and knowing that elf, it was no doubt due to Vernon's half-elf status and bloodline - when he been brought bound and gagged into the throne-room after having been captured. He had decided while Iorveth was in coma to try and rescue Vernon. Maybe been brash and too hot-headed rushing in on his own - but Vernon was his friend. So he could not abandon him to a fate of being slave for the rest of his life.

"You seem lost in thought, my White Wolf." Eredin saying, makes Geralt come back to the present moment at hand seeing the dark elf is looking down at him - those piercing, harsh cold eyes staring his - that he knows he must say something or will face intense punishment for not saying anything.

"A fleeting memory." Geralt tells Eredin, who he knows is not convinced by this. A hand comes up to turn his chin, followed the glass goblet filled with the unicorn blood to be placed against his lips, he knows he must drink it all - this was for the sake of not being harshly punished.

Opening his mouth, he allows the substance to be poured into it, with him gulping it down struggling when too much is poured it trickles down the sides of his lips until finally only few dregs remain in the glass which is taken away from his stained lips, while he wills himself not to sick it back up.

He must endure it.

"Good, White Wolf. No sicking it up, like before, remember." Eredin states, wiping a thumb over his lips to smear the unicorn blood over them smirking at how Geralt looks.

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"Come." Imlerith commands Vernon, checking the leather collar attached to a chain around his throat making him get up from his kneeling position on the floor to be lead out the large bed-chamber, passing by other servants who stop and bow their heads low - their frightened gazes telling him that the dark elf sent wave of terror through them that no-one dare disobey him.

Vernon, sticking close to his 'Master' or 'Alpha' shudders at the coldness radiating in the hallway of the palace and also the fact that he's wearing nothing but chemise-lace Slave clothing which did nothing to keep him warm or cover him that all he can do is bear being looked at by the dark elves' Lord and Ladies, who are either standing talking amongst themselves or heading to their own sleeping qaurters or other parts of the palace.

Reaching the gardens, he notices under a large stone-carved temple-like structure sits a figure in ornate throne near a circular table with another person kneeling beside them on a pillow - the silvery-white hair shaved slightly at the temples and short ponytail, minus his beard - that Vernon, lets out a gasp of his name when Imlerith, brings him up to the two people recognising Geralt, who looks equally shocked at his appearance.

"Oh, what's this. Does your Little Lily, now, my White Wolf, Imlerith?" the other dark elf purrs out, sending shivers up and down Vernon's body he immediatly grips the nearest thing closest to him - Imlerith's arm - trying to hide himself from the gaze, which feels like could render his soul in half. 

This elf was dangerous, highly dangerous that he worries if Iorveth - if he is still alive - were to fight them he might not survive at all. 

Imlerith gives out chuckle, moving to sit down across from the other dark elf indicating Vernon to kneel on the pillow beside it which at first because still frightened steps backwards shaking his head from side to side which makes a large hand grab his chin forcing him to look into Imlerith's amber eyes knowing he must obey that gulping down saliva moves to the pillow to kneel down in same position Geralt is in.

"Good, little Omega." Imlerith purrs out, settling in the other throne-like ornate chair to begin talking to the other dark elf, who he overhears is called Eredin, King of the Wild Hunt and can feel is paying particularly interest in him everytime Imlerith, discusses the results Caranthir Ar-Feiniel had made of him especially the fact Vernon Roche is a Half-elf Omega from a Royal Bloodline of Royal Half-Elves.

Vernon, flicks his gaze over to Geralt, who moves to crawl over to him on his hands and knees where remembers a servant Slave had told him that Slaves could greet each-other in the presance of their Masters.

But anything further like discussing escape or even trying to escape or even speaking without their Master's presance would result in punishment - with the Witcher, nuzzling his cheek to reassure him everythings going be alright he turns to nuzzle back to hide his tears forming in his eyes.

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[felikatze]

*removes the tape* talk about binding blade do it do it do it do it

i lost my whole rant on binding blade's story but it is SOMEWHERE on tumblr and it is NOT TAGGED because i didn't live my truth

anyway. we were talking about idunn. let's fucking. talk about idunn.

i'm disappointed that she's less of a presence in the story honestly she only appears like 2 times but i LOVE HERRRR. she's the proto grima she did it first. dont even get me STARTED on my thoughts about divine dragon lore as it relates to idunn

DID YOU KNOW? IDUNN AND GRIMA AND SOMBRON ARE ALL KNOWN AS "DEMON DRAGON" IN A WIDE VARIETY OF LANGUAGES. GRIMA'S TITLE WAS NEVER UNIQUE AND I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ON THAT

anyway. why i think idunn works. it's mainly about framing. first of all idunn isn't a toddler which makes the whole thing less uncomfortable, second the game frames what happened to idunn as an atrocity. the divine dragons were one of the tribes who aimed to escape the scouring instead of fighting (with some of them presumably heading through the dragon's gate alongside a smattering of ice and fire dragons, and some of them settling down in arcadia in the nabata desert).

The divine dragons wished to flee because the dragons who wished to fight the humans wanted a weapon, and they knew they could turn a divine dragon into one. the divine dragons were horrified by this, and fled - except idunn. idunn didnt escape in time.

idunn was captured, and her mind was broken. she had no will left whatsoever. in the game, she's basically a machine - not following zephiel out of any conviction, but because he's the first person to release her. when jahn explains this, he is RIGHTFULLY called out for it by roy. this shit is disgusting and jahn knows it, but he justifies it anyway.

idunn is 100% the victim. but it is so so so easy to condemn her, to "put her out of her misery." like i know in a lot of FE games the brainwashed girl still has some way to be saved - there's a spell to be broken, a villain to be defeated, a magical object to be destroyed, but there isn't with idunn. her soul is just geniuenly destroyed. it's entirely mental. jahn says there is no way to save idunn.

but fuckin. roy doesn't accept that. there is the slightest sliver of possibility in the binding blade. it listens to its user's will, so perhaps he can....?

i'm kind of obsessed with the way it clicks IMMEDIATLY what roy is planning to do, but he never actually says it aloud until he does it. he just tells everyone to trust him and to let him deal the final blow. he doesn't say "oh this might save the demon dragon we have to kill." he just charges in and does it. does he think the others might try to stop him?? maybe?? i think ch24 has some great characterization that is overshadowed by the massive exposition dump where roy's just there to be the ear of the audience instead of an autonomous character.

honestly, i think roy's desire to save idunn actually greatly parallels how guinevere condemns zephiel. at the start of the game, guinevere is horrified by her brother, but still wants to save him. as time goes on, though, she struggles to hold onto her optimism. when she hands roy the binding blade, she accepts that he's going to kill zephiel.

this deeply pacifistic compassionate character essentially putting her brother to death because to her he is that far gone is such a great writing choice oh my god. (i wish it was in a better story.)

but zephiel believed what he said. he believed humans were corrupt and needed to die - in fe6, there's the general notion of human goodness. that people can be cruel, but they can be better, too, they can choose to become better. and zephiel refused that. zephiel refused to do better, instead just enabling the atrocities he condemned. that is why he dies. because he refuses change.

all his generals are given the option to back down, to live and grow, but they all refuse, and they die for their conviction in a cruel world.

idunn never had that choice. who knows what idunn believes? roy believes in a better world, and he will give idunn the freedom to decide what she wants out of it.

i first got the true ending when i was on the train, and ngl, i did almost cry over it in public. because idunn does get better. if you get the true ending and fae survives, you get a bonus scene - fae and idunn, back in nabata. idunn appears emotionless as fae urges her to play, until fae's enthusiasm leads to a coconut falling on her head.

and idunn - idunn laughs.

for the first time in millenia. there was no spell to be broken on her. roy doesn't snap his fingers and she's happy again. it'll be long, it'll be hard, but idunn will heal. and this is her first step.

i got kinda emotional seeing her spring alt in heroes afterward. she just looks. content. this character who went through so much tragedy and suffering for an eternity can still recover and heal because there are people who will help her do so. fae and roy and all the others.

i just. wargrhhrhr. the core message of human goodness and the capability to be better if you just choose to do so and the empathy to recognize that sometimes people didn't have that choice and you should give it to them, always. if they refuse, there's nothing you can do, but you should still try, right?

i actually really really love roy as a protagonist outside of "roy's our boy" memes and i disagree with the takes that someone else should be the protagonist of fe6. because roy is an outside to this and that is the point. he's just some kid doing the best he can! he's not the descendant of some legendary hero! that's lilina and zephiel! he doesn't have any mystical power! that's sophia! he doesn't have a dramatic backstory! that's elffin!

anyone could wield the binding blade. it's just roy who picked it up. that's the point. anyone can change the world. anyone can do better. anyone can make the universe a little bit kinder, if they just try.