#just how he looks away all anrgy

[fisheito]

i lied. i'm still here

WHAT GIVE SYOU THE RIGHT

first of all, straight up 14 minutes spent staring athis stupid eyes. what are eyes? squishy orbs with holes in them? dunked in saltwater? connected to a bunch of vermicelli? ludicrous. they don't even know how to stand up straight. duymass orbs standing upside down all day relying on the brain to make sense of its wonky projections. i'm staring at salty upsidedown spheres for too many minutes. ims o anrgy

THE EARRING IS UNMOVED. UNCHANGING. STARING AT ME WITH ITS BEADY SALTORBS. mocking me. this is its everyday. this is normal. you twine that obsidian with the mundanity of the 9-5 grind and i just fume at you. STOP MOCKING ME

WHEN THE HFIOK WAS HE ALLOWED TO EXPOSE SKIN? WHO PULLED DOWN HIS SHIRTT? evil puppyfan whispering in my virtual ear: are those scratches on his back?!?! me: NO THEY AREN'T, THEY ARE JUST DECORATIVE BRUSH STROKES LIKE THE ONES USED FOR BLUSHES

IF THOSE WERE SCRATCHES THEY WOULD BE A HELLUCA LOT DEEPER AND ANGRIER BECAUSE THIS SNAKEY BITCGHJ AINT GETTING OFF WITH JUST A WARNING

wait hold up a minut

who pulled this thing down. doesn't he have a rather tight collar around his neck? there's no way someone could so easily just drag his entire torso's worth of clothing down past his shoulders-- *checks my notes*

DID THEY ONLY GIVE HIM HIS SECOND LAYER ? WHERE'S HIS SHIRT? i don't see any of that telltale white-

ok, well, there it is,? so, he's wearing it after all, but HOW DID THEY PULL DOWN THE UNDERSHIRT SO EASILY IS IT BAGGIER THAN EXPECTED? bruh i don't THINK so the waay that silk vacuum-seals to yakumo's skinnyarss chest in his regular sprite DID THEY TEAR IT APART?!?!?! just ripped at the neck. he can sew. he can fix it later on his own time. we got shoulders to expose here

WAIT. WHY IS HE WET? WHO THREW A BUCKET OF WATER ON HIM? other evil fan whispering in my alternate earhole: oh, they're ALL wet in their bday pics. don't worry, fish. it's like misting the vegetables in the grocery store-- me: I AM NOT MOLLIFIED BY THIS NEWS. WHY IS HEWET!!!!

way too godadam wet..... downright sopping😡

actually, that's a mighty fine bow. i wonder who tied that. it's a picturesque bow. i can never get my bows to look so perfect irl. very even. no lumpy sides. honestly, i wouldn't put it past eiden or olivine with their crafty hands to be able to pull that off-- EXCUSE ME WHAT THE TFOKF

WHO UNDID HIS PANTS W H A T

HE ALREADY HAS BARE SHOULDERS THAT'S AS SLUTTY AS IT GETS FOR THIS EXCESSIVELYBUBBLEWRAPPED SPAGHETT NOW YOU'RE PULLING HIS PANTS DOWN? HIS HIPS ARE GONNA GET COLD

stupid fkin hipbone on the bonyffikin snaek i'm gonna rip[ his greeater trochanter clean off his pelvis

WHATEVER. i'm fine. i'm totally fine. .......... bony snass out.....

you slap that thing and it's gonna shatter......couldn't even afford basic padding......economy-fare-level-buttmeat gotdamt taunting me with its fragile slappaibility

WHEN will this hoe learn. he beteter put those ankles away befroe he LOSES them i am THIsc lose to BITING THEM OFF his SNAPPABLE fibula PUT SOME SOCKS ON YOU WHORE

stupid anime legs. makes no sense. too frghign long couldn't even be contained by the border of the image. got cut off by the edge because his frivolous stilts had to stretch beyond reasonable restraints. surrender your left kneecap to customs. punishment for your femur hubris.

HOW FAR DOWN HAVE THOSE PANTS BEEN PULLED IVE NEVER WANTED TO SUCK A------

you're barely even tied up you dweeb there's nothing tethering you here if you stood up i bet the whole thing would unravel and you'd be completely unencumbered by that lightweight ribbon. i bet if we turned you around we would only see the ribbon loosely draping across your chest like a celebratory sash . congratulations on your self-contained imprisonment you wibbly reptilian beansprout

GOD HE DOES NOT STOP WIBBLING EVEN HIS ACCURSED LIPS ARE 〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜

UGH HE IS ALL NECK I'M GOING TO ROAST HIS SPINAL COLUMN AND TURN HIM INTO GRAVY

I HATE IT HERE

[spideyanakin]

elijah mikealson falling in love with a southern belle before the civil war

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warnings - very much gone with the wind au ish, but no slavery in this parallel universe, mentions of death, mention of the civil war

➾ Elijah and his family were in New Orleans when the war was brewing. Klaus wanted to find a home for them, and Elijah was thinking about getting his own estate, invest in the brewing business outside of the city.

➾ that's how he met you. he was invited to yet another one of those boring barbecues he only went to keep appearances. Because that's what he had to do if he wanted to somehow fit in. Mingle with the crowd.

➾ he remembered this one was particularly brewing with the anticipation of war, and Klaus who had accompanied him just out of sheer entertainment and curiosity kept convincing Elijah it would be fine. But he knew very very well, that if the war started, this was bad, very bad for them if they wanted to settle here and make a home.

➾ the first time Elijah heard you speak, you were angry, very anrgy. You had sneaked into a study with a man whose name he barely remembered, some childhood friend of yours. You were professing your most undying love to him, right when the boy was just about to announce his engagement to someone else that same evening.

➾ he remembered the ambition in your voice, how strong-willed your words were, and how sincere your love felt. Something about it lit a spark in Elijah that he hadn't felt in years. He couldn't decipher what it was, but it was like a force pulling him to you.

➾ when the boy had left, you were angry, frustrated and in tears. In a rash of anger, you threw the first porcelain item you found--but Elijah, who had heard the whole conversation and had decided to make his presence known, was almost, hit on the head by it.

➾ he remembered the look of sheer horror in your eyes when you saw him. The muttered apology and the smile that bloomed on his lips. He hadn't smiled like this in ages.

➾ to this day, he still laughs at the threats you threw his way in fear he would snitch on your love profession to a man soon to be married.

➾ and that day he made himself a promise; that he would do what ever it takes for you to speak those same passionate words to him: 'I love you'

➾ but barely an hour after he met you, you were engaged to the bride to be’s brother in poor attempt to make your childhood love jealous, and Elijah found himself back to square one.

➾ that same afternoon, the war had been declared and soldiers were called to register. Klaus and Rebekah left for europe in the morning with crushed dreams about a life in Louisiana, but he stayed.

➾ and even if klaus had been very clear to his brother that it would be safer to leave, that they would come back and make yet another fortune in this city once the war was over; he stayed for you.

➾ he really didn't know how he came to be so in love with you, but something just kept pulling him to you.

➾ the next time he could properly speak with you was at a charity gala, and as the rich old folks pretended to care for the young and hungry soldiers on the front lines--Elijah had one goal in mind, dance with you.

➾ he had kept a close eye on you, and was glad to learn that your husband had passed away on the front lines.

➾ you were a widow, you weren't supposed to be dancing. You were supposed to stay behind the charity deposit counter as a volunteer, but he didn’t need read minds to know that you were hating every single bit of it.

➾ he knew you didn't want this life. He knew you weren't mourning your husband one single bit and wanted to be out there, dancing in a pretty colored dress.

➾ and when the host of the gala asked the gentlemen to place bids on a girl if they wanted to dance with them all night, Elijah didn't think twice before offering 500$ to keep you at his arm.

➾ you had let out the most beautiful laugh when the sum of money had left Elijah's lips, and he thought he could die right there.

➾ people squirmed at the idea of a widowed woman out on the dance floor, but neither of you cared one bit

➾ So you danced, danced, and danced all night, and that was enough to make you fall head over heels and forget your little childhood infatuation.

➾ you were married the same week.

➾ Elijah already knew the Yankees were going to win, and he was dying to get you to safety, but he knew you wouldn't let go of your family. So he did everything he could to make sure you were safe.

➾ even if it meant making deals with the local vampires to protect your property from theives and keep you safe.

➾ He knew that if he wanted to stay here, make good appearances he needed to go fight.

➾ and even though you begged him not to go, he knew it was the only way he could keep this life he was so keen on having.

➾ he told you what he was the night before his departure. He knew you wouldn't survive if you didn't know that he was safe. Safe from any harm.

➾ so he offered his services, coming back a captain and a war hero.

➾ he remembered the panic rising in his chest when he came back to the estate. Despite having made high-end deals with his supposed vampire allies, your family home was almost torn to pieces, almost everything gone and pillaged by the enemy. He made a mental note to rip their hearts out the first chance he got.

➾ when he didn’t see you in the gardens or on the front porch--helping your sister with the wounded soldiers who had found refused here, his feet danced as fast as he could without using his vampire speed.

➾ he barely greeted the few soldiers who were eating on the steps, something your sister had surely provided.

➾ When she greeted him with a grim look, he gulped, and he thought he would going to collapse right there—doomed to blame himself for eternity.

➾ She pointed upstairs, barely muttering words but he caught on the fact that you were alive. Sick but alive.

➾ you had been shot in the shoulder when an enemy had entered the house in search for the last few treasures he could scrape out of the estate.

➾ And later on Elijah learned that the man didn’t make it much further, you had shot back and did not miss as bluntly as him.

➾ But the wound had infected, and you had been stuck in bed with a fever, labeled as dying by a neighboring doctor.

➾ Needless to say that was your last day as human

➾ once the war was truly over, the mikealson siblings came back, very much present to rebuild New Orleans from the crumbs of war.

➾ klaus was especially happy knowing he’d finally be able to be king of a city.

➾ you lived the best years of your life there. right until Mikeal had found them, and now you had to run away again

➾ but Elijah wasn’t so scared this time around. Because as the family parted ways to survive, he wasn’t alone.

➾ he had you to keep him company for the rest of eternity

[signmyheart]

ILY2 (Leon x reader) pt.2

You pressed through the crowd pleading with them to let you get out of there. People shot weird looks in your direction but the only thing you cared about was getting the hell out of there. The shame you felt trailing behind you the entire time. You couldn't get rid of that look on his face. He looked sad?

"Oh my god!" A familar voice shrieked. You looked up from your trance. In front of you stood a red faced anrgy Ada wong.

"What're doing soldier girl! You ruined my new dress." She hissed at you trying to clean up the stain on her dress. You clenched your fists together tightly.

soldier girl?

How could he love someone like her? What does he find about her that makes her so much better than me.

"You don't deserve him." It was quiet at first. But when you looked up at that ridiculous look on her face you wanted so badly to hit her.

"What did you just fucking say to me?" She moved in closer to you trying to make herself seem intimidating.

"He could do so much better than you Ada." It was probably the way you were so focused on trying not to punch Ada that you hadn't noticed his dirty blonde hair in the crowd.

"So that's what this is about?" She laughed when she finally understood. But it was such a bitter sound it made you want to cut off your ears. You glared at her, you'd forgotten the way your nails had been digging deeper into the skin on your palm.

"I guess it won't hurt to share our surprise a bit early wouldn't it Leon?" At that moment you finally realized him in the mix of the people. Claire was behind you, trying to see what was happening.

"Last night Leon proposed to me!" She shouted with the smugest look on her face. The way she won him over made you feel like crying. And you did. In front of everyone who rushed towards her to congratulate them.

You wanted so badly to disappear. You felt so much shame. It hurt the way Leon frowned at you. It was so overwhelming everything was happening to quickly. So you left. Running through the people just to be able to breathe. As soon as you got outside you started gasping for air but you couldn't stop there, you needed to get as far away as possible. You headed to the one spot you knew you could relax.

"Leon are you sure you know where we're going?" The path had long been eaten away by plants and nature.

"C'mon y/n don't you trust me!" He placed his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you to him in the process. You spun your head in the other direction to hide the pink color settling on your cheeks. He lifted an eyebrow but decided not to press you about it. When he stopped and released you from his embrace you turned to look at what caught his attention.

"Wow." You were in awe. It was a beautiful spot next to a tiny stream of water. There were so many flowers that were sprinkled all around the water.

"Sooo... does this make up for me forgetting your birthday?" He smiled shyly. You glared at him but it didn't last long before you erupted in giggles.

how could I be mad at him?

You calmed yourself down and smiled at him softly.

"You know, this just might." You whispered in a voice so quiet he wouldn't hear. You admired the beautiful hanging vines.

"Well, there's one more thing." He walked over to a bulky-looking object that was concealed under a white blanket. He removed the covering and revealed a wooden bench underneath. There were some childish engravings of what looked like... a police badge?

"Your gift!" He said proudly.

"it took me a while to make and A LOT of Chris's help but you know-" You stopped him mid-sentence bandaging your arms around his slim waist. He looked down and patted your head.

"Don't cry Y/n you deserve this."

It was too sudden. I couldn't react the way I wanted to. In that moment when I felt her lips on mine I wanted to kiss her back, but the urge to do the right thing was too strong. Is that why I pushed her away? Even if my heart told me to hug her and never let her leave my arms. I should've called her name, told her to stay and tell me what it meant. How could I? My fiance is downstairs waiting to announce to everyone that we're getting married in july and I'm up here on the balcony not able to stop myself from thinking about kissing Y/n. When I got back it seemed there was some kind of argument. When I saw how sad she looked it made me so mad. It was all my fault.

"You don't deserve him."

That's what she said and I heard it as clear as day. She was talking about me. I must be the biggest fool on planet Earth to not have noticed her feelings.

"What did you just fucking say to me?"

Ada was being so aggressive while Y/n just stood there staring.

"He could do so much better than you Ada."

Ada had pulled to the side after Y/n ran out.

"Aren't you excited for the wedding my love?"

My stomach lurched.

"It'll be the perfect time of year and my famil-"

"I don't want to marry you."

I couldn't muster up any remorse for her when tears filled Ada's eyes because I knew she wasn't as hurt as y/n was.

"W-What? Are you serious? All because of that girl?"

"That's just it Ada, she isn't some girl she's everything to me and I feel so stupid that it took me this long to realize it."

"But we're perfect for each other! You can't- I won't let you"

"I always felt like something was off in our relationship and I never understood until now that you're just not the one for me."

Before she could argue with me I left. I ran straight to Y/n's house but when there wasn't any answer at the door I knew exactly where she was. To make things worse it started to rain.

In the glow of the cheap fairy lights you sat, crying. Sitting on the floor you leaned your head against the bench Leon had made for you. Knowing your luck you weren't surprised that it had started to rain.

"Of course" You groaned sobbing even more. The mud seeping into your dress. All you wanted was to be alone and forget everything. The rain poured harder until, suddenly, it stopped. You looked up, your eyes meeting a pair of blue ones.

"L-Leon?" You asked sniffling. He smiled down at you before reaching out to wrap his strong arms around you and placing you on his lap. He was so warm.

"Why are you her-?"

"We're not getting married Y/n," You let out the biggest sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry Leon I didn't mean to ruin your relationship." You apologized.

He laughed.

"How are you so sweet Y/n" He whispered in your ear.

"But Ada- You love her?"

"No, it's you Y/n its always been you." Your heart melted. You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes. His hair was wet and strands stuck to his forehead. You reached up and moved the hair away from his face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked softly. When you nodded he brought his hand up to your cheek and kissed you gently.

"I'm sorry that I'm such a fool Y/n" His hand didn't leave your face.

"It's okay Leon ... " You said even though you knew it wasn't.

"No, it's not you've always been by my side and I can't thank you enough for treating me so well." His eyes were such a pretty color in the moonlight.

"I really love you y/n l/n" He placed his head on your shoulder, and the pair of you stayed like this the rest of the night.

LMAO I didn't think people would like this story but here you go,

[2010s-nostalgia]

List the facts on why Frozen isn't great!!! I think it still counts as nostalgia!!!

Okay so I'm gonna preface this by saying I don't mind Frozen. I think it's a fine movie, and I really liked it when it came out. However, after every viewing of it I like the film a little less. Call it aging, call it obsession, call it high expectations, but I don't think it is great in any capacity for these reasons (please don't hate me for these):

For a movie that is meant to be about The Snow Queen, it wastes the original story. Elsa could've easily been the antagonist she was originally written to be while also being redeemed in the end. Keep everything to do with their parents, but give her anger; give her resentment. After years of holding on to keeping her powers hidden, and seeing the angry and scared faces of her citizens when she finally breaks, make her anrgy. Then there would be REAL stakes in Anna going up the mountain by herself to talk Elsa into unfreezing the city; make Anna slightly afraid of her and you've made it even more satisfactory when they reunite in the end.

Anna. Lord do I not like the way Anna was written. She's like if Rapunzel's personality was cranked up 100% and made boy crazy. If I'd written Anna, I'd have kept her sense of humor, but thrown away the adorkable bullshit. Make her funny, rough around the edges, desperate for affection, and slightly resent Elsa due to the perceived favoritism of their parents. These are two sisters who should dislike each other in the beginning while also missing what they once had.

Kristoff and Anna's relationship takes up too much time in the movie that could've gone to Elsa and/or her and Anna's relationship. If the message of the movie is that romantic love isn't the only kind of love we should seek, then why in the world is there a song, and almost marriage sequence, about Anna and Kristoff getting together after having known each other for only a day or two? I mean, Kristoff's only point in the movie is to help Anna up the mountain, and that's all he really does for the plot. (Besides introducing her to the trolls but honestly their whole point is to just say "ice in the head not great, but ice in the heart bad" so remove or rework them too)

I actually like Hans' role in the story, but he didn't have to be a twist villian. It could've been foreshadowed early on that he only wanted Anna for her potential power, and his betrayal would've been even more impactul because we would've seen as the movie went on how much Anna wanted to be loved.

Now this might just be me nitpicking, but the setting design is just sooo . . . I'll just say I've seen better castles and towns in Barbie movies. I mean, if you had the choice, would you rather go to Arendel's castle or the Beast's Castle? Plus the character design is also not great. We've all seen that post pointing out that Elsa, Anna, and their mother all look identical with their barely there noses and round heads.

My final point, bringing back my issue with wasting the source material, is that in the original story a girl goes on a quest to get her friend back from the ice queen, despite him having turned into an angry, bitter, and mean person. She believed he was still the person she loved under that magic, and she risked her life to get him back. That is not the story Frozen tells because Elsa is rarely shown to have those ugly emotions.

[localcryptidsteg]

So there was kinda a script for the comic but I suck at script writing so I made an entire drabble instead

Mei sat across the table, looking far too amused. She was struggling to keep the smirk off her face, eyebrow raised, as she leaned against her hand and questioned a very tired Mk.

"Sooooo. Explain again why our mystic monkeys are wearing the cone of shame?"

Mk groaned and rumpled his hair with a heavily bandaged hand. "So Macaque has been dead for like forever, and Monkey King barely leaves Flower Fruit Mountain, right? Well something Pigsy said the other day reminded me I needed my flu shot, and I figured 'Hey! Why not get them up to date too!' But it turns out they need ALL of them and a pharmacist cant just do that. Plus theyre like actually actual monkeys?? Apparently??? So I had to track down an exotic vet, but theres only one in the area and they're all the way outside the city-"

Meanwhile, across the shop at the main counter, Wukong had decided he was starving, but quickly realized he had a problem. See, the cone was very much in the way, and while he could take it off... he didnt want to get yelled at. So now he was busy picking away at Tang's resolve. "Come on, just pour the bowl in! It'll be fiiiine!"

Macaque sat nearby, contorting himself at an angle that couldnt be comfortable, just to watch. "You know hes not going to stop until you at least try, right?" "Yeah! So do what he says and do what I say!" "Thats definitely not what I said..."

"- but it turns out Macaque is like really NOT ok with needles so he fucking bit me, but theyd already given him the rabies shot by that point so Im pretty sure it fine! He'll probably only *maybe* kill me in my sleep, but at least its not rabies!" Mk's nervous laughter was cut short by a loud sputtering and an anrgy screech. As Mk and Mei turned to look they were met by the sight of a wet, seething Macaque, Wukong with broth and noodles dripping out of his cone, and a very guilty looking Tang.

Mei slowly pulled out her phone and took a picture.

Mk groaned and let his head *thunk* down on the table. "Nevermind, he's gonna kill Monkey King first.

Bonus: "So now that all thats taken care of, hows your hand?"

Mk flexed the banaged appendage. "Eh. Im sure its not nearly as bad as it looks!"

Across the room, Macaque piped up from where Tang was using a hairdryer on him, "THIS IS WHY YOU RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!"

"YOU WERE TRYING TO HIDE IN A DOG CRATE!" Mk yelled back.

Mei made a mental note to go with them next time one of the monkeys needed a checkup.

[elpaevha]

Theon: m’lady’s whereabouts are—

Tyrion: “m’lady”? your loyalty to your captors IS touching

Theon: >:O

Theon: >:(

Theon: :(

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. This blog is a life saver, thank you!!! Please, could you help me find the modern AU fic where lwj gets called to a-yuan's school because he's having a meltdown (he's traumatized and only been recently adopted, the teacher reacted badly and he's only speaking chinese due to being distressed) and there he meets wwx again, a teacher there, and they reconnect

FOUND? A New Term by jiejieaini (E, 21k, wangxian, modern au, dadji, bunnies, london, implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced homophobia, fluff & angst, happy ending)

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2. A) wei wuxian and jiang cheng work a strip club and seduce lwj and lxc) B) ww and jc get preg and lwj and lxc deal with their anrgy wifes

2A) FOUND! Silk & Satin by Brieeze01 (E, 171k, wangxian, LXC/JC, stripper au, pole dancing, falling in love, pining, happy ending)

2B) FOUND? Perhaps one of the fics in Ah, it all makes scents now~! (omegaverse/AU) series by TheWanderingHeart (T, 63k, LXC/JC, background wangxian, ABO, fluff & humor, canon era, puberty, A/A wangxian, courting)

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3. Hello! I am desperately looking for a fic in which Wei Wuxian finds himself 15 again and in the lectures at Cloud Recesses (after he died?) and is horrified. He runs away and attempts suicide jumping from a cliff. Thanks!!!

FOUND! Without end by barisan (M, 60k, wangxian, major character death, time travel, suicide attempt, child abuse, self-harm, PTSD, panic attacks, not Jiang friendly, handholding, YLLZ WWX, WIP)

Similar (Un)Hidden truth by Sarah_R (M, 95k, wangxian, major character death, time travel, characters watching their show, suicide attempt, panic attacks, self-harm, nightmares, hurt/comfort, angst, WIP)

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4. Alright this one has been bugging me for DAYS. The only thing I remember about this fic was that when Wei Ying came out of the burial mounds after the golden core removal he was like… not himself. Possibly possessed by the burial mounds themselves???. He didnt talk, he just followed Jiang Cheng and Yanli around and did what they told him. He was sort of considered a mindless monster, but his siblings were convinced he was still in there. I cant remember how they even fixed him but i really want to read it again!!! @yamibakuraofficial​

FOUND? between the shadow and the soul by cl410 (M, 22k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)

SIMILAR! Helping Yourself by nirejseki (Not rated, 1k, wangxian, temporary amnesia)

Cloudy Memories Recessed by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 8k, wangxian, hurt/comfort, supernatural)

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5. hi! i'm trying to find a fic that openly addresses wwx probable cannibalism during the 3 months he was surviving in the burial mounds after he got thrown in the first time. i read it on ao3 sometime in the last 8 months i think, but before i had my own ao3 account. the part that sticks in my mind the most is a scene in qinghe where jyl and nhs figure it out based on wwx total refusal to eat meat (ie, no pork ribs soup!) and then lwj just total devastation at the suffering his poor wei ying went thru. and then then having this part of wwx trauma noticed and him being loved anyhow changes things! thanks for looking!

also open to other fics that deal with the topic @xiaokuer-schmetterling​

💖  the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, eating disorder, PTSD, food as a metaphor for love)

#1 of this post might interest you

❤️ Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (not rated (I’d say T), 103k, wangxian, my post) has a scene where JYL & JC discuss it

Three Months, but One Day Shy by mondengel (M, 1k, WWX, horror, mind the tags!) Podfic by DanaScully1013

Survival by Kaz3313 (M, <1k, cannibalism to survive, burial mounds)

Lakes of wine and forests of meat by androktasia (M, 1k, wangxian, aftermath of cannibalism, WWX’s burial mounds trauma, post-canon, post-sunshot, non-linear)

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6. Hi, y'all are doing the work of gods.I've been looking for a fic and the only thing I know is that the scars on wwx's back from yzy's last beating healed poorly and lead to limited mobility in his arms and shoulders, and this is why he wears his hair in a half ponytail after the core transfer and surviving Burial Mounds.It's ok if you don't find it, I'm starting to think I dreamed the interaction where I heard about it XD @kanzaki19​

not FOUND? On the first fic of ❤️no new age series by everythingispoetry (M, 146k, wangxian, Mojo’s post) it’s *Lan Wangji* who has to modify his hairdo, owing to disabling injuries from the flogging

FOUND! how about this one @kanzaki19​:  my life's journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 148k, wangxian) - a kind-of-modern-but-canon au where wwx is often troubled by his scarred back and cannot always lift his arms and also has short-ish hair

FOUND! How to Treat Your Injured Yiling Laozu by merakily (T, 3k, WangXian, Chronic Pain, Whump, Love Confessions, Literal Sleeping Together, Burial Mounds, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt WWX)

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7. Thank you so much for being here and coordinating this. I'vw been trying  to refind a fic in which Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are married and their  friends and family don't realize it. The scene I remember is Wei Ying  being very offended when they find out because everyone was at their  wedding, but didn't realize it was their wedding. I'm fairly certain  it's a modern au. It's not the delightful The F-Word by raspberrymocha.  Thanks so much for your help!  

not FOUND swiss cheese theory by varnes (M 18k, wangxian, SNL au, modern au, secret marriage, accidental marriage)

Thank you so much for posting my ficfinder request on March 28, #7. While swiss cheese theory is an absolute delight, it's not the fic I was looking for. In the fic I'm looking for WWX and LWJ know they're married; it's their family/friends who didn't realize that they are, even though they were at the wedding. But again, thank you for posting even though the fic hasn't yet turned up.

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8. I've lost a fic I wish I'd bookmarked, and I can't remember much but I do remember that NMJ was somewhat reincarnated as a goose? And he could speak through his corpse's head? NHS and WWX were having a field day with it while JGY was very annoyed?

FOUND! Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, dream cultivation, Mojo’s bookmark)

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9. Hi! First of all, i'd like to thank for you for doing god's work and for the great fics i've found through u guys. Anyways, i've been looking for this modern au (w/ a hint of mafia au) where lwj and lxc are homeless and they were attack by thugs and lxc died(but it's revealed at the end that he survived and now worked as a hacker??). Lwj was found by wwx and took him in. Lwj was younger than wwx here too. I've been looking for it for ages but i dont remember much and couldn't find it. 

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10. Hello, I was wondering if you could help me find a fit where WWX does get killed at Burial Mounds, but all the other sects discover while searching his body that he was extremely close to immortality, especially since his body did not decompose. His body is then put in a glass coffin in YunMeng I think, waiting for him to wake up. So it would be immortal WWX, with Wangxian of course. Thank you very much! @isoupeachreadingwatching​

FOUND!  If One for you, then One for us by KusakabeNAyako (T, 85k, wangxian, WIP) ��The soulless body of Wei Wuxian laid upon a bed of silk in a coffin made of black wood and glass, surrounded by [glass] flowers.”

Alexandria by LilyMaxwell (T, 24k, wangxian)

Glass Coffin by odirin (not rated, 19k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian, angst w/ happy ending, temporary character death, ghost wwx)

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11. Hi,I''m hoping you can help me find a story.  Lan Wangji is imprisoned by Wen Ruohan and thrown into a cell (in a tower I think) with a mysterious prisoner (Wei Wuxian) who has been held long term, but knows that Lan Wangji has a much shorter shelf-life before he's killed.  It turns out that Wei Wuxian is a phoenix. Ends with a dramatic prison break and Wen Ruohan learning that Phoenixes make for bad enemies.  A really good story which I neglected to bookmark.

FOUND! a thousand hills, no birds in flight | 千山鳥飛絕 by defractum (nyargles) (E, 26k, wangxian, canon adjacent, mythology au, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending)

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12. Hi, anon with the sexually explicit fic finder ask here.

I'm looking for a fic where I read where Lan Zhan goes down on Wei Ying and then instead of swallowing, spits it into Wei Ying's mouth. Wei Ying is like holy shit, but super into it. I think it's one of those fics where Wei Ying thought he was straight before, but I'm not 100% sure. There was definitely an element of surprise that Lan Zhan is Like That and how much Wei Ying loves it. Thank you!

FOUND! by anon themself (our friendship) against the ropes by daltoneering (E, 36k, wangxian, modern au, friends to lovers, getting together, experienced lwj, friends w/ benefits, pining, oral sex, anal sex, spit kink, light bondage, praise kink)

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13. hi! I was hoping to find this modern au fic, college/uni au where lwj and wwx were dating and also roommates, and one day wwx finds out that lwj has been secretly meeting his uncle + brother whenever wwx has classes so that they didn’t meet. He gets quite hurt and goes to jc(?)’s house to cry abt it and lwj is regret TM while wq, nhs, jc and jyl are out for blood hahaa TQSMMM >.<

FOUND!  The Art of Duplicity by TheObsoleteOne (Not rated, 8k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, lies, WIP)

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14. Hi, i'm looking for a fic where little apple dies of old age, they hold a funeral, and at the end lan qiren gives wei ying a baby donkey.

FOUND! An Apple a Day by dandelion_san (G, 2k, wangxian, character death, hurt/comfort, fluff, family)

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15. Looking for a Modern Au fic (I think it was ABO with omega WWX) where WWX and LWJ are both trying to baby trap each other at the same time.   One of them swaps out the birth control pills with prenatal vitamins, the other pokes holes in condoms.  Its a humor fic where it's clear they'd both be on board if the other said anything and they're both gleefully like "oh no, we're out of condoms :D how tragic.  I'm sure it'll be fine :D :D :D".  The end is them with A-Yuan both being super smug.

FOUND! truly a love story for the ages by sweetlolixo (E, 4k, wangxian, ABO, dark wangxian, mutual baby trapping, humor)

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[itsthestutterforme]

I'll Always Find You (Vincenzo)

Summary: Joon woo defends you from a group of men in an ally way and he ends up killing them. You tried running away from him, but caught you. // Slight smut, oral sex (f receiving).

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I was waiting for Joon woo to pull the car around when a groups of guys rounded the corner. My heart races, knowing exactly what would happen when they saw me. "Well hello there, pretty girl." One of them say. "I'm not interested," "What? Come on, you didn't even give us a chance."

"I don't care. I have a boyfriend, now leave me alone." I say, tugging my jacket closer to my body as the nightly breeze kissed my cheeks. "Awe, you cold, baby girl? I know a few ways to warm you up." The group grew closer to me and I unbuckle the taser from it's holster.

A hand reaches out to touch my shoulder and I spin around to collide my fist to his face. The man stumbles back and holds his mouth. "You bitch!" He lunges towards me and I quickly switch on my taser and tase him in the throat. He falls unconscious and hits his head on the brick wall on his way down.

The next thing I knew, I am pushed into the wall and my wrist was twisted until I had no choice but to drop the taser. Two other men rallied behind the man who was holding me and they tried to pull off my jacket. Tears swell in my eyes in both fear and pain.

Their rough hands on my skin is something I don't ever forget. Another second later and their hands left my body. I felt a warm mist splash across my face and I slowly open my eyes to see the man with his throat slashed. My eyes widen when I see Joon woo with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Oh my God." I say when Joon woo stabs another man through his ear drum. "Joon stop, please!" I exclaim. He punches the third man in the face and pushed him against the wall. "No, no, Joon don't." Anger completely engulfed Joon woo and he stabs the man until his arm got sore.

By the time he was done, there was blood all over his face and clothes with a few droplets on my face. He looks in my direction and I take a few steps back. "Get in the car, Y/N." He says.

"What if I don't? You're going to kill me?" His eyebrows dip with hurt. "Baby, I would never hurt you." "I don't believe you," I say, shaking my head.

He tucks his knife under the backside of his belt and walks towards me. I continue to walk backwards until my back hits the wall. I started to hyperventilate and without a second thought, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. There was no point in fighting so I just dangle from his shoulder like a rag doll.

He sets me into the passenger seat and clicks my seat belt before hopping into the drivers side. I look out the window the entire time and didn't say a single word. "Come on, baby." He says, placing a hand on my thigh and I slap it away. He huffs in annoyance and stayed quiet until we got home.

I wash off the blood in the guest bathroom and he reluctantly took his shower in the master bathroom. I rubbed my hair dry as I walk out of the guest bathroom. Joon woo leans against the wall and stares at me. "Why did you kill those men?" I finally ask, breaking the silence.

"Because I love you, and they were going to harm you." He kicks himself off the wall and was in front of me in two strides. "That's not love. That's possession. You were possessive of me and that's what got those men killed." "No, their stupidity is what got them killed!"

I wince at his voice and his face softens. "You're scared of me," he says with hurt in his eyes. "Do you blame me?" I whimper as a few tears leave my eyes.

He wipes them away and cups the sides of my cheeks before kissing me warmly. "I will never hurt you, I promise." "The look in your eyes.. I've never seen that before. It made the blood run cold in my veins."

"Hey, you have to trust me on this. Out of all of our time together, have I ever laid a hand on you?" He asks softly. "No, and I made it very clear what would happen if you did," "There's my girl. This is just one small mishap that won't happen again, I promise." I huff with uncertainty but slowly nod, I had to convince him that I actually believed him.

He takes my hand and leads me to the master bedroom. My eyes fall to the hamper where his dress shirt is soaked in blood. He closes the closet door and says, "I'll get Han seo to take it to the cleaners tomorrow." "Why not burn it? Get rid of the evidence," "Look at you. Even when you're pissed at me. You're still looking out for me."

He motions to the bed and I lay on my back with my hands intertwined on my stomach. He slides himself in between my legs and rest his head on my chest cavity. He spreads himself like a star fish and I unconsciously run my fingers through his hair. He sighs softly and we both slowly fall asleep after that.

This is the third time I've woken up tonight. There's something that my brain is telling me but I'm just not seeing it. I cautiously pull myself out form under Joon woo and walk downstairs.

Something didn't feel right about staying here with him. He killed three people and I'm both an accomplice and a witness. He'll probably kill me, he just wants to gain my trust so it's easier.

I throw on a jacket and slowly slide my keys into my hand when I heard Joon woo say, "Did you really think it would be that easy to get away from me?"

My heart weighs heavily in my chest when I meet his gaze. The mass of his 6'1 body towers over my own. He didn't seem anrgy, if anything, he looks amused. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." I state.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I won't ever lay a hand on you? If anything, you begged me to touch you." When I don't say anything he adds, "I love you more than I love myself baby doll, but if you try to leave me, I will find you. I'll always find you." He says as he trails the back of his hand along my face.

"Joon woo-" "Let's go go bed." He motions to the stairs with his head. I slowly walk away from him and up the stairs. "Go," he adds as he slaps my ass playfully. I sit on the edge of the bed and fixed my eyes on him. He takes off my jacket and takes the keys out of my hands to set on the night stand.

"Why so tense?" He asks with a small smile. I close my eyes and slow sigh leaves my lips. I lie on my back and he lays on his side next to me. "I want to fix things between us." "And how do you plan on doing that?" "I know where to start," he says, trailing his hand down to my body to where I needed him most.

He waits for any signal for him to stop but I find myself pulling him in for a kiss. His hand slides into my shorts and cups my heat. I gasp into his mouth as he pushes my panties to the side and sinks two fingers in. My back arches and my grip on his hair tightens while he curls his fingers into my g spot.

I buck my hips against him and find a beautiful rhythm against his fingers. "Atta girl," he praises before shifting down to kiss my neck. I spread my legs to give him more access and I feel his face inching closer and closer to my throbbing core. "P-please, woo." I whimper and he wastes no time pulling off my shorts.

He licks my stripe painfully slow and I groan with annoyance. He sinks his tongue in and drags it along the upper wall, making my legs shake. He rolls and flicks his skilled tongue to the point where I was screaming and clawing at his shoulders. "J-joon woo, I'm cl-"

"I know baby doll, you're such a good girl for me." He spends the last few seconds sucking and curling his tongue on my clit until I went rigid under his touch. He kisses me firmly before laying down next to me and piling me on his chest. "Just so you know, you're on house arrest starting tomorrow."

"How long will it last?" "Until I can trust you again," "Keep doing things like that and that won't be a problem." He chuckles and ghosts a hand over my ass. I look up at him and straddle his waist as his hands hold the sides of my hips.

[malfoys-demigod]

Sudden Craving - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested from anon: “Ahoy again! Oh it's fine, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I was just going to request a mini Spencer Reid smut where reader and Spencer are having sex, after not having had any for a few weeks as they've both been exhausted after cases, at the hotel room, reader is getting changed and Spencer discovers his girlfriend had her nipples pierced since the last time, and he immediately becomes horny, so they have sex. (Obviously don't post this ask if you don't want to)”

Warning: Smut

A/N: I’ve never done smut in my life but I’m giving this a shot. Please bare with the writing and hope you enjoy!

A few weeks without sex felt like years have passed. 

It’s not like you hated your job but recently, life at the Behavior Analysis Unit has been demanding and strenuous. So demanding that Spencer can’t pull you into the supply room for a quickie. So strenuous that whenever the both of you get home, you both go straight to bed to replenish your energies. Neither of you had the energy to kiss each other goodnight as you fall right asleep the minute your bodies touch the bed. 

You both wake up internally groaning. Not because it’s another tiring day, but because you craved for each other. Oh how you missed having enough time to make quick love in the supply room or go home, looking forward to shower sex and eventually continuing it to the bedroom where all your thoughts washed away as the both of you could only think of one thing: sex. 

It was as if it were the first time the two of you made intimate love. 

The very first time it happened, it was quite unexpectant. 

After having creative differences concerning the approach of a case, you were screaming, verbally sparring with each other at home. It surprised you how you managed to hold your anger from the flight back home, the car ride to the office, and the car ride home. But you held all your anger as your body became uneasy and you could feel the blood beginning to boil underneath your skin. 

You yelled, telling him to silence himself to which made him say it back to you. Annoyed and pissed off, you walked away, only for him to grab your wrist, twirling you around, establishing that he was going to be the one to walk away. You forcefully pulled him back, as your chests ended up pressed together which immediately stopped the conversation. Next thing you know, you were kissing. 

Oh it was rough and hot and neither of you dared to stop. There were exchanges of “Fuck you,” as he directed you into the wall, undressing each other. He told you to do your best when you dropped down to the floor to put your mouth in his cock. You knew he’d twitch and fidget so you screwed rapidly as he held you against the wall as he switched to fuck you from behind until you both came. 

Anrgy sex was something you both were good at. 

With the case finished, the team had roughly 3 hours to pack their luggages in the hotel and report back to the jet. You and Spencer, being neat freaks finished in less than 30 minutes, giving the both of you time to change clothes. You decided to give yourself a bath, relaxing your body. As you dried up, you wore your pants and walked to your bed to retrieve your bra and shirt. When you walked by, Spencer stared at your figure, looking at you as if he was trying to finish the last piece to the puzzle. “Don’t look at me as if you’ve never seen me half naked.” you said, laughing. Spencer then stared right at your breasts, realizing he finished the last piece to the puzzle, “You pierced your b-boobs?” he asked, sightly squirming. 

“Yeah, like them?” you nodded, looking at your newly pierced breasts. Spencer walked over to cup his hands on your breasts, giving them a tight squeeze as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. “I missed these.” 

“You can touch them for another 2 and a half hours if you want. We got plently of time.” you shrugged. He uncupped them, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the bed. He was speechless and just pushed you harder on the bed and began kissing you hungrily, recupping his hands on your breasts. His hands then wandered around your body, feeling every inch of you that he could. 

When you started to remove his clothes from his body, his mouth moved from yours and made its way to your neck. He forcefully sucked from the top all the way down to your shoulder. You knew what he was doing to you. He knew you were going to walk out of the hotel room, showing the team your dark bruises lining visible parts of your body. So what?

When all your clothes were removed, he finally went inside of you. He grabbed you close and growled angrily into your ears. Not a single word was spoken but his thrusts were unrushed, slow-moving, and strong. It was the first time in forever since you’ve both done this, as you both looked at each other, which said, “I’m all yours.”

When it was time for him to come, he quickly pulled out, drizzling his cum all over your pussy. He collapsed on your body, breathing massively as you could feel his body sweat. He wrapped his arms around you, softly tracing patterns on your shoulders as he delicately kissed your face, making you feel flustered. 

Spencer finally speaks up, turning his head towards you once again, “I missed this.” 

“Me too, love.” you reply, breathing heavily. 

[specialagentlokitty]

Mark Sloan x reader - Open your eyes

how about mark sloan x reader where they get into a huge fight, and after a few hours the hospital gets a jane for and it takes everyone a lil to realize it’s the reader. you can make the ending as fluffy as you like. (or as angsty as you like. do what makes you happy ) - Anon❤️

You were pacing, anrgy beyond words, you had no clue what you were going to do.

“(Y/N)!” Mark declared happily, “you paged~”

The look you shot him made his smile fall a little, and he rose a brow in question, but didn’t get rid of the flirty, teasing look on his face.

“What the hell mark?!” You hissed.

“What?” He asked innocently.

Scowling, you crossed your arms and pointed to the surgical board outside.

“You rubbed out all my surgeries and replaced them with yours?!”

“My patients needed to be operated on as soon as possible, otherwise they’d be faced with permanent scarring.” He shrugged.

You gritted your teeth, angry tears burnt your eyes.

“And two of my patients died because of that Sloan! One had a ruptured aorta and the other died from heart failure because they didn’t get their surgeries! That’s on you!”

It was Marks turn to glare now, he shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, lifting his chin just a little to make himself seem bigger.

“It’s not my fault that you didn’t get them into surgery quick enough.”

“There were no spaces until today and they weren’t top priority until today!”

“That’s not my fault.” He shrugged.

“So you’re saying it’s mine? Because YOU erased my surgeries and replaced them with yours?”

“Yes. You should’ve have operated on them earlier, even the worst of surgeons would know that.”

You marched up and punched him in the face, making him stumble back, hand flying up to cover his now bloody nose.

“I fucking hate you Mark Sloan!” You yelled storming out.

“You don’t mean that!” He called back.

You stormed out of the hospital and down the path, you weren’t sure where you were going but you just wanted out.

Mark on the other hand, found Cristina, Meredith, Derek and Owen, all who seemed amused at his situation.

“What happened to you?” Derek asked, leading him to a truma room.

“(Y/N)...” mark grumbled.

Behind him, he could hear Cristina whistle, clearly impressed with what you’d done and rolled his eyes.

“What’d you do this time?” Meredith asked.

Mark knew what she meant, he always seemed to piss you off one way or another.

“I swapped her surgeries with mine without telling her because mine were more important.”

Owen whistled, shaking his head in disappointment.

“That’s too far.” He said.

“Hunts right, you went too far this time.” Derek agreed.

“Look, they were just quick surgeries, not even that long!”

“But you know she hates people rearranging her schedule.” Derek sighed.

Mark said nothing, simply wincing as Derek finished cleaning his nose.

“Where’d (Y/N) go?” Cristina asked.

“She stormed off, god knows where. She’s such a child.”

“You love her though.” Derek smirked.

“I do not! I’d never love her!”

“So if she got into an accident or something you wouldn’t care?” Meredith asked.

“Nope.” Mark said, popping the ‘p’.

With that he jumped from the table and left the room, heading back to what he was originally doing before you paged him.

Two hours slipped by and people were getting worried they because they hadn’t seen you, but a road collision between two cars and a bystander walking across the road made him shove that idea to the back of his mind.

Work.

Then you.

“Mark can you see to Jane Doe? She was trapped between both cars, she took massive blunt force all over, truma room 3.” Owen rambled before rushing away.

Mark headed to the room, Bailey, Cristina, Meredith, Alex and Derek were all in there doing different task.

He examined her, taking in her swollen, bloodied face, she was bleeding from all over, and she was missing a huge chunk of skin from her arm.

“She’ll need a skin graft, I’ll take a bit from her leg to cover that with.”

Mark begun to gently press her abdomen, gently shushing her when she whimpered.

“She needs an OR, now, she’s got internal bleeding.”

No one wasted any time rushing her to OR, while bailey and Meredith worked on the bleeding and trying to fix it, Mark worked on grafting skin from the leg into her arm.

“She’s crashing!” Alex yelled.

Everyone started to work on keeping her alive, and after nearly 5 minutes they got her heart working again.

As Mark was quick to graft the skin onto her arm, and shortly after they had found the source of the bleeding and closed it up.

“She might wake up anywhere between a few hours and a few days, she might now wake up at all. We’re just waiting on her CT results to check for any brain damage.” Derek sighed.

They all stood around the bed, they still had no identification for this woman and you were still missing.

“Call (Y/N).” Bailey snapped at Mark, “get her back here.”

Mark rose his hands in defence and stepped out of the room, dialling your number, he waited while it rang, and from the nurses station he could hear a phone buzzing.

When he hung up it stopped.

“Little Grey.” He demanded as Lexie walked past, “go stand by the nurses station.”

“Uhm... okay?”

“Mark, what’s wrong?” Derek asked.

The group all stood there looking at him, and he raised a finger signalling them to wait, and called your number again.

Once again the phone started to ring, and Lexie picked up a small back with items in it. There was your flashing phone, screen absolutely shattered.

“Why would (Y/N)’s phone be in there?” Alex asked.

There was a silence all around, and Meredith paled in realisation.

“I think (Y/N) is Jane Doe...” she breathed, “they found that stuff in her pocket...”

Everyone turned back to the bed where the Jane Doe had be laid down, and Mark refused to believe it.

“It’s not her, it’s not (Y/N) it can’t be. Maybe she just dropped her phone.”

Derek places a hand on his best friends and pat it a few times.

“Is there anything we could use to see if it was her?”

Mark thought carefully, then nodded and walked over to the bed. Pulling out a small torch.

“She had hetrochroma, and eye mutation. Her eyes as two colours (E/C) and (E/C) around her iris.”

He carefully opened one eyes, and flashed the torch on it briefly for a better look.

The torch fell out of his hand, and that confirmed his worst fears.

“It’s her...” he whispered, “it’s (Y/N)...”

Mark just stood, staring down at your battered body. Guilt washed over him and he blamed himself.

“If I hadn’t have changed her schedule she would have got mad... she wouldn’t have left... she.. she wouldn’t..”

Derek quietly shooed everyone away and slipped in, closing the door and the blinds to give the privacy.

He walked over and squeezed Marks shoulder a little.

“I said I wouldn’t care if she got in an accident...”

“You didn’t mean it, we know that.” Derek said softly.

Mark connected eyes with Derek, his own teary, glasses over with unshed tears.

“I love her Derek... I can’t loose her...”

Derek pulled Mark in for a hug, letting him cry into his shoulder. It wasn’t like Mark to cry, Derek had never seen Mark cry, at least not since they were kids.

“Stay with her.”

Mark nodded and pulled away, he pulled up a chair and sat in it, taking your hand in his, paying no mind to Derek leaving the room. His eyes were glued solely on you, and your monitor.

Minutes turnt to hours, hours to days and eventually days into weeks.

Every day Mark went to see you, sometimes he’d sleep in the chair beside your bed, but as you’re physical state improved he started to sleep on the bed with you.

Everyone watched as Mark laid on his side on your bed, his hand playing some strands of your hair as he just watched you.

“If she doesn’t wake up it’ll break him.” Lexie sighed.

“He’s never really had anything to lose, not until now.” Derek explained, “she’s everything to him.”

The only comfort Mark got was the steady rise and fall of your chest, and the steady beeping of the monitor, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more, he needed you to wake up.

“Please don’t die...” he whispered, “I’m so sorry..”

[goldie90]

The day we lost grandpa (and how he came back).

One of the very few things we can actually do with grandpa (besides from watching tv📺, or just sitting next to him and staring at the wall😩) is to go on a walk with him, which is something I really like to do from time to time. I´m never sure if grandpa enjoys the nature around him,🌳🌻🌞🐦 if he appreciates the opportunity to spend a bit time outside and get some fresh air, because there´s simply no way to tell with him, but it´s still a nice way to spend some time with him. I really enjoy these moments and even more so when my dear husband is accompanying us. Then we taking turns with pushing the wheelchair, talking to each other and to grandpa (even though, it´s hard to tell if he´s even listening😅) and Nubbins always takes some pictures📸 of random things like plants🌼 and trees🌲 and sometimes even wild animals🐇🦎🦔 and of course, of me and grandpa. It´s always fun and this time wasn´t any different.

“Smi - smile, grandpa.” Nubbins said, just a second before he took another picture of his grandfather and me together. Unsurprisingly, grandpa didn´t smiled. In fact, he didn´t even looked into the camera. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if he was even awake. The only one who was smiling (well, beside our photographer himself) was me, while I was standing behind grandpa´s wheelchair, my hand on his shoulder, facing the camera directly. I always love to pose for my darling, so of course I immediately agreed when he told me that he wanted to take some pictures of me alone, too. We walked a few steps away from grandpa, to an huge old tree and Nubbins took a few pictures of me leaning against it, before he told me to walk over to another tree, so he could also take some pictures of me there. Then it went on like this for a while. He ordered me from one spot to another, told me to pick some flowers💐and act like I wasn´t even aware of the camera, before he made me pose on a smaller rock for him and so on. While we were busy with our little photo shoot, we walked further and further away from grandpa and at some point we didn´t even thought about him anymore. 

Once my darling decided that he had enough pictures, we stopped and sat down on the rock where I had posed for him before, to look at the pictures together, before we slowly walked back home, hands locked in each others and all the way chatting happily, neither of us realized that we forgot something...

It was only when it was time for dinner and Drayton told Bubba and Chop to go upstairs and get grandpa, that we realized our mistake. Shortly after Drayton send them upstairs, my two brothers in law came back into the dining room, where the rest of us was already settled at the table, both looked pretty confused and when Drayton asked them why they didn´t brought grandpa, Chop just said: “He - he isn´t there.” Next to him, Bubba nodded his head, making some confused noises, while Drayton stared at them in disbelief. “What do you mean, he isn´t there?” he asked, already sounding a bit anrgy. “He is - isn´t in his ro - room.” Chop explained and Bubba nodded again, as if to confirm his words. Now Drayton seemed also confused, while I started to get a little bit nervous. Could it be...? No, that wasn´t possible, or was it? I looked at Nubbins, who returned my gaze, he seemed nervous, too. Chop then turned to us and asked: “Di - didn´t you two to - took him on a wa - walk today? Where is he?” Suddenly all eyes were on us and I exchanged another glance with my husband, while I was feverishly searching my mind for a good explanation. “Well...this is a kinda funny story...” I began, even though I was pretty sure that the family wouldn´t find it all too funny.😰 Next to me, Nubbins laughed nervously. “Ye - yeah, it is. See, grandpa is...umm... well, he...” Drayton interrupted him. “Where is he?” he asked angrily and I could see how his hand reached for the broom.🧹😨 There was no way to get out of this, we had to tell him the truth, even if that meant that we would receive the beating of our lifetime. I looked directly at Drayton and told him a bit sheepishly: “It seems like we forgot him outside.” I didn´t dared to tell him where exactly we left the old man, that it was quite a bit away from our property and that was probably a wise decision, because Drayton´s reaction was already bad enough. He started to yell at us how we could be so irresponsible and demanded an explanation for how it was even possible that we forgot grandpa in the first place. When Nubbins told him that it was because we were busy with taking some pictures, Drayton finally lost it. He grabbed his broom and jumped out of his chair. Nubbins reacted very fast by jumping on his feet as well, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of my chair. “Run!” he yelled and the next second we were both running out of the dining room and into the hallway, with Drayton close behind us. 

We managed to get to the front door and out of the house, without being hit by the broom and when we were out in the yard, Drayton gave it up to chase us and instead stayed on the porch, waving angrily with his broom and yelled at us that we should go and get grandpa and that we shouldn´t even dare to come back without him. I don´t think that I have ever seen him this angry before (which definitely means something), but I have to admit that it was very understandable. We had really fucked up this time and I can´t even describe how guilty I felt about the whole thing.😟 How could we forgot grandpa? The poor old man was completely helpless without us and we had just left him all alone outside for hours. When I thought about it, I had to admit that we would definitely deserve a beating with the broom for this, but of course, I prefered to avoid this. The only good thing about the whole situation was that grandpa wouldn´t be able to move away from the spot we left him at by himself, which meant that we would definitely find him if we just went back there, or at least that was what we thought. 

When me and Nubbins got back to the spot where we left grandpa, we should experience a surprise, because the old man and his wheelchair weren´t there anymore.😲 Needless to say that we were both pretty shocked and also confused about this, because there was simply no way that he moved away from here by himself. For a moment we started to wonder if this was really the right spot, even though we were both pretty sure that it was. But then again, grandpa wasn´t here, so maybe we were wrong after all? We started to search around the area, walked past the trees and the rock where I had posed for my husband only a few hours ago, but grandpa was nowhere to be found. At this point we became both really nervous and therefore we started to search more frantically, hurried through the area and looked behind every bush and tree, while it got darker and darker around us. Nubbins started to call for grandpa and even though I knew that it was pointless, that the old man would neither be able to answer, nor to follow the sound of our voices, I followed his example. At this moment I was simply desperate, so of course I was willed to try almost anything to find grandpa, even if it was completely pointless and maybe even stupid. I could tell that my dear husband was just as desperate as I was, maybe even more so, considering the fact that it was his grandfather who was missing. He even crawled under a small bush while searching for him, but of course, grandpa wasn´t there. At some point, it became too dark to see much and we didn´t had a flashlight with us and so we had no other choice than giving up and walking back home, confessing to the rest of the family that we weren´t able to find grandpa. 

Needless to say that the others weren´t happy about the news. In fact, Drayton immediately started to yell at us again and again we had to run away from him and his broom.🧹😠 Meanwhile Bubba started to cry, he probably thought that he would never see his grandfather again. Chop asked us multiple times and in a quite reproachful way, how we even could have forgot grandpa in the first place and while my husband got pretty defensive and even claimed that it could have happen to anyone, that people forget other people all the time, I didn´t said anything. I knew that there was simply no excuse for what we did. Of course, it was an accident, but an accident that shouldn´t have happened. Once everyone calmed down a bit (which took quite some time), we tried to decide what we should do now. Should we go to the police? The thing was that, because there was simply no way that grandpa rolled away with his wheelchair by himself, we had to consider the possibility that someone had kidnapped him, even though it seemed very unlikely that someone would kidnap an old man. But still, the possibility was there and due to the circumstances, it was maybe one of the most plausible explanations. When we talked about this, Chop got suddenly very excited and said: “It - it must ha - have been the aliens! The al - aliens have abducted him!” He smiles like this was the most amazing thing ever, while the rest of us just rolled their eyes. We were so used to Chop´s endless speeches about stranger life forms in the universe, that none of us even listened anymore when he was talking about this topic again, but right now it was pretty annoying and Drayton had to smack him with the broom to make him stop, even though it didn´t lasted for long, because after a short moment he started to talk about it again.😩 

After discussing for a while, we all agreed that we should firstly go and search for grandpa on our own again, before we would contact the police. We still had the hope, that maybe me and Nubbins had just searched at the wrong spot and that grandpa was still outside there, sitting in his wheelchair and most likely not even aware that he was left behind and so we grabbed some flashlights and went outside. We decided to split and search in two groups. Drayton and Bubba went in one direction, while me, Nubbins and Chop (who was the only one who was willing to go with us) took the opposite way. We searched for almost two hours, but without any success. It was as if grandpa had simply disappeared and at some point, we had no other choice than to accept the fact that we wouldn´t find him, no matter how long we searched and so we went back home, exhausted, disappointed and pretty worried, but still with the slight hope that maybe the other two had more luck than we had. 

They hadn´t, as we realized as soon as we met up with them again. Drayton, and Bubba had also couldn´t find grandpa and Chop was now talking about how this was only logical, because the aliens had abducted him,🛸 and therefore we would of course not be able to find him.🙄 He also said that we shouldn´t be too worried, because the aliens would most likely bring grandpa back to the earth at some point. “They - they always bring the peo - people they abducted ba - back.” he told us proudly, even though no one wanted to listen to him. In fact, he went on with this topic for quite some time, until Drayton smacked him again with the broom to finally shut him up. Then our broom man told us that he would go to the police in the morning, to report grandpa´s disappearing. He wasn´t very fond of the idea, but there was no other option. At this point, it seemed actually very possible that someone had kidnapped our oldest family member and no matter what Chop said, me and the rest of the family were pretty sure that it wasn´t the aliens. So it was simply unavoidable to contact the police, or so we thought.

It shouldn´t come to this, because the next morning something very unexpected happened. We had just finished our breakfast and Drayton was about to drive to the police department to report grandpa as missing. He had one of the pictures of grandpa that Nubbins took the day before with him, so the police officers would know what he looks like. But just when he wanted to leave the house, he suddenly stopped, standing right in the doorframe and called for the rest of us to come over to him. When we did, we couldn´t believe our eyes.👀 There was our beloved grandpa, sitting in his wheelchair👨‍🦽 just in front of the porch steps, like he was never gone in the first place. After staring at him in shock for a moment, we all hurried over to greet him and to make sure that he was alright, Bubba ahead. The youngest Sawyer was so happy to have his grandpa back, that he almost started to cry again, while he kissed the old man´s forehead and simultaneously stroked his shoulder. Meanwhile, Chop got very excited, because he was now absolutely convinced that he was right about his alien abduction theory. “See, I was rig - right, they brought him ba - back!” he said happily, before he started to ask grandpa a bunch of question. He wanted to know what it is like to be on board of a spaceship. If the aliens talked to grandpa and if so, what did they say? Also, did they say something about him? Maybe that they planned to abduct him next? Of course, grandpa didn´t answered any of these questions, but that didn´t kept Chop from asking him again and again, until Drayton gave him a hard smack with the broom and told him to stop bothering grandpa with this nonsense. Then he told me and Nubbins that we should apologize to grandpa, which of course resulted in only me apologizing (also on my husband´s behalf), because Nubbins never apologizes for anything, not even for forgetting his grandfather all alone outside.😅 I´m not sure if grandpa accepted my apology, because he showed absolutely no reaction (most likely he didn´t even noticed that I was talking to him in the first place.😞) But it doesn´t mattered. The only thing that´s really important is that we´ve got our grandpa back, cause even though there´s not much we can actually do with him, even though it is not possible to have a actual conversation with him, our life wouldn´t be the same without him. 

We don´t know how he came back to us and most likely, we will never know. Chop is still convinced that the aliens brought him back. I think it must have been some nice person who, for some reason, prefered to stay anonym, but whoever it was, I think I can speak on behalf of the whole family, when I say that we are more than grateful to them, because of what they did. 

Also, after this whole incident, Drayton established a new rule, which only applies to me and Nubbins. It´s the no - walks - with - grandpa - rule. It says that we are not allowed to take grandpa on a walk, unless another family member accompanies us. It´s a bit sad, because I really liked the walks with the old man, but considering what happened the last time, I have to admit that maybe it´s best that way.😔

[und3rc0ver]

Exhausted (Some Chilumi cuz why not =D )

Haha computer go clicck clack.

After seeing @restlessfandoming writing some awesome fanfics, me -along with my mediocre vocabulary- thought I'll try to make my own. I found Chilumi cuz of their writing, so I think there's no harm in making my own.

P.s: if u read this, ur writing is superior to mine (@restlessfandoming)

(SPOILERS: Events after 1.1 update)

< Part One >

Why is everyone one here so needy?!?! Can’t I just have a break for one single day!?

Lumine - the hero of Mondstat, was tired, exhausted, and breathless. She hadn’t slept on a comfy bed, ate a decent meal, or even sat down and took a couple of breaths for herself for a good month now.

She’d just finished quest after quest, fight after fight, journey after journey. She couldn’t count how many places she visited today. And while it was heartwarming to hear the people’s thank-you’s and receive their rewards during her treks, it wasn’t enough to swing her out of this coma.

To her, it just felt instinctual. She doesn’t even notice it anymore.

And despite being a tad bit oblivious -and dare I say, stupid- at times, the traveller’s guide, Paimon, was the first to pick up on it.

“Oh god, you look more depressed than Diluc!” She joked; but to some extent, she was right. Lumine just shook those words off like some dust off her shoulder, as she ventured through the busy streets of Liyue.

"I'm fine.." Lumine said.

All of these adventures came at a cost: paid usually by time, energy, and patience. But when all was settled, she still hadn’t met all of the Seven, or even found a clue to find her brother.

The thought would immediately drain any happiness she found in Teyvat.

But of all the people she has met, and all the people she has fought alongside and against, only one really caught Lumine's attention.

The Eleventh Harbinger, Childe.

The flipside of a ruthless harbinger being as protective and supportive to anyone was puzzling her. Even after the Harbinger explained his morals and goals, she simply couldn’t fathom the idea of it.

They did have their share of tussles and disagreements, but when is all said and done, they made up rather quickly.

But one thing was for sure; she saw both sides of this coin, and she was intrigued by it.

Besides, seeing Childe being so energetic and silly with Teucer was pleasing to her. It warmed the traveler’s cold and seemingly hopeless heart.

Ah! She stopped at a vantage point overlooking the busy harbour of Liyue. Peering over a thin wooden fence, resting her elbow and head onto the rail.

“Perhaps he’s like a vigilante: he doesn’t seem to like the Fatui’s ideas, but he still is apart of them.”

Lumine was thinking hard, trying to place the right piece in this puzzle.

"It seems like he calls his shots for good results and benefits of his family." She mumbled to herself quietly. She remained puzzled, leaning on the fence, trying to recall what she knew about the Harbinger.

When he wasn't a merciless warrior, Childe was an energetic, and arrogant person: it was these traits that ultimately won over her trust.

However, it was difficult to think about him positively after he tried -and nearly succeeded- to kill her.

But it was not impossible.

Meanwhile, Paimon wasn’t going to just stand there and let the traveler think on an empty stomach.

“UGH,” she groaned, floating right in front of Lumine to obscure her view. “Can we please get something to eat?”

“Okay,” She responded, pulling out a chicken-mushroom skewer.

But like a picky toddler, she pushed the skewer away.

“Do you think I’m gonna eat this garbage again!??” She said furiously, followed up by a small growl from her stomach. “We’ve eaten the same thing for five days straight! Don’t we have like 800 000+ Mora that we can spend?”

At this point, Lumine was too tired to deal with such a small event like this. Pulling a pouch from her bag, she poured some into her hand, and gave it to her hungry fairy-guide.

“Knock yourself out,” She huffed, facing Liyue’s harbour once again. A ship was docking at one of the city’s ports, full of goods and food to trade and sell: which was what stole the traveller’s attention at the moment. It would take a couple of tugs on Lumine’s dress for her to bat an eye at Paimon.

Lumine sighed,

“Not enough?” She asked, looking to snatch the pouch from the guide’s tiny hands.

“Why don’t you come with Paimon?!?! What if someone tries to steal me?!?”

“You’ll be fine..” Lumine answered, “The Millieth will save you anyways.”

“Come on!!” She wailed, tugging Lumine’s arm this time. “Stop thinking about who you want to marry and get me something to eat!!”

The traveler's eyes twitched.

It was this comment that nearly made Lumine explode. Why? It was clear as day that Lumine was quite fond of the people here. Plus, she had an embarrassing habit of staring at people she liked a lot. Anyone observant could see the signs from a mile away. Unfortunately for her, she was just too tired to be anrgy.

“Okay, okay,” she said sluggishly, stretching her arms and letting out a small yawn. “Where do you want to go?”

“I wanna try the Tigerfish from that Chen guy, people say it’s one of the best foods in Liyue!”

So off they went to find Chen, the street food vendor, which was surprisingly easier than Lumine thought.

After a ten minute wait, they arrived at the front of the line, where they were greeted by Chen’s big wide smile. This could’ve been the time where Lumie could treat herself to a little snack; but, she wasn’t hungry, and opted to stay silent.

For now..

“We’ll take four Grilled Tigerfish, please!” She ordered happily. After all, she wasn’t the one to worry about a single expense.

“Alright!” Chen said joyfully. “That’ll be 1520 Mora, please.”

Reaching into the pouch, she pulled out enough to cover the bill, along with a 150 mora tip.

“Say, Traveller,” He looked at the unenergetic Lumine, confused. “Seem a bit down today. Finding your fame in Teyvat to be overwhelming?”

She just laughed it off, taking the grilled skewers from Chen, and passing it to Paimon.

“Well, not really,” she lied.

Because everyone would want the “Hero of Mondstadt” to help them out.

“Just another busy day, full of commissions from all over the place.”

With the transaction now complete, Lumine began to walk towards the Adventurer's Guild to collect her rewards from all those commissions. But a call from a distance pulled her right back to Chen's food kiosk.

“Here,” he smiled, giving her an extra fresh-skewer.

“But shouldn’t I-”

“It’s on the house for today: I insist,” He said kindly. “Seems like you work hard to keep our city in good shape. Take it as a token of appreciation. “

Although it was a kind gesture, Lumine was skeptical of having it: she felt a bit guilty for practically stealing it.

But, if Paimon sees a good deal, she acts quickly.

“Thanks Chen! See you later!!!” She cheered, grabbing the Grilled skewer for herself.

“Anytime,” He replied. “Safe travels!”

“You too..!” Lumine said awkwardly, dragging herself away from Chen's kiosk.

Though she felt guilty at first, she felt pretty good after that kind gesture from Chen. It almost put a smile on the Traveller’s face.

Almost…

While Lumine was traversing through the busy, and colourful streets of Liyue, Paimon -who was starving for the last three hours- inhaled those fish like a vacuum.

Lumine was totally fine with eating her 10th chicken-mushroom skewer today. After all, she liked the plain dish when cooked right: but like Paimon, she too wanted a different taste.

And she, too, wanted to try Liyue’s Grilled Tigerfish.

With a sudden stop next to the Jade-betting kiosk, Lumine gave in, and sighed.

“Got any.. left..?” She asked hopelessly, knowing full-well that there’s probably none left for her anyway.

“Yeah!” The fairy said, holding two skewers of the grilled fish in her hands. “I knew you wanted to try these! They are reeaaally good!!”

One bite, and Lumine loved it. She gulped them down faster than the wind itself! This was a taste that brightened her day: one that made the girl lick the stick to get some more flavour.

Together, they walked around the busy plaza, arriving at the Adventurer's Guild commission board. Both were a bit curious if there were any newer commissions up-for-grabs.

But their luck ran out, and there were none to be seen. Both a shame, but strangely, a relief for Lumine.

I must’ve finished a lot of them. Should get me a decent reward, and maybe a break-

“Hello, traveler,” An all-familiar voice said, drawing the two’s attention. Of course, Kathyrine, the receptionist of Liyue’s Adventurer's Guild branch, was talking to them.

“I assume you’re here for your rewards for today?”

“Yeah..” She admitted.

“Today you completed 8 commissions in Liyue, correct?”

Just as she asked, Lumine slipped eight papers, all signed by each citizen she’d completed a task for.

“Well, it seems that you’ve come prepared,” Kathyrine chuckled. “Here’s your reward.”

The pouch of Mora seemed quite heavy, which Lumine knew would be 60 000 Mora (since each commission would be worth about 7 500 Mora, depending on what an Adventurer would do). It would be enough to buy her a place to stay for a couple of nights.

“Thanks,” Lumine said, gently shaking the pouch of Mora in her hand.

“Actually,” the receptionist continued, “Someone has been causing a lot of trouble near the Golden house. A couple of our adventurers have gone there and came back severely wounded, with one still in hospitality as we speak.”

“Oh,” was all that came out of Lumine’s mouth. She definetely wasn’t expecting a commission there.

“Sorry, where was it again?” Lumine asked.

“I believe this person would be in or around the Golden House.”

“Okay,”

That certainly rang a bell in the traveler's mind.

“As one of our more… experienced members, would you like to take a look and see what’s happening?”

Of course, Lumine wasn’t the kind to back down. It was this trait of hers that helped her save Mondstadt.

“Will do,” She responded.

And off she went to investigate the Golden House.

* * * * *

“You sure you don't want to come in too?”

“I think it’s better for Paimon to sit this one out.”

Once they reached the enterncenof Teyvat's Mora stash, Paimon decided to disappear into her own little world, leaving Lumine alone once again. But she wouldn’t be alone for long, because the feelings of fatigue, and nausea were slowly creeping towards the traveler. Once she cracked the door open enough for her to slide through, she tip-toed her way inside, trying her best to not reveal her presence. But for today, luck was definetely not on her side.

Out of nowhere, an electro-blade flies right next to her neck, begging to pierce Lumine’s skin. But she did not flinch a single bit. She just looked dead-pan into the eyes of the culprit:

Childe.

“I see you’ve come back for a rematch, eh?” He said slyly, letting his blade de-materialize from his hand.

“And you are here to cause some more trouble?” She countered, slowly walking towards the Harbinger: a deep, serious look at Tartaglia's lifeless eyes.

“I guess you can say that,” He admitted, now twiddling with his water blades. “Some have told me you're a workaholic now. No?”

“What makes you say that?” Lumine questioned, sword in hand.

“I’m a Fatui!” He laughed, gesturing towards the ceiling. “I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

At this moment, something weird was happening to Lumine. She felt nauseous, and tired all of a sudden: that burst of energy from having the Tigerfish was now depleted. She felt like her usual-self, or at least the one she presents to most people that meet her.

But worse.

She felt vomit from her throat, and judging on how relatively lumpy the texture was, it probably was those Chicken-mushroom-skewers she’d eaten for the last ten days.

Despite all of it, she still stood tall in front of the Harbinger, not letting herself give in just yet.

“So,” Tartaglia teased, wielding his signature bow. “Are we just going to stand here and look pretty, or are we going to fight?”

She wanted to say yes: she wanted to beat him convincingly: she wanted to assert her dominance.

But her body held her back.

And when the battle began, she dropped her sword right next to her feet, unable to hold it properly anymore.

“Ah, guess you don’t need a sword to beat me?” He said, his weapon hanging at his side. “I like your confidence, Ojou-chan.”

The name rolled off his tongue in a way that made Lumine flustered.

Still, with little energy left in her, she used Anemo energy to retrieve her weapon, and fought fiercely.

Punch for punch.

Block for block.

Blade for blade.

With his bow, Childe released a horde of arrows right at Lumine, but she effortlessly danced past all of them. Imidietaly, she changed a ball of wind to fire, but a slick move from the Harbinger made Lumine look silly.

It was mezmarizing watching the two go at it.

After a very intense skirmish, the two broke apart from each other, taking a small moment to breathe.

For Childe, he regained his strength to fight once again.

But Lumine had a trick up her sleeve.

And all-or-nothing, last-resort move, she had never tried before.

With the last game of energy left in her, she rushed towards the Harbinger, zooming past everything Childe threw at her.

And when the time was right, she tackled him to the ground, catching him off-guard

Luck seemed to finally be in her favour.

But not for long.

* * * * *

"Uh, boss..?" A mysterious, light voice said, panting heavily.

"What..?" Another voice -a little deeper in tone- replied.

"The Millieth are on the scene as we speak, I just got out of there without being seen."

The deeper voice laughed hysterically.

"Millieth? You pathetic coward. I guess I'll have to find it myself-"

"N-NO WAIT!" The light voice pleaded, "there's no need: I found a pattern on the floor, that may interest you."

The darker voice stood tall, looking down to his inferior.

"And what might that be..?" The darker voice snapped, holding the other by their collar.

"There's-There's a pool on the floor."

The boss dropped his co-worker from his grasp, leaning back in his throne.

"What was it…" He said, aggravated.

A pause came from the co-worker, leaving the boss on the edge of his seat.

"WHAT WAS IT!?!" He screamed furiously.

"B-b-blood and v-vomit, and some water.. sir.." The lighter voice whispered.

The boss smirked, twiddling a small dagger in one hand.

"Blood you say?" He asked curiously, leaning close to hear the other's response.

"Y-yes M'lord!!"

"... Good…"

Idk when I'll write pt.2, but thanks for reading anyways.

[deepmagician]

Chapter 21: Townies

Good cover page this time.

Luffy having a victorious nap after a victorious feast. The tiger has a great face, too. These random cover pages of characters performing some sort of activity with an animal are called Animal Theatre, and in future some cover pages have a bit more significance to story and such, but most of them are like this.

Nami’s sticking around, for now! Having Luffy secure Buggy’s booty, which she estimates to be easily worth 10 million berries, has made him rise a bit in her estimation. Luffy’s sad that Shanks’s hat is damaged, but it’s still wearable, plus Buggy definitely paid for it. Nami gives him a bag of treasure to carry, but he’s got other priorities: Zoro’s been sleeping off those stab wounds down the street all through that Buggy fight.

It’s true, Zoro’s got a lot of stamina and endurance, comparable to Luffy despite Luffy literally being made of rubber. Nami’s right to have a comedy reaction. The townsfolk finally arrive and want to know what’s happened here- the mayor’s unconscious, and they’re not happy.

Ah, yes. Honest Luffy cannot tell a lie, or more accurately he doesn’t see the point. Why would he lie? The Orange Town citizens are anrgy, and Nami begs Luffy not to tell them they’re pirates. He tells them immediately, of course.

At least Zoro sees the funny side. Luffy and pals flee, Nami carrying one bag of treasure and Luffy carrying Zoro and the other bag. Nami’s mad, but Luffy knows the townsfolk are good people who just care about their mayor.

The good boy Chou-Chou holds the pursuers back, knowing that Luffy’s a good person as he avenged the burning of his owner’s store. A good deed comes around.

Luffy’s impressed by Nami’s boat, but to be fair he and Zoro were sailing the seas on basically a rowboat. We saw the story of how Nami’s ship entered her possession in Chapter 8, when she stole it from a trio from Buggy’s Crew, who by the way are called the Tightrope Walking Funan Bros. They helped Zoro get to Orange Town, after Zoro ‘convinced’ them that trying to steal his boat was a bad idea. And would you look at that, here they are! Having seen their ship moored at the island, they waited to take it back from Nami and teach her a lesson. 

Well, instead of getting their ship back, they perform some great reactions and swim away rather than deal with Zoro again. Back with the townsfolk, Mayor Boodle has woken back up and found out that Luffy and friends survived and therefore deafeated Buggy.

He’s angry! At them, for knocking him out, but also at his citizens for chasing , away their saviours. He rushes to the docks, arriving just as our heroes push away. In tears, he can’t thank them enough for saving not just him but his town.

Boodle’s this grateful, and that’s even before we find out that Luffy left his bag of treasure there on the docks for him. You can even see it in that panel, by the left speech bubble. Nami’s furious, but she gets over it quickly, as the friends laugh and sail onwards.

The narration promises the good times won’t last, though...

 And that’s the end of Orange Town! We got the introduction of Nami, some character stuff for Luffy and Zoro, and our first real fights. Captain Morgan and Alvida don’t dount as fights since they were completely one sided. Still really enjoying this re-read, and glad I got back in. Let’s keep the One Piece rolling!

[asharinhun]

Old friends

Samantha let out a content sigh after emptying what remained in her keg with one big gulp. People could say whatever they wanted, but there was no better way to numb pain than some quality beer. Luckily for her, there were only a few patrons at The Golden Keg, meaning Sam could keep the table at the corner all for herself. One leg propped up on one of the chairs, she tried one last futile effort to wipe a few locks away, but her hair was stuck to the right side of her face. It couldn’t be helped, she was still soaking wet thanks to the downpour and the time it took her to hobble to the establishment.

“Two more rounds, please!” Sam called once the waitress was close enough to hear without shouting and winced. Biting back a curse, she looked down at the culprit, her right arm resting in a makeshift sling, the best she could do given the circumstances. “There goes my mood... but it was worth it.” The words were barely more than a whisper, meant only for herself.

***

Not even half an hour before, Samantha was cointing the gold coins in her purse one-handed, doing her best to ignore the cacophony of the spectators and investors as another bout was over in the Brawler’s Guild. It was not even midday yet, the morning hours perfect to winnow out the ‘fresh meat’, to get a better grasp which new fighters had any potential or were doomed to obscurity or laughing stock.

Sam was lucky to be here in the first place, a member took notice of her the previous night in the inn she was staying at after she broke the jaw of a fellow too free with his hands. He was so impressed that she received the invitation right after, allowing her entrance if she wished so. It was one of the easiest choices recently, she needed the money.

After the fall of Gilneas, she was just one of the refugees along with her mother, her status as a minor noble gone for good. The night elves offering shelter were nice people, but while it was enough for her mother, Sam wanted revenge. She even had the perfect means: the curse of the worgen. Combined with her prior training, she hoped the boost of her worgen form would be sufficient to join the army, facing the Forsaken would be only a matter of time after that.

Taking what coin she could bring without inconveniencing her mother, Samantha took a ship to Stormwind to submit her application at the nearest recruiter, but didn’t expect the process would take so long and she was running low. The Brawler’s Guild was the perfect opportunity for swift gains.

Sam’s opponent was a big man, but he was quick for his size as she soon found out as his plated knuckles sent her head reeling, the edge of the metal  leaving a nasty cut barely missing the corner of her right eye. The terrible start ignited her rage like adding fuel to the fire and she transformed.

The match was a close call and it left her battered, but she won. She won and raked in more coins than she could hope for. It turned out her opponent was a regular, and drawing him as an opponent was the nightmare of newcomers. hence her obviously terrible odds. After she made sure not a single piece of gold was missing, Sam sat to watch the other fighters, it took time for her non-dominant hand to turn her scarf into a sling without help, the investors were not too happy so she wisely didn’t ask any of them for aid.

Some regulars were starting to pop up as well, and that’s when she spotted him. His beard was longer, his hair a mess and he sported a scar running from just above his lips to his chin, but there was no doubt in her mind: the man stepping into the arena was none other than Gerrard Kingsley, another minor noble from Gilneas and her friend. “Bastion, huh? So he even has a nickname...” Sam muttered and -led by the sudden impulse- she bet some of her winnings on his victory. His odds were a lot better, so her gains would be less, but the Gerrard she knew would win. He didn’t disappoint her.

It was pretty much a one-sided pummeling, Gerrard didn’t even take on his worgen form no matter how his opponent taunted him. A pity. She really wanted to see how other worgen fought and maybe even learn a trick or two. Oh well, there’s always next time.

What Sam didn’t expect was when Gerrard walked past, she only received a cold glance in reply to her greeting, not even a word or a gesture. He just left, plain and simple, leaving a fuming Samantha behind.

***

“To ignore me like that, what a rude bastard! He should have returned the greeting at the very least!” Sam hissed, earning a confused look from the waitress. “Sorry, please ignore my outburst.” She apologised before adding “Men.” as if that word explained everything. Given the lady’s sympathetic smile and her nod, it did. That, or she simply took pity on Sam’s sorry state.

At least noone bothered her yet with questions she was unwilling to answer. A fresh wave of pain from her right ankle prompted the worgen to start on one of the kegs before glancing down at the offending limb. “Bahh, I knew it was a mistake to pull off the boot, no way I can put it back on. Now I’ll have to hop, damn it...” She muttered as she carefully ran the fingers of her good arm over the bare skin of her swollen foot.

She was too caught up in her plight that she took no notice of the hooded man entering the inn, until he was suddenly standing over her. “Who’re you and what do you want?” Samantha asked unkindly, still holding onto the small hope the guy would leave her alone, she was in no  state to fight.

“Hello, Samantha.” The man greeted, pulling down the hood and got rid of his wet coat. It was Gerrad.

“You! To think you had the nerve-”

“Stop making a scene Sam, and listen well.”

His eyes blazed like molten gold, but it was his tone that made her back off. There was a hardness, a ruthlessness to it that she never heard before.

“Alright, say what you want then fuck off.” Samantha was annoyed at her defeated reply, only the cursing made her feel slightly better.

“Haahh... Seriously, you’re always either serene or furious. You really need to find that balance, you know.” Gerrard sighed, the edge gone from his voice. His was like his old self she knew well. “You managed to surprise them today, but you need to seriously consider your strategy if you insist on going back.” He added, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“I won, and that’s what matters.” Samantha huffed a sulky reply. “Why did you ignore me then, since it’s obvious you recognised me.”

“Look, there is a reason I already count as a regular. I spend most of my days there and do nothing but fight. The money is decent if you win, but those are deep waters you don’t want to dive into recklessly. I did, and have to live with the consequences. What happens down there stays there, but the investors have excellent memory and connections.” The male worgen paused letting his words sink in. “You get it now, don’t you?”

Samantha exhaled slowly, massaging her temple. “Yeah... I think I do. Good thing I don’t plan of showing up too often, but needed the coin.”

“That’s for the best.” Gerrard replied and reached after his keg, nodding his thanks to the waitress. “And what are your plans?”

“I already submitted my application to the army, but it’s been over a week and still no reply, and the rent of the room isn’t cheap. You’d think they need more soldiers now than ever.”

“The idea is good, you’ll receive the necessary basic training and the pay is decent. If you also work on your control over those feral instincts and your rage, you’ll be quite effective.”

“Hah, you surprise me. Most men would try to discourage me, yet you’re giving me pointers.” Sam snorted in reply.

“I think everyone has their right to get revenge, so why would I discourage you from that? Just make sure those damn forsaken receive the pointy end of your sword, and you avoid theirs.”

Samantha couldn’t reply for several seconds. “... Is it that obvious?”

“I know that fire in your eyes. I see it everytime I look into a mirror, the flames of vengeance burn bright. I chose the path of a mercenary instead less restrictions there, but I’ll make sure those bastards whill pay.” Gerrard responded with a sad smile. “While we are at that, show me that cut. It looked like it barely missed your eye. You had me worried there.”

“I’m fine.” Sam spoke the words automatically, but knew she fooled noone if her arm and ankle were any indication. “Alright, alright...” She finally pulled her hair away from her right cheek with a wince, revealing a long, anrgy red scratch right at the corner of an impressive shiner. She could still open the eye almost halfway despite the swelling if she wanted to, but it would take too much effort and pain so she simply kept it shut. “See? Nothing I can’t handle.”

“What I see now is that we will go and get you to a healer once we’re out of drinks. It’s probably already too late for that, but a priest is still your best bet if you want to avoid scarring.”

“Who cares about a scar or two. I will have more while in the army anyway.”

“That’s true, but they might think twice about letting you join if they see you in your current state.”

“Damn it, you didn’t lose your silver tongue, Gerrard.” Sam sighed once more. “Alright, consider me convinced... though I will need your shoulder to lean on while hopping. Damn sure I won’t put any weight on that foot.”

“I can give you a piggyback ride if your arm can suffer it, or there’s always the princess-bride as a last resort.”

“Youuu...” Oh, how she wanted to wipe that satisfied smirk off his face. “I’m tempted to take my chances on my own.” Sam rolled her eye before adding “Carrying me on your back will suffice, I don’t think my dignity would survive the bridal style.”

Gerrard just chuckled and nodded. He lifted his keg and knocked it against the one in Samantha’s hand. “For our revenge on the forsaken.”

“For our revenge.” Sam toasted as well, a feral grin of satisfaction on her face.

[diamondcamefromhell]

Jaskier x Fem!Reader pt.4

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

This is second to last part, meaning part 5 will be the last (will post it later today!) as I dont want to drag it out any longer than it needs to be, and I am quite happy with how it’s winding down now. I also just wanted to thank you all for being so lovely and supporting my writing, it means so much to me, and I cant wait to post more!

Requests are open  [Not just for Jaskier, I can do any of the Witcher characters, as well as some of other fandoms, feel free to ask me if you want something else; nothing is off limits, apart from smut!]

Warnings: Swearing, arguing.

Word Count: 2,191

The night came, and as Jaskier cuddled his lute, I stared out into the night sky. We were so close to the dragon, tomorrow we will face the beast.

Borch, Vea and Tea cross my mind, as I feel a sting of guilt wrap around me. I didn’t even try to chat with them, and the old man tried to be kind to me. He told me I already have bard’s heart. I guess he was right. I wish I could thank him. I sit next to sleeping Jaskier, running my hand through his hair – he grunts in his sleep. I cant help but smile, settling for a night near him.

I am woken up when Jaskier shakes me. My eyes shoot open and for a second I am blinded by the daylight. He’s stuttering something but I can’t quite understand what, so I just jump on my feet, to see an empty camp. Everyone left. Without us.

Great.

We rush down the mountain, going around seemingly frozen in place dwarves, but by the time we reach the cave, it seems pretty clear the fight is already over. And I see Borch, a long with his warrior companions. What happened here?

“You’re alive.” Jaskier voices my thoughts, gasping at the old man and the girls. He offers us both a kind smile, but not an explanation.

“I am so glad you are okay.” I say, feeling like weight has just been lifted off my chest.

“I am glad you stopped worrying.” Borch winks at me, making me blush. Jaskier doesn’t seem to notice as he’s already pulled out his little note pad, and is grilling Vea and Tea about all the details.

“Thank you for that.” I say, genuinely meaning it.

Borch nods, walking towards Geralt and Yennefer, who are standing near a cliff edge, conversing, from what I can tell. I leave bard alone too, peaking in a cave, to see a beautiful green dragon next to a gold egg. My heart beats faster, as I stare at the beast.

It’s absolutely beautiful.

I am, however, taken back, when I hear Yennefer angry yell, I look back just in time to see her rush off. I never seen Geralt look angrier, as Jaskier tries to tell him something. I am too far away from them to hear, but when Witcher yells, I hear every single word.

“Dammit Jaskier! Why is it that whenever I find myself in a pile of shit it’s always you! Shoveling it.” I begin approaching the Witcher, not sure what my plan is. “The Child Surprise, The Djin, all of it. If life could give me one blessing it would be to take you off my hands.”

I am still too far away to hear what Jaskier says, but I can see his pain from here, as he walks away, shaking ever so slightly. I rush to Witcher now.

“Have you lost your shit, Geralt?” I hiss at him, but he ignores me. “That was uncalled for, you idiot!”

“Oh fuck off.” He glares at me now as I cross my arms.

“No, fuck you, Geralt. Jaskier has been your friend through all the shit you gotten yourself into.” I begin to shake now. “And that’s how you repay him? Hurting his feelings, blaming it all on him. Take a look in the mirror if you are looking for a scapegoat.”

“Listen, Y/N, I am not in a mood for any of your stupid lectures.” He takes a step towards me, and for the first time I am genuinely scared of him. “I don’t need another person shitting on my life. Go to your bard and leave me alone.”

“Right.” I take a step back, trying to hide my hurt. “Well, I wish you well, Witcher.”

My voice breaks at the end, as I twist on my heel, rushing off. I see Borch trying to approach me, but I put my hand up, letting him now that now I am not in a mood for any of it. I look for Jaskier, to see him nearing a cliff edge.

I rush to him.

“Jaskier.” My voice is still shaky, but I try to hide it. For him. “Jaskier, look at me.”

“Y/N.” He glances at me, and I see him rip out a piece of paper from his journal, however before he can throw it, I grab his hands.

“Don’t.” I say softly, managing to control my voice. Jaskier looks at our hands. “Write it. Sing it.”

I see a hint of surprise in his eyes. Maybe he didn’t think I knew what he was trying to do, but I could tell he was hurt. He didn’t want to write this song, as it would forever bring sour memories of Geralt snapping at him.

But I knew this ballad would be one of the best. I knew he needs to cling to it, cling to the slain dragon. I know that in a long run, it will bring him more joy than pain.

He sighs, putting the paper in his journal, safely closing it. His gaze is still on the horizon. I don’t know how to comfort him. I shoot a glance to see that Witcher has already began his leave too – I cant see him.

“Let’s go back. You have a story to tell.” I say, forcing a cheerful voice, but Jaskier isn’t buying it.

“I heard what he said to you.” He says as we begin to walk.

“Yeah, well. It doesn’t matter.” I say, bravely. I steal a glance at the bard, he looks heartbroken. “I heard what he said to you. Part of me wanted to push him off the damn cliff, part of me knows that no matter what he says, you will always care about him. A lot.”

“Someone has to.” Jaskier’s voice is hushed, quiet. I almost don’t catch his words.

“I don’t think he meant what he said about you, Jaskier.” I sigh. “He’s simply scared, looking for someone to blame for his own mess ups.”

“Maybe he’s right.” His tone breaks my heart, and I cant bear to look at him. “Maybe I am just bad luck.”

“The great bard Jaskier could never be bad luck.” I argue, still not being able to look at him. “And bad things tend to happen to good people. It’s just the way life works. It’s a big pile of not fair shit.”

“You really think so?” I now glance at him, smiling. Our eyes meet and he in return, offers a small grin.

“How many times have you seen bad shit happen to bad people?” I ask, but before he can answer, I continue. “Point being, you and Geralt are both good. So of course bad shit happens. And sometimes, it’s just destiny. And we all know that you can’t run from destiny, even if Geralt tries to.”

“But he really wants me out of his life.” I scoff to that.

“We all want you out of our lives from time to time, you’re a bard Jaskier.” He giggles and I feel like I could cry. “Your job is to be annoying. It was just a bad moment of tension, and he voiced that passing thought. He didn’t mean it, I am sure of it. I bet he already misses your singing.”

“Toss a coin to your Witcher,” he begins as I frown, gently nudging him.

“I still hate this song, Jaskier.” He gives me a genuine smile, taking my arm in his.

“Just so you know, Y/N, Geralt didn’t mean what he said to you either.” Jaskier sighs as I hang my head low, barely being able to hold back my emotions. “He loves you as much as Witcher is capable of loving someone. As a little sister, of course.”

“He’ll come around.” I cant hide my voice shaking anymore, and in response, bard squeezes my arm. “We will have to be patient and wait.”

“I guess I will write that song. And sing it.” He offers me a smirk, and I blink my tears away. “And when Geralt hears it, he will rush back to us.”

“Probably to punch you.” I tease, and Jaskier laughs.

“Yes, probably that.” He agrees.

Although our steps feel lighter, the sadness still lingers. We can only make each other feel so much better. I may believe his words, and he may believe mine, but Witchers anrgy voice still echoes in my head. And I bet he is not able to get it out either.

At least we have each other, to cling to, as a beam of hope. Something physical to hold when pain is too much.

I hate to admit it, but I did begin to care about Geralt a lot too. He tried to be and look mean but he always truly cared about us. We were nearing Roach levels of care, and that’s a big accomplishment. I did wonder what happened to make him snap like that.

I remember Yennefer rushing away from him. She also looked hurt. Angry. Mighty Witcher is having a bad day.

“I hope Geralt’s okay.” I voice my concerns, and Jaskier hms in agreement. “There seemed to be a quarrel between him and Yennefer too.”

“There was.” Bard sighs, as we continue up the hill. “He seems to went on a streak, seeing how many people he can hurt in ten minutes.”

“I’m sorry he hurt you.” Jaskier giggles, but it doesn’t feel genuine. I can still hear sadness ring in it.

“We bards thrive on pain. It’s our creative muse.” He winks at me. “Right after you, of course.”

“Finding beauty even in the ugliest things.” Jaskier chuckles.

“Nothing is ugly, if you look at it right.” I agree with that, to an extent. No matter how I looked at Geralt’s words, they were still ugly.

It took us three days to reach Sky. Three days of quietness. I was worried about Jaskier, he hasn’t picked up his lute even since the dragon. I tried to bring any attention to it, clinging to his arm, in case he falls through an invisible trap.

I am not surprised to not see Roach, however still sad. I miss the horse as much as I miss Geralt. I go hug Sky, my black stallion who happily neighs when he sees me.

“I missed you, buddy.” I hiss his cheek. “Did Roach keep you good company?”

“Imagine if one day, he actually responded.” Jaskier jokes, and I giggle. “Y/N?”

“Yes?” I say, pulling away from the horse, but still petting him with one hand.

“What do you want to do now?” My heart sank. Jaskier and I sort of just always followed Geralt. Wherever he went, we tagged along as two annoying companions. And I don’t know the Continent at all, I had no idea where we even were.

“I…” I swallow a lump that’s stuck in my throat. “I don’t know.”

“I have an idea.” He comes closer to me, taking my free hand and squeezing it. I see fire in his eyes, like he’s finally beginning to awaken again. “We could look for home. Try to figure out what it is for us. If it’s a building or…”

“Or what?” I ask when he goes quiet for a few seconds. He picks up his lute, springing it back to life.

“I am looking for a home // where I’ll find it,  I don’t know // in the forest, far away, // or in your arms may be my place.// Will I build it with my hands, // will I find it by myself // am I looking for a building, // will it be that simple?//”

I stare at him, prancing around again. The Jaskier I know, the one who sings about everything and anything. I lean on Sky, adoring the man I fell in love with.

“I am ready for adventure, // take my hand, you’re coming too, // north and south  we must explore, // drinking, dancing all night long. // Finding castles and the taverns, // different towns and different patterns, // all is simple, all is great, // maybe home is not a place. // We will find it, I promise you, // just grab your horse, we’re riding soon // into the sunset and the sunrise, // we’ll look for home, until we find it.”

Jaskier lands the last note, and I applaud his singing. He beams, walking towards me, landing a sweet sweet kiss on my lips. I am surprised by the sudden approach, but I don’t mind it.

He climbs on Sky, offering me a hand. I untie the horse first, and then jump behind him. I allow Jaskier to hold the reigns this time, not wanting to bring him down from his high, as he ushers the horse. Sky neighs in response, happy to finally be able to move freely.

We ride into the forest, as Jaskier keeps humming the song he just came up with. With my hands around his waist, I can rest easy.

But the Witchers words still find a way to creep in.

PART FIVE [FINALE]

[voltronauta]

How does Sofía realize her dad is still in love with Shiro?

It happens during a new arm test-run for Shiro! 

As you know, when they return Shiro only has one arm so the Garrison engineers and Pidge and Hunk start working in a new arm for him and the first two attempts at creating the arm are unsuccessful because they aren’t able to connect it to him (they can put it on but it does nothing. And there’s this theory that maybe his body is rejecting it but that’s not quite it, since just… nothing happens. No rejection but no acceptance either, it’s just a limp robot-arm).

Because of this, they decide to just create an exact copy of the first arm, which they “for sure” know it’s going to work. And they install it and yeah, it works. It’s not an upgraded version, but it does its job so they let it be.

And a normal day Pidge, Keith and Shiro (as well as other people idk) at a common area or smth (like, probably having lunch at a cafeteria and obs Sofía and Adam are there because everybody eats there) and suddenly Shiro starts with pain in his robot-arm and he’s like “I’m fine” but it grows worse and worse and then he’s screaming in the most agonic pain and Keith’s like “cut the damn arm off!” and Pidge is like “NO! It’s connected to his brain! We could hurt him! We need to turn it off first!” and Keith is like “I already cut his arm once!” and Pidge is like “Yeah and how did that work?” referring to that almost killing Shiro for good and so she starts working at the arm but she’s not an engineer, you know, she’s a programmer, and she yells at Keith to go get Hunk (who’s probs chilling w Lance somewhere else) but Keith doesn’t want to leave Shiro alone in so much pain so he makes eye contact w Adam before running out of the room and Adam immediately crouches down (because Shiro is on the floor because of the pain) and  grabs his face and starts talking sweet nothings to him and is like “hey, look at me” but Shiro won’t look to consumed with pain and Adam is like “Kashi, look at me” and Shiro immediately looks because Adam called him Kashi! (I headcannon that Adam called him “Takashi” only when it’s serious shit and “Kashi” on a regular basis) And Adam keeps talking like “Kashi, you’re going to be okay. You’re the strongest person I know. You’re gonna be okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you” all while running his hands through his hair and with the sweetest voice and then the rest of the gang arrive and Hunk and Pidge turn the arm off and take it off safely and Shiro is like “You called me Kashi” before he passes out from exhaustion.

And Adam is like “You dumbass” but leans down to press his forehead against Shiro’s and he’s crying and then someone takes Shiro to the infirmary and Adam’s eyes never leave his limp body until he disappears outside of the room.

And then immediately he remembers Sofía (who witnessed it all) and goes to her and he’s like “are you alright?” because he knows that was probably a lot for a little kid to see. And Sofía is in fact shook about all of that but she only asks is Shiro is going to be okay and Adam tells her that yes, that he will and it isn’t until late at night when Sofía is trying to sleep that she processes everything that happened that day that she realizes just how truly much her dad cares for Shiro and how much the other man’s cares for her dad and she immediately swears to try and get them together (this happens after she talks w Allura).

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I forgot to add: the reason why Shiro’s body rejects the new arm is not random. I always thought that the Black Bayard would take the form of Shiro’s arm (I mean, come on! You introduce a character that has only one arm and a magical tool that can take any form! What on Earth did you expect me to think? I was so anrgy that didn’t happen).

Anyways, so since he happened a lot of time inside the Black Lion and in this story he IS the ultimate Black Paladin, the fused quintessence of his and the time he spent inside the Lion recognize him as the ultimate Black Paladin and that he will eventually return to the Black Lion and use the bayard that will eventually become his arm. So basically his quintessence is like “this isn’t the bayard. Sashay away” when they try new arms. The reason it took a bit longer fot the other arm is that it was “more compatible” because it was just like the old one, but eventually his quintessence recognized it as a intruder and rejected it.