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[dragonfireridge]

The Fighter

The Dragon stood in her small cell. 

Her feet were locked up in inch-thick chains. Her hands were bound with reinforced handcuffs. She wore a strong steel muzzle that she had no hope of breaking through.

Uncomfortably, the Dragon shifted on her feet. Not too long until they’d let her down now.

The Dragon had been in this cell, in those chains, for about 33 years.

She was the champion of the Bloodrush Vendetta Ring. She had won THOUSANDS of fights. She had killed. She had maimed. She had been maimed herself.

And through all of it, she had been a slave.

Never once ever being allowed outside to play and frolic. Never once had she been able to eat anything besides dry, crumbly, tasteless MREs.

Dragon’s whole life was the arena, her training, and this cell. There was only a sad, pathetic definition of play in her mind, and it involved yelling people hurling sharp things at her.

Her tired, dulled eyes flicked to stare at the wall, and once again, Dragon allowed herself to be lost in her thoughts. It was here, in these semi-awake dreams, that her subconscious mind was undeniable.

Deeply, she yearned for something more, beyond her black cell, beyond her chafing cuffs. She longed for more than endless fighting, every day, the same dry, tasteless stuff she was made to eat for sustenance.

The Dragon stood awhile, lost in her dreaming.

To her, it was the only way those dreams could ever come true.

[raurquiz]

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Oh my goodness this was so much fun!

1. Try Losing One

After a big fight, Hangman takes a drive to clear his mind. A song that comes on the radio fits perfectly. (Part one) 

2. Pay Attention

Ice needs something to fiddle with. Braiding your hair seems like a good idea.

3. For My Daughter

When Bradley rushes home from training, Maverick follows him and discovers something he never would have guessed. Bradley has a daughter.

4. Summer Breeze

Jake shows you the perfect spot to escape the California summer heat.

5. Know You Better

Rooster knows that you only drink green tea when you’re feeling anxious.

[nekoannie-chan]

Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge Masterlist

This is the masterlist of all the lovely submissions for my 1K writing challenge, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Thanks for participating! Sending you lots of love.

💜 Second thoughts (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter

              Warnings: mentions of near death, hydra, some swear words.   

💜  When you are old (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nana1000night @1000night

              Warnings:  body insecure, chubby female reader,  friends to lovers, implied smut.

💜 Last bouquet (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @azulatodoryuga​

              Warnings: Little sad.

💜 By the sword (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @crushedbyhyperbole​

              Warnings: Fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, heart-swelling wholesome goodness, bit of flirting, kissing, balloon weapon violence .

💜 Pursuit (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fluffyprettykitty​

              Warnings: Swearing, violence, manipulation, guns.

💜 I promise (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie​

            Warnings: Light Angst, Happy Ending.

💜 I'll wait for you (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @azulatodoryuga​

            Warnings: Little sad, mention of smut.

💜 Último ramo (Lorna Dane X Lectora) by @azulatodoryuga

              Advertencias: Un poco triste.

💜 Te esperaré (Jack Rollins X Lectora) by @azulatodoryuga​

              Advertencias: Un poco triste, referencia de smut.

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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

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[daletraesp]

Letra de la canción “The Fight” de Avenged Sevenfold

[daletraita]

Guarda il testo della canzone “The Fight” di Avenged Sevenfold

[dragonfireridge]

The Fighter Page 2

The Dragon dreamed. For her, the dreaming went on and on and on until—

CLICK. CLICK. CLACK-CLACK-CLANK.

Her wrist restraints clicked, and he muzzle came off from the wall. With a sigh of relief, Dragon quickly laid down, resting her head on her shackled wrists.

Finally.

Her shackles—something she thought of as completely normal—had an unlock timer. They’d give her room to sit, then to stand. Dragon knew the schedule well enough to follow it by now.

Over the course of the next few hours, Dragon laid in her cell in silence, lost within the comforts of her own brain.

It was only when no Handlers came to feed her, that Dragon started to realize something was off. So, she twisted. She listened. She strained against her shackles.

And she looked, constantly, for any possible change.

After a while, soft, faint noises began to catch Dragon’s attention. Slowly, she lifted her head towards the sound.

It was a few of the younger fighters, she realized. Some of the odd ones. Some of the ones who she’d fought, and beaten, over and over again. One of the ones who… didn’t… have a home here yet?

These fighters weren’t given shackles and food and their own home. The Dragon guessed they still had to work at it?

She had no idea that, as soon as they unlocked her door, the world was about to change forever.

[daletrafra]

Voir les paroles de la chanson “The Fight” de Avenged Sevenfold

[hearthstonehallhq]

Encontrará o novo barão de Sondes em: @milles-joseph

⋅ ⋅ -ˋˏ➸ Welcome to our new arrival! Os jornais estão alvoroçados com a chegada de Lord Joseph Milles, o Barão de Sondes. { @wngdsrphs a outra metade de seu noivado arranjado em criança está aqui! }

[abeautifulmindapeacefulsoul]

Sunday, September 11, ‘22

Some may have lost the

fight, that doesn’t mean we should

stop fighting for them. 

-DMRoberts-

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Thank you so much lovely!!

Same to you💛💛

[kelcemenow]

Things Never Change.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 462

Warnings Nothing to warn about here, it's all adorable girl Dad Travis!

Aaaand it's another Anon request! This one was quite vague and simple, so I just went with whatever my brain threw out! Fast forward to whenever Trav retires for this one...not that I want that to happen any time soon! "Travis kelce with his wife and kids at a game maybe superbowl"

"She isn't going to eat that, you know?"

Travis looked down towards the hotdog that he had been holding for a decent amount of time, with Maeve focusing all of her attention towards the action down on the field.

"Baby, you know I really got it for me, right?" He grinned with the corner of his mouth.

You gently nudged him with your forearm as you watched your daughter's chocolate brown curls bounce up and down as her head moved around.

"Do you miss it?"

Travis sighed a short laugh, "What do you think?"

The stadium roared around you as the Superbowl continued to play out in front of you, your feet vibrating in the stands, "I know, baby. Being back, it feels like 3 years ago all over again."

"It's weird. It feels so different being on this side of the field, but the place hasn't changed at all somehow." His gaze drifted upwards as he looked at the thousands of fans that surrounded him.

You noticed a slight smile as he looked upon the large 87 banner that hung down, his surname emblazoned on it.

You heart broke for your husband, "You know, if you wanna come out of retirement, I'd support you."

"I retired for us. For our family and our future. I couldn't stand by and watch you bring up our daughter alone."

You furrowed your brow, "I wasn't totally alone. You were around."

Travis sucked air in through his teeth, "Not enough. I wanted to be home with you and Maeve."

You both looked towards your 5 year old, her hands clapping together as she watched the Chiefs cheerleaders perform down at the side-lines.

"Besides, she's older now, it's a bit easier in some ways."

Travis told hold of your hands, his expression sincere, "Baby, I know you're trying to help, but I made my decision. Of course I miss it, I miss it every single day, but I want to be at home with you and our little girl."

Your eyes creased into a smile as you leaned down, picking up Maeve and resting her against your hip, her small hands clinging onto you. Travis grinned and ducked his head, laying a gentle kiss onto the top of her head.

Suddenly, the crowd bellowed, causing you to look out at the field for the reason for the noise. Instead, you noticed that your faces were showing on the screen towards the end of the stadium.

"Make some noise for Kansas City Chiefs legend, Travis Kelce!"

Travis held his hand out, a static wave to his adoring fans before turning the the side and bringing his arms up into his famous 'Archer' pose. You rolled your eyes quickly as the noise grew louder.

"Some things never change."

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And that's the last of my requests! I'm opening my requests back up so if you have anything that you want me to write, just get in touch! Also, if you want to be added to my Taglist, just let me know!

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[runnning-outof-time]

The first of a few :)

Tommy- (3 word sentence prompt) “Happy or Sad?”

Thanks for sending this in Liz! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to writing it. This is a COMPLETE flip from the fic I shared earlier haha. Also I have to say that the bit at the end was inspired by the lovely Bri @there-goes-thefighter ‘s latest Tommy fic ‘Your Shadow Side’…it’s a bit different here, but the idea was stuck in the back of my mind nonetheless. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration - find other stories here!

Bedtime Stories

Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

Warnings: none

Word Count: 797

Summary: Tommy gets asked a question that leaves him speechless while he’s telling his daughter a bedtime story.

“I want daddy to tell me a story tonight!” Isabella Shelby exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground as she looked up at her mother. Her little hands were balled up into fists, and the glare on her face was one that could even rival her father’s. Wonder who she got it from?

(Y/N) sighed and looked away from her four year old daughter, at her wits end now. It had been a long day. Isabella woke up in a grumpy mood, so everything had been a fight with her. On top of that, Matthew, her two year old son, had just figured out how to get into things, so she’d been following him around the house to make sure he didn’t hurt himself or break anything.

“Dad’s busy with his work at the moment, darling,” she tried to reason with the child.

Isabella did not listen. “I’m going to go ask him,” she insisted, turning on her heel then so that she could make her way down the hall to the door of her father’s office.

(Y/N) stayed in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest as she heard the muffled exchange between her husband and child. A look of surprise formed on her face when Isabella emerged triumphant from the office moments later with Tommy following behind her. She’s wrapped around his finger, (Y/N) thought to herself with soft laugh.

“Time for bed?” Tommy questioned as he approached (Y/N), chuckling at the fact that Isabella had walked right passed her without a word.

“It is,” (Y/N) responded with a nod, her eyes wide as she conveyed her exasperation to him. Tommy sent her a soft grin before he continued to follow his daughter to her room.

Once Isabella was settled, Tommy got into telling an elaborate story about a princess who had to go and save her darling dog from the grasps of an evil king — they’d just taken in Cyril and the little girl was obsessed with all things related to dogs. Isabella listened intently to the story, reacting to all of the twists and turns that it had. That was the thing she loved most about her dad’s bedtime stories: no one was the same. (Y/N) swore that he could have made a career in writing them…if he hadn’t went down other paths that is.

“We’re reaching the ending now, love,” Tommy warned his daughter as he took a moment’s pause. A pout formed on Isabella’s face; she didn’t want the story to be over yet. “I need to ask you about the ending…”

“What about it?” Isabella interrupted before he could get to the question, her eyebrows furrowing as she titled her head slightly.

“Happy or sad?” he asked, his brows raised as he waited for her answer.

“Happy,” the little girl answered without second thought. Tommy nodded and prepared to end the story. Isabella spoke again before he could get a word out, “who would ever choose sad?” she asked, her question one of the most genuine ones Tommy had ever heard.

“I…” he began to answer, but his words died in his throat as he really thought about the question she asked. He shook his head and ran his hand along his jaw, trying to think of a response that was worthy of such a question. “Someone who isn’t quite sure what happy is, I’d guess,” he finally responded, not sure if what he decided on was even good enough.

Isabella thought about it for a second, her pondering starkly present in her facial expression. “Well that isn’t us, right, daddy?” she then sweetly asked, her doe eyes finding his again.

In that moment, all the bad that Tommy Shelby had done was washed away. All the struggle and strife, the bad blood and the tunnels were the furthest thing from his mind. Now all that was present was the world that his darling daughter was imagining. One that only held good, one where everything ended happy. He was so thankful for her innocence, for the light that she brought into his life.

The slightest smile graced his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. “No, love…that isn’t us,” he answered her as he sat a loving hand on her blanket covered knee. His smile grew with each second their eyes stayed connected, and he thanked whoever was mainf decisions in the sky for giving him this beautiful little girl.

“Are you gonna finish the story, dad?” Isabella asked, cutting through Tommy’s thoughts and bringing him back to reality.

Her expectant look made him laugh as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m gonna finish the story,” he answered her before going on with the happy ending she’d asked for.

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MASTERLIST

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Austin Theory x Reader●

@there-goes-thefighter

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Sitting on one of the production boxes backstage, I am scrolling on my phone when Cathy Kelly and a cameraman walk up to me.

"Y/N. Do you care to comment about all the women that have claimed their spots in the royal rumble so far?"

"The women that have claimed their spots so far are some hardworking and talented ladies. I can't wait until....."

"Y/N! Y/N! Sweetcheeks!"

I roll my eyes, seeing Grayson and Austin walking over to me all happy. Cathy backs off as Grayson hops up next to me on the box, and Austin puts his hands next to my legs, looking at me. I cross my arms, looking at Austin.

"What do you want Theory?"

I look over at Grayson and smile.

"Hi Grayson."

I look back at Austin with a serious face. I have never liked Austin after he made me lose my NXT women's championship.

"Oh cmon sweetcheeks. You know you love me."

I roll my eyes and lean back against the wall looking at him with a serious face.

"What do you want?"

"A date."

"Excuse me?"

I look at Grayson than at Austin who still has his hands next to my legs leaning in a little.

"I would like to take you on a date."

I lean forward getting right infront of his face looking into his eyes.

"I hate you."

He backs off a little looking at me and Grayson is sitting next to me with a shocked look on his face.

"What do you mean you hate me? You still aren't over me accidentally making you lose your NXT women's championship?"

"Accidentally?!"

"Yes!"

"You grabbed my leg holding me against the ropes and I got elbowed in the face so hard, my nose got broken and I got knocked out."

"And I apologized for that!"

"And?!"

I stand up getting in his face.

"Get over it!"

"Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!"

I look at him with a blank face realizing what I just said. He smirks, puts his hands on the sides of my face and kisses me. I kiss him back putting my arms around his neck as Grayson cheers for us.

"Finally!"

We pull apart and Austin looks down at me smirking.

"I knew you didn't hate me."

"Shut up."

[dragonfireridge]

The Fighter, Part 4

The Dragon flattened her scaled ears and shied away. To most, her colored mutations would look garish and ugly. But, really… if you looked closer… you’d find that the frills adorning her head were actually very iridescent. Purple mixed with black and blue to cast a glorious sparkling—mixed in with some green for coloration, too.

But these fighters weren’t looking at the Dragon for her beauty. Hell, they barely seemed to care if she had genetically modified features—features that came from pure, real life dragon DNA.

No, these fighters were here for… something else. Something… horrible.

With a shrinking feeling, the Dragon realized she was outnumbered.

She watched, warily, as the other fighters smirked, streaming in around her, their eyes like hungry wolves.

Or… like four young, strong male lions staring down a single, aged male.

The Dragon knew this fight wasn’t gonna go her way.

So… she… resisted. Pulling back against her short chains, she swung her head and growled.

And was utterly surprised, when the strange glowing thing lit up and chirped at her. Small, flappy wings resonated across the cell.

The Dragon jumped back in SHOCK. She… she wasn’t expecting THIS!

She was afraid, but… she stared at the glowbug. It’s wide wings twitched. 

Slowly, very slowly, she began to creep towards it.

“Ha,” a voice chortled. “She likes your glow-bug, Mariam.”

“What?! She can’t like—“

“Look,” one of the fighters cut off, nudging the other gently. “It seems she really does like your glow-bug.”

And the Dragon did.

It had been thirty-three cold, hard years, of loneliness, pain, and struggle. The Dragon had never even seen something like the glow-bug before.

“Aw… look.” One of the other fighters’ voices was hushed with awe. “The big bad Dragon wants to pet your glow-bug, Mary.”

The Dragon had leaned gently forwards, uncaring for the danger.

She just wanted this nice, sweet, amazing thing, that had just come to life in front of her.