but she still seems alright so!

dmlynx  asked:

a moment of weakness’

28. My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

It had been moons and moons since Defiant had first stepped foot inside such a crowded building; the first time it’d been dark and quiet and yet still so crammed full that it seemed to hold more people than she’d met in her entire life in the Spine. After all this time she should’ve gotten used to it… all the performances and balls and parties…

Yet here she was in the corner, perched on the very edge of a bench right beside a plant, trying to feel her swollen ankle, already so fat that she’d needed to unclasp the little strap that held it on. Defiant winced, biting back tears as she looked around… she wasn’t ENTIRELY sure who she’d tripped on, if it was a Roegadyn’s shuffling dancing feet or an entire lalafell or some passed out elezen or what, but she’d managed to wave off everyone’s concern long enough to get to the side.

And now… well. She had a variety of options, of course… she could… try and cast a teleport within the house, hope no one got concerned and… and then… what? She could get to her office and then call V’raka and Khushund to come get her… and then explain to everyone the next day that she’d been TOTALLY fine, no, seriously! Or she could sit here until the night wound down and perhaps someone would come up and…

…and thinking that they’d discreetly help her out and not fuss was probably a bit of a pipedream… she was blushing just thinking of being surrounded by worried faces and tried to press her weight onto her bad leg, only to feel it wobble. Ok, no, no, she’d just… she’d HOP… on one leg… and she could just… all she’d have to do was make it to the door and…

OR

She could push herself upright, wobble, and fall directly into the buff arms of a particular miqo’te, heating her face all the more as she stared up into X’myra’s smirk, a purr rumbling the woman’s chest.

“Well hey there, dove… need a hand~?”

In terms of solutions, ‘carried princess-style out of the club by a SURPRISINGLY strong woman while people stared and Defiant felt her face go so hot she was certain she was about to melt’ could be called both effective and perhaps less than ideal, but it was the one she had, after all.

“I love you.” she said. “I love you that it was the hardest for me to let you walk away so easily. I don’t want to see your back against me and I can’t pretend that it’s alright with me. To hear you said the words which sound like my worst nightmare and seems to threaten my world. I don’t want to listen as those will crush every part of my being to pieces. Words are never enough to describe how much it hurts. I love you, that even if it will take time for me to accept the truth, I will still do the thing that’ll make you happy. Just like what I’ve promised from the very start.” she breathed so hard and stared at his eyes. She looked at her world as she cried silently. She touched his cheek with her hand and put her forehead on his. She closed her eyes and for a moment, all of their precious memories came crashing back. And like diamonds, she buried them deep down and hope that no one will see it except for her. As she opened her eyes, she said the last words she thought she will never say, “I am letting you go. Yet I will never say goodbye. Because I still believe that, someday, we will meet again. And I hope, that maybe then, you’ll be happier. Maybe then, I’ve moved on. Maybe then, my heart is whole again.” With that, she took a step back and turned her back on him. She started walking away and looked at the only star in the sky. She smiled, and as her tears kept on falling down, she whispered, “I love you.” Again and again until her eyes got tired of crying.
—  ma.c.a // Yes, I Do

Protect

Finally got around in participating in @stanuary. Sadly, I was a bit busy last week to post for the first week (plus my brain would not come up with anything). Stan protecting his whole family is everything so here’s the scene that still messes me up and will never get over. 

have a cleaned up but still ridiculous ‘brought together by a minor car accident’ au because jily. and llamas.

“Hello? Ma’am? Are you okay?”

Lily opened her eyes to find a boy staring at her through her car window with mild concern on his face. Two boys, actually. She blinked, trying to refocus her gaze. Didn’t work, but he was so pretty she almost didn’t mind seeing two of him.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

Lily took stock—her knee hurt like hell, but the airbag had deployed and prevented serious injury. Her greatest danger seemed to be repeated sneezing from the bloody white powder still hanging in the air.

She rolled down her window. “I think so, yeah.”

“Thank fuck—I mean god. I mean shit.” He rested a hand on the roof of her car and leaned forward. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Lily said, leaning her head back on her seat. “Did I hit the llama?”

The grin slipped of his face—faces. “You don’t remember what happened?”

“Er…I hit a llama?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I didn’t?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“There was a llama…right?” She swore there was a llama, and swearing, and swerving.

“A llama, or a mutant sheep,” he said, grinning slightly. Lily’s vision finally focused—there was only one of him now. He was far handsomer than her blurry vision had given him credit for. 

He had a very nice smile, didn’t he?

“You really don’t remember?” he asked. She shook her head. Or started to, but stopped, due to the pain. Good Teeth leaned forward. “Are you sure you’re okay? Were you unconscious just then?”

“No,” Lily said, because that was the appropriate reply when someone asked you if you were just unconscious.

“Right,” he said. She could tell he didn’t believe her. She didn’t believe her.

“Was I unconscious?”

“Maybe. And you didn’t hit the llama, you hit me.”

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Imagine flirting with Dean and Sam in leather jackets.

“We’re the brothers that rock together.”  Sam said with a slightly awkward smile as the woman kept texting on her phone.

“Hmm?” she hummed but didn’t take her eyes off the phone.

“We’re kind of like the American Oasis.” Dean breathed out with a smile, glasses still on. But she didn’t seem affected in the least bit, much less impressed.

But as it seemed she hadn’t fully gotten it because when she did, she glanced at Dean with a disgusted face “Ew.” she mumbled and went back to her phone and Dean rolled his eyes, looking away.

“Uh, uh yeah but with synths.” Sam said nervously, trying to make for his brother’s mistake.

“Yeah, right, so, you know, we’re – we’re hip.” Dean put on a fake smile on his face.

“Exactly.” Sam nodded his head as she let ut a heavy sigh.

“Alright-” she didn’t place her phone down even for a moment “Who plays what?”

Sam let a soft sigh, seeing as it was being particularly hard to convince her and fearing that most probably they never would “I’m on keys.” he put on a polite smile, or at least tried to.

“He’s on drums-”

“Guitar.” Dean said at the same time with his brother “Drums and guitar. I pretty much do it all.” Dean breathed out a nervous chuckle.

“We saw online that you represent Vince Vincente.” Dean said, trying to get to the point.

“We were kind of hoping you could do for us what you’ve done for him.” Sam said softly and she let a sigh.

“Sorry” she gave them a tight smile “I took this meeting ‘cause you looked hot in your pics, but I am not feeling this.” she shrugged, immediately looking back at her phone “I mean- where’s even the voice?”

“That should be me.” you stepped in, and she slowly lowered her phone to look at you, raising an interested eyebrow.

“Sorry, kinda running late. Like, always.” you laughed, walking closer towards them as the boys stared at you with mouths hanging agape. Dean lowered his glasses and his eyes roamed your body. His eyebrows were shot up and he blinked several times, trying to hide his shock but failing. They hadn’t expected you to show up but as it seemed you needed to save them.

“You’re the singer?” she asked and you nodded your head with a grin.

“Yes, that would be me.” you rested your weight on Dean’s shoulder, who still was looking at you an awestruck face. Pretty much like Sam.

It wasn’t as if you were wearing anything special, black jeans and grey shirt with a deep v-neck. A black leather jacket on top of it and a couple silver rings and bracelets. You didn’t have any earrings but had a choker on, just a black stripe of velvet and of course black high heels with a thick heel. It was not something that you didn’t like wearing or wouldn’t like to wear in a daily basis but other than being a lazy ass and loving your comfort a little too much, hunting in general didn’t leave much room for all of this. So all in all this wa actually the first time the brothers had seen you dressed like this. Of course they would be stunned.

“And where were you until now? They didn’t even mention you when we first talked.” she raised an eyebrow but you kept a smile on, not wanting to show how irritating she actually was.

“Yeah well, my boys wanted to surprise me.” you laughed softly, resting both your hands ont heir shoulders “But they kinda forgot I hate surprises.” you laughed, patting their shoulders and looking at Sam for a moment and he looked no less surprised.

You looked at them as they tried to breathe out a laugh “But don’t worry-” you leaned forward as you stood between them “I’ll punish them later.” you grinned, winking at Dean whose eyes widened for a moment and Sam jumped when you slapped his ass.

“Sorry, they’re still learning the rules but most of the time they are obedient.” you chuckled, smirking at Sam whose face was laced with shock but slight amusement.

You chuckled “Anyway- you were saying something about… Vince Vincente, wasn’t it?” you smirked, sitting on Dean’s lap without a warning, making the man look at his brother with wide eyes; their expressions pretty much matching as you had been no less of a surprise to the younger Winchester either. Dean shifted uncomfortably in his place but immediately regretted the action, and he swallowed thickly as he looked at his brother for her at that moment. But Sam was not willing to get in his place… at that specific moment, that is.

“I’d be happy to listen.”

this isn’t even 400 words so i’m not posting it on Ao3, but it’s shameless fluff that turned out pretty alright so i am posting it here :D

based on this post | my Ao3


The scars on her body still seemed fresh, even after six years. The gray skin on her stomach and lower back looked pulled and puckered with a jade-green tinge. The glow that illuminated Kanaya’s skin when they were alone and relaxed seemed duller there, a darker almost-perfect circle against the white starlight glow.

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Quickly and Quietly part 17

A/N: Alright, so the story should keep moving along pretty steadily at this point. I know the part is still a short one, but I’m going to try for longer parts here in the future.

Word Count: 1785

Warnings: A bit of angst

part 16


“Has (Y/N) seemed weird ever since she came back?” Steve asks, throwing a stiff right jab into the padded target on Bucky’s hand.

“No, well,” His brow furrows as he watches Steve practice. “I mean a little, yeah, but you saw how badly beat up she was when we found her. I think it’d be weird if she didn’t seem weird, if that makes any sense.”

“It does, to some extent.”

Silence falls between them and the only sound in the gym is Steve’s sharp breaths and the slapping of his fists against the pads on Bucky’s hands.

A wave of dizziness washes over Bucky and he stumbles backwards slightly under the force of one of Steve’s blows. He shakes his head and tries to focus again, widening his stance to try and keep his balance.

“You good, Buck?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah, keep going.”

Steve nods and they continue with training. They’re able to get in another good fifteen minutes before the world spins in front of Bucky and he stumbles backwards again, this time shaking the padded gloves from his hands.

“Steve,” He hisses. “Something’s wrong, I-agh!”

A sharp pain bites through Bucky’s skull, bringing him to his hands and knees, one hand pressed over his forehead.

Steve rushes to his his friend’s side, hands hovering over the man’s shoulders, unsure of what he’s supposed to do. Bucky cries out in pain again, pressing his forehead to the cool floor of the gym, trying to fight the sudden onslaught of memories.

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice grows distant in Bucky’s ears.

A young woman cowers in the corner, her eyes ringed with dark circles, her hair hanging lank at her shoulders. The soldier feels a pang of empathy for her before squashing it down and forcing himself to think objectively. He vaguely remembers the men surrounding them and announcing that they would be working together.

“Steve,” Bucky manages to gasp. “It hurts!”

“What’s going on?!” Steve’s tone is frantic.

“Get help!” Bucky cries before he’s overtaken by his memories again,

The young woman flips Bucky onto his back on the mat, her left foot planted firmly on his chest, her bo staff pressed into his Adam’s apple and a smirk plastered on her face.

“Give up now, soldier?” She asks, her tone openly taunting him.

“Of course not.” He growls, slapping her bo staff aside and knocking her foot off his chest, successfully throwing her off balance and toppling her onto his chest. He rolls over so that her body is trapped under his, his elbows on either side of her shoulders. Now it’s his turn to smirk, seeing as he’s got the upper hand.

“Fuck you.” She hisses.

“I thought that was my job.” He says, playfully tilting his head to the side. “Or am I not remembering last night correctly.”

“Shove off, soldier. They might hear you and then we’d both be screwed.”

He sighs and hauls her up from the floor before shoving her away from him to give an impression of exasperation and settles into a fighting stance to ready himself for another bout.

Bucky vaguely remembers Sam arriving and helping Steve carry him through the tower, trying to find someone to help him.

His consciousness fades in and out and, as they’re placing him on a hospital bed, he sees (Y/N) lying unmoving on the bed beside his. A flicker of recognition flashes through him before his world goes dark.

I sit bolt upright as soon as I wake up, Bucky’s name on my tongue. I’m surprised by this, even more so when I hear my name being called by someone to my left. My head practically snaps to the left to see who it was, only to find Bucky looking as confused as I do.

Everything that I saw in my memories comes rushing back and I feel my eyes go wide before I fling the bedsheets off of me, swing my legs over the side of the bed, rip the nodes from my temples and attempt to rush from the room suddenly feeling very panicked.

Before I can escape through the door, I run face first into Steve’s chest. He places his hands gently on my shoulders and pushes me away from him, looking at me with concern in his eyes. I feel my pulse and breathing kick up a notch and small flames flicker around the tips of my fingers.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He asks.

I shake my head, not sure if I can answer him. “I cant… have to go.” I manage to slip past him before scrambling down the hallway and closing myself in an elevator.

I take it to the top floor and head up the stairs to the roof. I’m hit by the buffeting wind as soon as I open the door and I feel myself relax marginally. When I sit on the far most corner of the roof, folding my legs underneath myself and looking out at the New York City skyline, I feel my heart rate begin to slow, but tears well up in my eyes and I can’t hold them back.

I cover my mouth, trying to muffle a sob, as tears roll down my face. Any sound I make is ripped away by the wind and I’m suddenly aware of how alone I am.

A metallic thunk sounds behind me, causing me to start before I realize what’s happened.

I turn around to face Tony, who’s now stepping out of his suit and directing it to return to his lab on it’s own. When he catches sight of me his eyebrows pull together in concern and he walks over to me, dropping down on one knee so he can look me in the eye.

“It’s good to see you awake, kid.” He says, reaching out and gently wiping away my tears. “You were out for a day and a half, I was starting to worry.”

I let out a choked, watery laugh, sniffing loudly. “Why, scared you’d be down one lab rat?”

“No,” he shakes his head, his expression serious. “When Maximoff showed up to the lab with you in limp in his arms I was scared I had lost the closest thing I had to a daughter.” He takes one of my hands in his, squeezing gently. “What happened?”

I press my lips together, debating whether or not to tell him. After a moment of silence, I decide he has a right to know. “I remembered him.”

“Barnes?” I nod, tears welling up in my eyes. “Shit.”

I snort and turn my face away from him. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Why would remembering him cause you to pass out for so long?”

“I think… I think it may have been because we were… shit, how am I supposed to say this?”

“Fucking?” Tony offers.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” I shake my head. “It was more than that, I think.”

“How so?”

“Well, he’s the one who gave me this.” I push the fabric of my pants down slightly to show him the scarred set of teeth marks on my hip.

“Holy…” he trails off, his fingers lightly tracing over the scars. “What happened to you?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever know entirely.”

He studies my face silently, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Actually…” I trail off, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “There might be one thing.”

“What the hell was that all about, Buck?” Steve asks.

“I… I’m not sure if I know for sure.” Bucky shakes his head. “I just remember waking up, saying (Y/N)’s name and hearing her say mine. She looked at me like… like she was afraid of me, Steve.”

Steve leans on the wall, staring at his friend in confusion. “Can you tell me what you do know?”

“I do know that she and I knew each other when we were in Hydra.” Bucky says quietly.

“You worked together?”

“Sort of, yeah.” Bucky’s brow furrows and he looks at his hands where they’re clutched together in his lap. “I was the one who trained her. It… It led to a, um, an unsanctioned relationship between us.”

“Shit, Buck,” Steve’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “What happened? Why do you think she didn’t remember until now?”

Bucky shrugs and shakes his head again. “Hydra found out about our relationship and they-” Bucky’s voice cracks and covers his mouth with his hand trying to gather himself and continue. “They blamed her because she was younger. Newer, really. It wasn’t her fault though. It was mine. I initiated and it was my fault.”

“What did they do?” Steve asks, his voice hushed.

“They tortured her,” Bucky answers. “I tried to protect her, but they separated us. They made me watch as they tortured her and wiped her and then they wiped me.” He sighs and buries his face in his hands. “I didn’t… we were-this is all my fault, Steve.”

“No it’s not.” Steve says. “There’s no way you could have known what they would do to her. You didn’t know who you were. You made a meaningful connection with someone and it was ripped away by someone else. It’s not your fault. It’s theirs.”

A small smile twitches at the corners of Bucky’s mouth. “Thanks, Steve, I-what the hell?” Bucky’s eyes focus in on something just outside the window, effectively tearing his attention away from the conversation.

“What?” Steve turns and follows Bucky’s line of sight only to find a quinjet disappearing among the city’s skyline in the distance. His eyes go wide as he turns back to his friend. “No, you don’t think…” Steve catches sight of Bruce out in the hallway. “Banner!”

Bruce jumps slightly, startled, and stops in his tracks, turning to peer through the doorway. “Yes?”

“Who just left?” Steve questions.

“I-”

“It was (Y/N), wasn’t it.” Steve’s tone is flat.

Bruce looks at the floor and nods his head before making eye contact with the two men in front of him. “Yes.”

“Where is she going?”

“Tony’s taking her somewhere. I don’t know, exactly.”

“Why?” Bucky asks. “Why would she leave without telling anyone first?”

Bruce shrugs. “I don’t know. It wasn’t any of my business.”

Bucky falls back onto the bed, covers his face with his hands and groans, tears welling up in his eyes. “This is all my fault.”

“I… what?” Bruce asks, looking between Bucky and Steve.

Steve stares at his friend for a moment before turning back to Bruce. “They remembered each other.”

“Oh,” Bruce murmurs, his eyes going wide. “Well then.”


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I have this headcanon for the legacy/“young” skins that it’s a temporary thing Tracer can do. Temporary because if it’s left for too long then the person she does it for will go all out of phase like she did (so, like, for a day maybe? still working out the details, but 18-24 hours seems alright).

It’s a soft science nightmare, but fuck it, this is a Blizzard game. You don’t come to Blizzard games for the science.

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Okay. I am finally able to breathe (kind of).

First of all, I feel like the line “I love you” sounds so forced, like he is doing it because he has to. For some reason, I feel like he doesn’t say it particularly to someone but if he is, it might be towards anyone. Of course my first choice would be Molly, but something seems off with that scene. I think we will find out about it as soon as we watch the new episode (which is 19 days away, btw). 

Seeing Molly like this hurts me. I hope she won’t suffer so much this season but I have a strong feeling that she will - unfortunately.

Alright, my brain is still a mess, I am still trembling and so many theories are on Tumblr, I gotta log off.

(I GOT NO FREAKING IDEA WHY THE PICTURES LOOK MOSAIC. jesus, now i’m also angry, as if I wasn’t going through enough emotions. Edit: I fixed it, it’s fine.)

Right Place, Wrong Time

Alright, last request of the night! This one comes from the amazing @imagineconfessionswwe, I hope you enjoy it, love!

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

Summary: Sami has liked you for a while now, so he decides to ask you out…only things don’t seem to go as planned every time he tries.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

 “Good morning, Sami!” You called from across the hotel lobby.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sami replied, returning your smile as he walked over to you and Kevin. “Hey, Kev.”

“Morning, man.” Kevin told Sami, still half asleep. “I look at this one and wonder how she’s so awake this morning.” He pointed to you.

“That’s because I didn’t sleep very well last night.” You said with a shrug. “So I was up early and got some coffee in me an hour ago.”

“Why didn’t you sleep? You could’ve called me, I didn’t sleep much either.”

“I was next door to Rollins and he was…entertaining a lady last night.”

“Ohhh…”

“Yeah, so it’s a safe bet this coffee will get me through the next hour before I pass out in the car.”

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Alright so I have lots of thoughts right now about Lucina and want to show the Freyja AU is still an active concept so imma talk for a little bit

(the freyja au is an au where lucina travels with the awakening trio to nohr and becomes elise’s retainer)

So, we know that her place in the world is something Lucina struggles with in Awakening. She came to the Awakening timeline under a false name and identity, an intruder to the world. For an important, purpose, yes, but still an intruder. Her “parents” already have a Lucina in their time. Lucina’s true parents and true world are dead and no matter what can never be saved. 

Once Grima is defeated, that purpose for being there is gone. Admittedly all the Awakening 2nd gen units have to struggle with this reality, but Lucina seems to take it particularly hard. She brings it up in both her supports with her parents, as well as her Hot Spring Scramble dialogue with Robin. She doesn’t feel she has a place in the saved world. And her own world is dead, not salvageable and not able to be returned to. In the context of her solo Awakening ending, unlike all the other 2nd gen units, she simply disappears. 

Now, in the context of the Freyja AU, this struggle would only be exacerbated. Once again, Lucina is traveling to another world that is not hers and is taking up a false name and identity. If she felt a sense of dislocation before it’s even more apparent now. 

However, that’s not necessarily a bad thing for her. After all, she has a role in this world that doesn’t interfere with any royal dynasties’ right of succession or anything like that. If her one purpose for going on, defeating Grima, is gone, maybe serving Elise can take its place. After all, Elise perfectly embodies the childhood innocence that she wished she’d never lost. 

Lucina would be tempted to stay in Nohr, I think. There are enough Lucinas in the other world. Here she could possibly just be Freyja. And I honestly feel like in most cases, unlike the rest of the Awakening trio, she’d ultimately decide to stay in Nohr rather than return to Ylisse. It would fit her solo ending in Awakening very well. 

Whenever I get around to actually making this Freyja AU a reality, this would certainly be explored a bit in a few supports, and I see in particular an S Support between her with Selena or Laslow and one between her and Xander to provide particularly stark contrasts in the path her character could take. 

If she married Selena or Laslow, she would ultimately come to see, no, she won’t run away from her past and her true identity as Lucina. Her partner would be calling her “Lucina” in their S Support, and she’d have fallen in love with someone who inextricably ties her to that old self. She’d be satisfied with this, I think, because the lack of purpose and sense of dislocation she felt via that identity would be remedied and embraced with the help, love and support of her partner. They would ground her in being Lucina. 

However, if she married Xander– well, that’s a completely different story. By marrying him, Freyja would become the Queen of Nohr. She’d get to then not be a burdensome presence but someone with an integral role, fulfilling her shattered destiny of ascending to the throne, even if in a different way than was initially envisioned. There’s the purpose she’s looking for. Ruling and helping to rebuild Nohr alongside the man she loves. In this moment, “Lucina” would cease to exist–well, the extraneous Lucina, at least. “Freyja” would no longer become a false name but her new, true identity. She’d embrace it in its totality. 

Of course, none of this is to say Freyja would be doom and gloom all the time–I actually think she’d be quite a bit happier now that such a huge burden was lifted from her shoulders–but just some thoughts, hehe. What do you all think? 

anonymous asked:

Regarding the last post where you have mentioned you are happy about the different ships the fans picked up on. All I want to tell you is that I proudly ship everyone with everyone because your characters are total sweethearts who deserve happiness so I don't particularly care who makes them happy so long they are smol happy beans. . . Well there is the odd one out there like Crow and the twins but all the smol beans should be happy and crow and the twins are not smol beans in my books yet.

Seriously as far as we’re concerned you can ship anything you want, all we ask that you don’t go erasing the characters’ canon sexualities (e.g. Jenn would not have sex under any circumstances, but she’s still biromantic. Some readers seem to ship Jenn and Cotton and that’s totally alright) and keep it respectful.
We like it when readers interpret the characters’ interaction or chemistry and start shipping them, it’s great, even if it’s not intentional on our part, or the ship is not going to be canon. Wight and Modra are an established couple, but there are folks who ship Modra with Benny, and we’re ok with that. We’re both avid shippers in whatever fandoms we might dapple, so it’s REALLY GREAT to see our own characters shipped in different ways, haha.

The current situation is especially juicy, because readers seem to be divided in three different camps: there are those who ship Benny and Jerry, those who ship Jerry and Cotton and even those who ship Benny and Cotton. I think most readers already guess what’s the endgame, but we hope that at least the journey there will be entertaining, fulfilling and full of heartache.

JUST DON’T GO ATTACKING OTHER PEOPLE FOR WHAT THEY SHIP, FOR REAL. If we see anyone ship-policing other readers for their ships, we’re gonna step in and shut that shit down. E.g. Benny and Jerry have a quite large age difference, but Benny is still a consenting adult, so please, leave the judging to actually harmful real-life relationships and let people ship whatever fictional stuff they want. (That said we feel pretty iffy about e.g. noncon, incest or truly harmful and abusive stuff of our characters and we have our squicks as well, but we’re not gonna tell you to not ship it because for some it’s a harmless kink and some ship it to cope, just… you might wanna keep the ship to yourself and out of tags etc and understandably we’ll probably pretend we never saw it if we do run into something like that).

New Dawn

Charles wasn’t sure why she was being so difficult, and it frustrated him.  Anna had seemed to be alright with his agreement to adopt a child.  He was actually a little excited, mostly nervous.  He hadn’t anticipated taking in a child at request of his Da, though.  The tiny girl was difficult to place in ethnicity, but she was powerful and still less than a year old.  It was something out of Harry Potter—Anna had sat him through the movies—and it was unsettling.

He’d turned it down.

“You of all people know how hard it is going to be for her!”  She had said, exasperated.

He had controlled his temper enough to warn her that Fae and witchblood did not mix, not safely.  That was probably the reason she was orphaned, something had mysteriously killed her parents.

The reason his Da had her was more convoluted.  

It wasn’t straight witch, of course, Charles had enough of a feeling that she was probably laying closer to the line of his own magic than his da’s, but nevertheless.  Her grandfather—a fairly young wolf of maybe 150 years—had pleaded for her safety and protection and won.

“I’m not sure we can keep her safe.”  It was the most difficult thing for him to admit, but he did it for her and she all but laughed in his face.

Actually, he wished she had laughed in his face.  She had looked to disappointed to hear him say that and he knew why.  He had told her he was ready to face the possible consequences of children, he was ready to protect them until they couldn’t be protected anymore.

He wasn’t ready for this type of responsibility.  He wasn’t sure anything could prepare him for this.

“She could be mine.”  His brother had reminded him gently.  They would never be as close as some, but his brother understood him more than most.  “She’s a similar enough mix.”

“She has more witchblood than any offspring of yours could have.”  Charles disagreed, but his brother was right.  Magic was funny like that, preferring females over males in witches, and sometimes skipping generations.  

“Tell da Ari and I will take her if there is no possible way you can.”  He had given up on trying to convince his younger half sibling anything other than what he was already so sure of.  The baby was dangerous.  “Remember, da took Mercy.”

Charles snorted, Mercy was stupid, not dangerous.

Her mate and husband might disagree, though, because she had certainly gotten him into some dangerous situations.

The baby was here anyways, he knew that.  She was crying right now and he listened as Anna let the floorboards creak beneath her feet.  She went into the room to soothe the crying.

She had closed herself off to him best she could.  She was just that angry, and he’d have to figure out a way to make it stop.

He should just apologize, but it wouldn’t fix the problem.

It had been no less than 25 hours since they’d last spoken.  Only Anna would ever force him to awkwardly sleep on the couch in his own home with a single look.  He didn’t even fit on their couch, but it was better than looking into her eyes.

He wasn’t sure how she did it, but knowing that about her always made him smile to himself.

She stopped, mid-crossing with the infant to the fridge.  He had been standing next to it for some time, just thinking.  He needed to stand to fix his skeleton after a night scrunched up.  

“Let’s get you something to eat.”  She turned to the baby, Nysa was her name, and pretended he wasn’t there.  He was getting frustrated by that.

He closed his eyes and took a breath.

“Can we talk?”

Anna looked up at him and nodded.  He let her leave after she reached up to the cabinets and took down some baby cereal.  He didn’t understand the things they made now for children, too many complicated things to understand.  Apparently they needed special cereal with iron supplements.  

It took him another fifteen minutes before following her to their bedroom.  Evidently, Nysa was done with her snack and was laying on the bed playing with Anna.  She glanced up at him again, but still didn’t speak.

He approached slowly and hesitantly laid on his side on the bed, mirroring Anna’s own position but on the opposite side of the child.

“She’s going to need a strong teacher, Charles.  She needs someone who can show her how to control her own instincts.  She has a different kind of instinct than yours, but you’re still the best candidate for the job.”  It was music to his ears, her voice.

“I know.”

warparadox  asked:

slurred words ;)

 XXX
@warparadox


                              These days, she needed more than an inkling of alcohol in her system to even UTTER Sloane’s name; the pain of sobriety was too much to handle and Beckett found herself intoxicated more often than not, just as she was tonight     —-      Sipping on her rum from the bottle, decently hammered. 

                              ❛       FUCK you,      ❜       drawled the Nikolas in response, who clearly wished to avoid the mention of the spitfire blonde at any costs.       ❛        I care about her, alright ? Is that what you want to hear ?  I  fucked up my damn mission, I  was supposed to go in and have no emotional attachments, and look where that got me.      ❜       Sighing at her relentless anger, which never seemed to dissipate these days, Beckett shook her head, reconsidering.       ❛       She’s my weakness, I KNOW that. But she’s also become so important to me. Despite our differences in loyalties we’re still loyal to each other and I know I can count on her to have my back, as I would with her. I just wish I could find a balance between her and     —-     my responsibilities.      ❜      

                              A sigh.       ❛       At the end of the day, I have a job to do, and she’s getting in my way. Besides, she has her own family, and all I do is ruin it. She’s better off.      ❜      

Metalwork - Part 2

A/N: Alright guys…here’s part 2. So much longer than I originally thought it would be. Fuck. Shoutout to @567random for being my sounding board and dealing with me blowing up her phone with scene after scene.

You’re awesome ^.^

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: NaLu

Rating: T - adult themes

Summary: Still recovering from a bad relationship, Lucy struggles with returning a white scaled scarf to its owner—the pink-haired man always running around her apartment complex. A man who seems like he might be just what she needs to heal. Modern AU. NaLu. TwoShot.

Part(s):  Part 1 | Part 2 | Omake | Omake #2


                                                           weld
                                                          /weld/
                                                                     
                                                           verb   
                                                                      
                                                         

                                 1. To join two piece of metal by heating
                                      them and pressing them together.

                                       2. Cause to combine and form a
                                         harmonious or effective whole.


If someone had told him a few months ago, that running around his apartment complex would result in him meeting the enigma that was Lucy, he wouldn’t have believed them.

She was witty, and funny, and smart, and gorgeous. Everything Natsu never thought could exist all within a single person. Well…it could technically…but rarely ever was that person a nice person.

But Lucy…she was.

She sometimes pretended she wasn’t. She’d shut down on him or a few of them at the shop, sometimes ignoring them or other times making a snide remark or two. But Natsu knew it wasn’t because she was mean.

He noticed things about her.

How if Erza were to speak when she wasn’t expecting it, she would turn and smile, directing her focus to the conversation. But if it was Gray or Gajeel, or sometimes even him…she would flinch.

It was subtle. You’d have to look for it. But the slight jerking of the shoulders and flash of fear over her features was unmistakable. It was when that look was in her eyes—when someone would get in her personal space—that she would snap at one of them or make a remark. Again, it was so subtle nobody really noticed it.

But he did.

There was a crippling anxiety she had when it came to the unknown, whether it be a new person or a new situation. When he’d taken her out for dinner, her eyes had darted away from his to her lap more times than he could count, and her hood seemed to be permanently pulled down, hiding her forehead and casting her eyes in shadow.

Despite what he’d thought was a rocky first date, she’d swing by the shop a few times a week and they’d even gone out a few more times since. He did his best to respect her by keeping a safe distance and letting her come to him. Once in awhile her fingers would search for his, tugging lightly at the tips before she let her hand fall back to her side. Those few brief moments of contact, and the bright smile that would often follow the jokes he told her…

Natsu didn’t care if he never got the chance to hug her again as long as he could see that light in her eyes.

She’d never said anything, but he knew something had happened to her. Maybe at the hands of a family member, or maybe an ex boyfriend or sibling…he had no idea. But there was something that caused her to shy away.

He never blamed her for it. There was nothing to blame her for. It was her business.

So when she weaved her fingers through his one day on their way to a movie, Natsu was so surprised he nearly ripped his hand out of hers.

Lucy giggled at the action, covering her mouth as Natsu settled down, “Oh what? Did I electrocute you or something?”

The welder shook his head, “No. Just…wasn’t expectin’ that.”

The blonde cocked her head to one side, brow furrowed, “Why not?”

He shrugged, looking down at his feet as his heels scuffed the sidewalk. He was wearing through the soles of his sandals and would need to get new ones soon. Shuffling around was a lazy habit of his and was easier than walking properly, sure…but it was drilling a hole into his wallet.

“Cause we haven’t really touched at all in these past few months.”

Natsu heard and felt rather than saw Lucy stop. Confused as to why, he turned around, trying to meet her downcast gaze.

“I…I’m sorry, Natsu…I just—”

“No.”

Lucy’s head snapped up.

“Don’t apologize, Lucy,” he said softly, a small smile crossing his face, “never apologize to me for something like this.”

“But…it’s my fault—”

He shook his head, silencing her again, “This isn’t your fault. Do you really think I only spend time with you ‘cause you’re beautiful?”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, “You calling me ugly, Natsu? Better watch yourself.”

The pinket laughed, “Lucy Heartfilia, you are the exact opposite of ugly.”

She blushed.

“No,” he continued, “I’m saying I spend time with you ‘cause I like you. The fact you’re gorgeous is just a plus, and I want you to be comfortable with me above anything else. If that means keeping my distance until you are, then I’m okay with that.”

Big, beautiful brown eyes stared at him, unblinking for a few moments before her fingers tightened their hold on his hand.

“I have somewhere to go tomorrow. Will you come with me?”

It seemed like a random question under the circumstances, but with how firmly her jaw was set, Natsu knew this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing.

He squeezed her hand in response.

“Where am I going?”

…..

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pkisms  asked:

Breathes in. Breathes out. Shifts something around behind his back before stepping up to Nana and presenting her with a generous, meticulously wrapped bag of cookies with a note attached. ( And he actually tried to bake them himself! ) "H-Hey, Nana — that special day again, isn't it? I hope these are good. Happy birthday — and Valentine's. I-I really hope it's been a good one!"

     Nana was on her way to deliver Lucas her homemade cupcake inside her bag, quite in a hurry so it would still be warm by the time he ate it. What a coincidence they happen to meet, she thought.

                    ❝ Lucas! You seem nervous, are you alright? Special day? Well, of course! People wait all year for Valentine’s day! Have you been enjoying it with anyon—  

     Her eyes met a cutely wrapped bag and she stopped. It took her a second to realize what that meant. Did he say… birthday? And Valentine’s?? She shook off the thought that the second one could mean. Today was also the day to celebrate friendship, after all! Yes. Of course. But it didn’t make her any less shocked. Did he actually…

                   ❝ You remembered..? Lucas, you didn’t have to… ❞

     It was one of those rare occasions when Nana would be at a loss of words. Nana looked back at the present, nervous hands let go of her dress to accept it. What a nice and warm feeling it was to be remembered… Before she noticed a shy smile had already grown on her face, and her eyes felt teary… Wait! No, no!! You can’t cry right now! She quickly lowered her head, taking her hand to her face and hoping Lucas wouldn’t notice. As she did, the girl looked at the mag she was carrying. That’s right! Holding back the tears she smiled back at him.

                  ❝ Ah, r-right! The reason I’m here in the first place. Sorry, I really wasn’t expecting anything, y’know? You really are something else, aren’t you, Lucas? I-It’s not much, especially compared to your present, but… After everything you’ve done for me… ❞

     Nana reached her bag with her free hand and grabbed a gently wrapped box, inside a still-warm Valentine’s cupcake.. She smiled at the boy, handing him her present.

                  ❝ You deserve hundred of these, I’m sorry I can only offer one… Happy Valentine’s, Lucas! ❞

remnants-ghosts  asked:

A faunus girl seemed to be headed down the halls of Beacon pretty fast, her orange fox tail seemingly flowing in the wind before running smack into Jaune and falling backwards. "Akh, chert, chto bol'no ... Are you okay?" She asked the other worriedly.

Jaune stood more firm ever since he started working with Pyrrha so it hurt but he was still on his feet. He reached down and offered his hand to her. “I’m fine, are you alright?”

philly-danny  asked:

hi i hope this isnt Wildly out of place of me to say but are you alright?? ur tags seem Very Not Okay

im alright its just that im under a lot of stress lately and ive been studying a lot and im just!!!! rlly anxious yknow??? i have exams almost everyday this week and i had 2 panic attacks today so im just feeling down and stressed :( but its ok,,,i come over a friend´s house and she helped me calm down so im feeling better,, still v stressed and anxious but at least im not panicking anymore!! anyways im rlly sorry for being negative i hate when i get like that on here :((

eritsuhunter  asked:

It's been years since Eritsu and dead even spoke let alone seen each other as it seem like dead master has just been ignoring him for so long. He left it alone figuring it would be for the best at least for the best of dead master. However, Eritsu had been walking along a familiar path, infact it the area where he first meet dead. "Wonder if she still even alive. "

“Not technically alive but not dead either. I thought I would see you here.” Dead Master was standing right in front of Eritsu. “Hey, uh… are you alright? You were walking around like some sort of zombie. I thought you were going to run into a tree for a minute.”

Baby

Alright kids, I told you I’d make individual posts for in-depth theories of the SL characters, so here we are.

First off: Baby

Alright, first off, Baby is obviously the ‘leader’ of the group, seeing that she is in the front and center, which is odd, because Funtime Freddy is not, so in this Sister Location, Freddy Fazbear is not the center of attention. We can assume that SL is still under the Fazbear entertainment franchise, but perhaps under a different name?

Baby seems to be a rather small animatronic, perhaps the height of a child, or slightly taller. Her endoskelliton seems awfully complex, as shown in the last sequence of the trailer:

It almost looks like she has a brain of sorts, and a very odd scheme of teeth. She’s giving me Wendy’s and Harley Quinn vibes, but she also resembles a clown. I’m going to assume that it’s her voice we hear in the trailer, saying “Don’t hold it against us” and “You don’t know what we’ve been through”, and in assuming that, we can conclude that she is British, as she has a very stout accent. 

I honestly don’t have much to say about her, besides the fact that she obviously plays a huge role in the game.

-thatfnaftheorist