tear your family apart

The Fun Process of Imprinting

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

IMAGINE: You are the adopted child of the Cullens and you learn the hard way you are Paul Lahote’s imprint.


“You coming Y/N?” One of your brothers yells at you.

Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to your friends and turn around. Your third oldest brother smiled as you made your way over to him and the rest of your siblings.

“You guys are really impatient, you know that right?” You tease Emmett, softly slugging his arm. His wife, rather, one of your sisters, grabbed you by the hand and led you into the car.

“Carlisle wants to see us right away. Esme called us and said it was an emergency.”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together as you pile into the family’s car. Alice starts up the vehicle as the rest of you try not to worry about what your father wanted to talk to you guys about.

“It’s probably nothing,” Jasper tried to soothe you. 

Your emotions were coming off strong as you tried suppressing your fear. He leaned across Emmett (Both of your sisters sat in the front as Rosalie called shotgun!) and took your hand in his.

Despite him having problems with blood and humans, your brother taught himself to familiarize your scent ever since you were a child. It didn’t affect him as bad as Bella did or the others did.

Seeing that you were still stressing out, Jasper began to manipulate your emotions until you felt calmer. Sending him a smile, you nod your head in thanks.

“Let’s see how much trouble we’re in now,” Emmett muttered as Alice pulled into the driveway of the house.

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Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.


warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!yoongi + sub!reader, spanking, substance abuse, physical violence, family issues, threatened non-con & strong language

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

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fundeadasylum  asked:

Don't think about smol Matt making grabby hands because he wants to be picked up. Don't think about smol Matt getting tucked into bed by his roomate-parents. Don't think about Tom and Edd checking in on him later and sighing in the doorway and muttering about how cute their son is. Don't think about Tom accidentally calling Edd "honey" and then being mortified and getting drunk as quickly as possible and Edd teasing him, "Your drinking is tearing this family apart, Tom!"

this ask made me so happy you have no idea

Things I’ve said while very tired {Sentence Starters}

  • “You need to do the sleep. I need to do the sleep.”
  • “I don’t think that’s supposed to do that thing, is it?”
  • “Well, whatever floats your goat, friend.”
  • “This game tears families apart… I get to be the racecar!”
  • “I want one of those. I’ll ride it into battle.”
  • “It needs to not be cute. That’s not even fair. It’s not.”
  • “You can fight my face, then.”
  • “Stop laughing at my incompetence, that’s rude!”
  • “Yes, I just put the mayonnaise in the cabinet. Don’t judge me.”
  • “My hands stopped handing an hour ago.”
  • “Have you ever wondered about frogs? Just… frogs?”
  • “Sleep is for the WEAK! —- And I am the weak, apparently.”
  • “I’m not tired. YOU’RE tired.”
  • “I could wrestle a bear if I wanted to!”
  • “I’m ready to fight! I’m not sure who I’m fighting, yet, but — !”
  • “Can I boop your nose? Just a little boop?”
  • “Can I just sleep here tonight? Walking to my room requires effort.”
  • “I might be barely conscious, but I’m still the winner!”
  • “It’s three am and I’m making a bagel. Clearly, I have my life together.”
  • “Am I trying to science this show, again? I am, aren’t I?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I would like to request a prompt where Jumin's biological mother comes back to see him after he becomes the head of C&R. It's up to you how it gonna turn out, whether it is angsty or not. Thank u!! :")

I meant for this to be angst but I’m a fOOL ᕦ( ఠ్ఠ _ ఠ్ఠ ˇ)ᕤ 

Anyhow, I’d be happy to do this thank you and have a terrific day sweetheart! Enjoy!


Mr. Han had passed.

They may as well have said his heart had broken.

A combination of the stress and pressure they had told you.

Started by the grief by one failed relationship after another.

Only so much could be done.

Until it inevitably ended.

Jumin had stayed by his father’s side during his last few days, assuring him he’d be fine, even updating him on the C & R’s status, as if he’d be heading to work the very next day. 

But as his heartbeat flattened, Jumin didn’t speak, his eyes wide with a sort of horror and fear you had never seen before. 

He hadn’t even realized he was crying as the sound of his father’s heartbeat stopped, staring miserably at Mr. Han, his brow furrowed and jaw gaping.

Yet no words came out. 

He was speechless. 

But as you wrapped your arms around him, he crumbled.

But despite everything, he was silent. 

He had stayed that way almost the entire night only speaking as you drew yourself away for a moment if only to get a blanket, seeing him tremble.

He had ribboned his fingers with your own, holding you back, his gaze turning to face you, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Don’t,” He hummed. “Don’t leave, please.” 

You gave in the moment he spoke, curling up beside him, feeling his arms entwining around you, holding onto you as though you might fade away with the next breeze. 

You never did.

Yet as time went on, the pain almost did.

Until someone arrived. 

Jumin had taken his father’s place as the head of the C & R company, always calling you throughout the day, always a hint of concern in his words before he’d hear you.

As if you’d be gone too.

Yet this day, you were planning to surprise him, a small gift held in your grip as you knocked on the office door, excitement brimming inside of you.

He opened it to meet you, an almost instinctual smile tugging at his lips as he saw you, chuckling lightly. 

“Darling!” He pressed a fond kiss to your head, ushering you inside of his office. “What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to bring you something!” You grinned, handing him the small gift. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this dessert and I finally-” 


You twisted to the door confusedly. “I thought this was your break?” 

“It is…” He frowned, stepped forward. “I’m sure it’s just Jahee with some forms I wasn’t given.” 

But as it unveiled who was on the other side, it was clear it was no mistake.

You hadn’t seen her before, but you knew the moment your husband’s face dropped.

His mother. 


Jumin had told you about her during quiet nights, an unmistakable gloom casting over himself as he retold the tales.

“She drained my family of almost everything we had,” He would confess, a cloudy glint in his eyes. “She’d spend every drop of money we had with us on shopping sprees. She nearly left us bankrupt, threatened us to lose our home, everything we had. You…You should’ve seen my father MC every night he’d break down, and each day they’d fight for what felt like hours. She didn’t even care MC…she just let our family rot.” 

As he would continue he’d struggle to come up with the words, shaking from the frustration. 

“If my father hadn’t left her…we would’ve fallen apart…but my dad he still did.” He sighed. “He kept searching for the happiness he never found with her.” 

And now she was back.

And poison was wound in her every move. 

She gave him a honeyed smirk, dipping her head politely. 

“Jumin! It’s been far too long hasn’t it?”

“…What…What’re you doing here?” He muttered, quiet and petrified. 

“What do you think I’m doing here honey? I’m here to congratulate the new boss!” She laughed meekly, allowing herself in. “I haven’t seen you in so long, you didn’t even invite me to the funeral…”

“Only family was invited.” He growled. “People who cared about my father.” 

“I don’t appreciate the accusation-” She noticed you, her gaze the size of saucers as she saw you, gasping. “Who is this? Is this the famous MC I keep hearing about?” 

She reached out to shake your hand, only held back as Jumin stepped between of you, scowling.

“Don’t touch them.” 

“Where are your manners Jumin?” She scoffed. “I simply want to introduce myself to them!” 

“I-um…I’ve already heard of you before Ms. Myung. No introductions needed!” You laughed sheepishly, Jumin’s arm snaking around your waist protectively. 

“Well…” She huffed, glaring at Jumin, curly locks of sooty hair twirling about her ears. “I suppose it’s good that at least one of you is decent enough to show some manners.” 

“Not that you deserve it.” 

“How can you speak to me that way?” 

“You think you deserve any sort of respect?” 

“How else do you talk to your mother?” 

“You’re not supposed to nearly tear apart your family either, but you had a rather fun time doing that as well,” He shot daggers at her, glowering. “you’re in no position to be upset.”

He jeered. “Why’re you even here?”

“I came here to discuss our policy,” She huffed, snatching out a stack of papers. “Since your father is gone I wanted to ensure there wouldn’t be any changes to the current agreement.” 

“Of course you did.” He shook his head. “Your business is worthless in comparison to our other partners though, C & R gains nothing from keeping you with us. And that’s with an objective point of view.” 

“You can’t just tear me out of this.” She threatened. “I’ve been a part of this business for too long!” 

“And for most of that time, you were tearing that apart!” He remarked. “It shouldn’t even matter to you regardless, you still hold rights to your business, simply sell yourself off to someone else, since you’re so confident in your importance.” 

She weakened for a moment, attempting to grab onto his arm, her son jerking away, almost repulsed somehow.

“You can’t do this to me me…I’m your mother…I-I raised you.” 

He winced, hesitating if only for a second.

“My father raised me, you are a woman who used him for his wealth,” He stared down at her, utterly towering. “I will not make the same mistake.”

“If you talk to me that, I can only the poor treatment you put MC through.” 

You could hardly believe your ears, nearly choking on air as you switched to her, sneering. 

“Unlike you, I married my husband because I love him!” You proclaimed. “I love him more than anything! I don’t love his money, his big house, or any sort of wealth he has! I love him because he’s him!” 

You thought of his delicate, tender laughter, his ridiculous puns he’d murmur to you throughout the day, his enjoyment of stories, and even the simple light in his eyes that would grow as he’d look at you, as though you hung the very stars.

Yet more than anything you thought of his pure desire to make you happy.

You even saw it then, keeping you close, trying to hide away the anger seeping from him.

But as he looked at you, he melted. 

And your heart swelled with warmth.

“He has never hurt me,” You proudly declared, “and I’m not going to let you hurt him.” 

She was baffled, jaw agape, trying to come up with something, anything to say.

But Jumin got to it first.

“If you’d rather had a more grand exit, I’d be more than happy to call security, otherwise, go.” 

She began sentences as she balled her hands into fists, finding herself backed into a corner.

The only option was, to leave. 

And she did.

She readjusted the colors of her jacket, puffing out her chest with some sort of faux pride before storming off, an odd sort of melancholic regret plastered onto her before the door shut.

And for a moment there was silence.

And it sank in.

“Thank you…” He muttered, his head turned to the door, a cloudy fog in his eyes. “I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of her honestly.” 

“I don’t think I could’ve either…” 

“But um…may I ask you something?”


“Did you…did you really mean what you said-before-I mean.” 

You raised your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you, your fingertips lacing within his messy strands. 

“Of course I did,” You spoke quietly, earnestly. “I meant every word Jumin.” 

You pressed a kiss to his nose, smiling.

“I love you for you, nothing could ever change that,” You continued, your heart swelling. “Nothing will ever change that.” 

He laughed beneath his breath, almost in disbelief, pulling you close to him.

“Thank you, darling,, I…I just…” 


“I can’t even put into words how much I love you.” 

Journey Across The World For You

Moana x Reader, minor OC

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1700

Warnings: None :) just a wholesome cute fic enjoy!

Request: @vivere-citta I would like to request a Moana x reader (I’m sorry, I’m obsessed with her) where the reader wishes to help her on her journey to find Maui and restore the heart, but Moana thinks it’s too dangerous. (You decide whether it’s romantic or platonic)

A/N: As always, so sorry this took so long. All the Newt ones you requested are on the way. We are really working on tackling requests and getting them out quickly. Enjoy!

His foot drew back. He measured and analyzed the field in only two moments. Kimo screamed when his foot flew forward, out from under him colliding with the coconut. You and the other kids weren’t sure whether it was an initial scream of dominance or anticipation of pain and regret.

Either way, your brother threw himself on his back and screamed. Monstrous tears pouring down his face. You ran to his side, the other kids clearing a path for you. Moana was right next to you.

“Kimo?” Moana called out. She reached out to your brother and took him in a warm embrace, until your mother came bounding over with a look of disapproval on her face.

“He deserved what he got.” you told your mother as she walked away. She only sneered then returned to comfort your brother and nurse the massive bruise that would be on his foot.

“We could’ve used a ball of tweed or something.” you said walking back to Moana.

She shook her head at you and laughs. “If you kick tweed it’s going to just fall apart. Plus, you dared him to kick it.”

“He didn’t have to say yes.” you laughed.

Moana crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head at you. She tried to force a look of disappointment on her face. You only laughed. She scrunched her nose, raised her eyebrows and bit her lip. She began to turn red. She let out a breath and a smile and laugh broke through.

“I hate you, (Y/N).” Moana tried to say with a straight face, but she only ended up laughing.

You threw your arm around her. “You know you love me.”

The two of you laughed and wandered off to sit on the beach, and let the waves tickle your fit in the sand.



“I’m so proud of you, Moana.” He embraced her and pulled her close. She wasn’t Daddy’s little girl anymore.

“Thanks, Dad.”  Moana said, with a smile. She pulled away from her father and walked towards you. There wasn’t a smile anymore.

She walked past you, the chief crown hanging in her fingers. She walked to the beach and stood on the shore, letting the waves wash over her feet.

You ran over to her. You put an arm around her. “Hey.” you said softly.

“Hey.” she replied, staring at her feet. She kicked up some sand. The crown fell beside it.

“What are you going to do?” you frowned.

The two of you sat down in the sand. “I don’t know.” she shrugged. “I don’t want to disappoint. But, staying here doesn’t feel right.” she pulled at the Heart of Tafiti. Moana glanced up at the tree. The leaves were blackening and it was only spreading. “Everyone is telling to stay and lead.”

“Not everyone.” you raised an eyebrow. “I’m with you, 100% no matter what you do. You know that. But, the real question is what do you want to do, Moana? Who is telling you what’s right? Them?” you pointed back towards the village. “Or you? Don’t forget about that voice inside of you, Moana.”


Your heads turned sharply. Moana’s parents were standing, tearfully.

“Gramma…” Moana said softly.


You stood outside the hut.

Inside, Moana clutched her dying Gramma Tala. You hadn’t gone in with her, because it was personal and she needed to do it on her own. You were just there to make sure it was alright after.

The moonlight sparkled on the water. The ocean was just behind the line of trees. There was a whole world beyond the island and Moana wanted to join it. You would follow her across the world, just to be with her.


You turned to see Moana. Her emotions shattered. You wrapped your arms around her and hugged her. She cried into your shoulder. You held her tightly. You didn’t want to see her get hurt. You didn’t want to never see her again. That seemed like a worthless life.



Moana pulled away. She looked out at the sea. “It’s calling me.”

You looked at her, her hair whipping in the wind. The moonlight cast across her face, making her tears shine. Without saying another word, she jumped off the hill and ran down towards the ocean. Her future.


Moana was ignoring you and everything else as she pulled the sails tight. “You can’t tell me not to go.” she finally said.

“I wasn’t ever going to say that, Moana.”

“Then why aren’t you saying goodbye?” she turned around.

“Because, I’m not letting you go-”

Moana started to shout. “You can’t be serious! You have always said you support me in everything I do. You’ve been telling me to follow my heart. So I am. I’m doing this with or without your support. I’m going to find Maui, show him I mean business and return the Heart and-”

“Alone!” you shouted. “I’m not letting you go alone.” your voice softened.

You stepped into the water beside Moana and stepped onto the sail boat.

“(Y/N), I…”

You shook your head. “Don’t say anything.” you reached your hand out to her. “Now are we coming or what?”

She smiled and grabbed your hand.

You stood beside her and took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

She smiled at you then looked at the sail. She took a deep breath. “Yeah.” she sighed. “Let’s do this.” she grabbed a rope and pulled it back. “I don’t know how to sail, but we can do this. I’m going to go find Maui, tell him to put the Heart back, and everything will be saved. Yeah. I can do this.”

You smiled at her with no doubt in your mind.

Moana was going to save the world.


“Moana!” you cried.

Maui flung her from the ship into the sand. You ran and helped her up. He was getting away. “Thanks for the ship!” he laughed.

He pushed it into the water. You jumped and ran at him. You yanked the paddle out of hand. Swung your arm back, full force and let him have it with one swift whack of the paddle. “Hey!” He fell into the water. He resurfaced. Angry.

You grounded yourself. Moana now by your side. You held the paddle threateningly. “We can do this one of two ways. Moan and I leave you left for dead-”

“I can’t die. I’m a Demigod.” Maui laughed.

“You can suffer.” you said firmly. “Either come with us and restore the Heart, or stay here for eternity with only your massive ego to accompany to the end of time. But as the world dies, you will have to live with the fact that it is your fault. When you could’ve done something about it.”

You were fuming.

Maui was left speechless. Moana a little bit too.

Maui sighed. “Humans. So ungrateful. Get on the boat. We’re going to go save the world.”

Moana smiled at you. Your anger softened at her smile and you smiled back at her. The three of you jumped onto the boat. Off to restore the Heart of Tafiti.


You don’t know when you knew it. Maybe it was her laugh. Her smile. Her love and determination. Maybe it was just her. Before you set sail for Tafiti and all the adventures that would follow it. All the near death experiences.

Anytime you had doubts or fears, Moana was there. You were there for her too. There never was a moment that she was truly alone. You wouldn’t let her be.

You can’t put a finger on a point in time when you knew. Maybe it was that feeling that hit you when she laughed, when you knocked Maui out with a paddle. Or her standing courageously, in front of Tafiti, just a moment from death’s touch. As she restored the heart, you felt she had truly touched your heart too.

You are lost in the haze of applause and praise. The hugs that say I-thought-you-were-gone-forever. The way you hold her all the time. Because you’re so afraid that one day it might be true. You are limp when your family smothers you in hugs and kisses. Thinking of the day you met Moana and how she changed your life forever. Replaying your journey across the world you just returned from. From the beginning she was your everything, and you weren’t going to ever let go of that. You were nothing without Moana.

You tear apart from your family and tear through the crowd. You break free of the haze. Your only focus on one girl. Pushing past everyone. Ignoring everyone who was pulling you back. Finally breaking free of the hold of your thoughts. You had a little voice of your own. It was time you started listening to it.

“(Y/N)?” Moana says, as you push her father away from her.

You just grab her and kiss her. You wrap your arms around her, and hold her as she is your everything.

Moana pulls away. Out of breath. “(Y/N)…”

“No.” you say. “I have to say this.” you hold her hands. “Moana. I would sail every sea. I would journey across the world for you.” you laugh. “I just did. Because it isn’t any different. Moana, you are my world. I don’t know when I knew it. Maybe I’ve always known. I guess I just chose to listen to my own little voice for once. For the longest time, I listened to my doubts and fears. But today I’m listening to my heart. Do you know what it is saying?”

“What?” she laughs.

You move in closer. “It’s calling for you.”

Moana kisses you and takes you by surprise. Pulling away from just a moment. “Mine too.”

You kiss with everyone’s eyes on you. But you only have one focus. A girl who isn’t even seventeen. A girl who changed your world and opened your eyes to a whole new world. A girl who is your whole world.

Her name is Moana.

Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS]  →  angel!au / demon!au
Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

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Ike/Xander C-A Support

Written by @dawn-awakens


Xander: Sir Ike!

Ike: Hm? Oh, hello there. Um… you’re Xander, from the World of Conquest, right?

Xander: That’s right.

Ike: Well met, Xander. I’m Ike, although it looks like you knew that already.

Xander: Of course. Stories of the Radiant Hero of legend reach even across realms, you know.

Ike: That’s flattering, but I’m no one special. I just did what needed to be done, and had a lot of help along the way.

Xander: You say that, and yet such modesty is a quality only true heroes possess.

Ike: *sigh* I suppose I should just get used to this sort of thing while I’m in Askr.

Xander: Apologies, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

Ike: Nah, it’s fine. Just feels weird having everyone heap so much praise on me, especially in this world, where I’m about as heroic as anyone else you’d run into in the castle. Well, except maybe that Narcian fellow…

Xander: Yes, well, Narcian aside, all of the heroes in the castle do have their own stories to tell, but I can guess why yours resonates with everyone so much.

Ike: I’m listening.

Xander: Well, yours is an incredible story of a common mercenary who rises to the challenge of guarding his country’s hope against the tyranny of an oppressive power, correct?

Ike: Er… yeah, I suppose you could simplify it that way.

Xander: There you have it then. Those here of common blood see your story as inspiration to better themselves. If you could accomplish such deeds, there’s nothing stopping them.

Ike: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

Xander: Meanwhile, speaking personally, those who are of royal blood are fascinated at the lengths that a once average citizen would go to to protect that which he holds dear.

Ike: Hm… I can sort of see where you’re coming from. Still though, there are far more impressive heroes here to admire than me.

Xander: Hahaha… I suppose you’re entitled to that opinion.

Ike: Right, well, I appreciate the insight, but I’m assuming you had a different reason to approach me?

Xander: Ah, yes. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to challenge you to a duel. I believe I could learn much from you.

Ike: Heh. I was hoping you’d say that, to be honest. The feeling’s mutual. Fighting strong opponents from other worlds is always fun, and you certainly look strong.

Xander: I’m honored. Well then, shall we begin?

Ike: Sure, just don’t expect me to hold back. I’ve apparently got quite the reputation to uphold.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank C.]


Ike: Oh, hello, Xander. How’s your arm doing?

Xander: Greetings, Sir Ike. Still sore, if you can believe it. I’d never have thought the most grievous wound I’d receive after sparring with the Radiant Hero himself for the past few days would come from a third party.

Ike: Yeah, Anna slugged you pretty hard when she saw how much it’d cost to repair the damage we did to the castle in our last bout. To be expected when both fighters decide to use magical swords, I suppose.

Xander: Perhaps we should go back to using training swords from our next session onwards?

Ike: Well that wouldn’t be any fun at all, now would it?

Xander: Ha! Perhaps not.

Ike: I just wish she would have at least let us finish. The score is still tied now, after all.

Xander: Indeed. You were correct to suggest that using our real blades could be used to settle the tie. I’m fairly certain I would have emerged the victor had we the chance to finish.

Ike: I don’t know about that.

Xander: Hahaha, agree to disagree I suppose. At any rate, I daresay the damage to the castle would have been the same even without your divine blade. Wherever did you learn to fight?

Ike: Well, I learned most of my skills from my father.

Xander: Oh, I see.

Ike: He was a terrific swordsman, unmatched in skill and strength. Even beyond that, after our mother died, he looked after not only myself and my sister, but also our entire mercenary group. I learned pretty much everything I know about anything from him… If it wasn’t for his guidance I don’t think anyone would be calling me a hero at all.

Xander: …

Ike: How about you, Xander? You fight too well to be self taught, and since you’re royalty I’m assuming your father knew a thing or two about the blade. Did you learn from him as well?

Xander: Ah, yes. I… did.

Ike: Well then, I’m sure he’d be proud to see how well you’ve taken after him.

Xander: …

Ike: Um, everything alright Xander? Did I say something wrong?

Xander: No, not at all… Excuse me, I should be-

Ike: Hey, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you. I may not know what to say or even be able to help, but it’s better than keeping everything bottled up.

Xander: *sigh* Well… There was a time when my father was a very respectable man, and had many of the same traits as yours. He was kind, strong, and cared deeply about those dear to him, perhaps even to a fault.

Ike: But…

Xander: …Suffice to say, he suddenly began to change for the worst. He grew callous, cutting himself off from everyone, and his battle tactics grew more and more ruthless. By the time my youngest sister was born, my other siblings and I could barely recognize him.

Ike: I see.

Xander: All he did, he claimed to do for the glory of Nohr, but he was always lashing out at everyone, no matter the situation. He’d execute prisoners left and right, and threaten even my siblings with the same fate whenever they went against his wishes.

Ike: What? That’s terrible!

Xander: Indeed. I… did my best to be their pillar of support, but as Crown Prince, our father’s eye was often on me, intent on molding me into his essence. For the good of our family and our country, I knew I needed to remain in his good books, so I obeyed to the best of my ability, but…

Ike: Oh… So when I suggested you’d taken after him…

Xander: …I apologize, Sir Ike. I fear I’ve went on for far too long already. I thank you for listening, but I think it’s best that I be on my way for the time being.

Ike: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-

Xander: Don’t let it trouble you. Good day then.

[Xander exits.]

Ike: …*sigh* I sure messed that up.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank B.]


Xander: Hya! Hah!

Ike: Hyaaa!!

Xander: Wha-?!

Ike: Heh, looks like this one’s mine.

Xander: Ha… yes, I suppose so… I yield.

Ike: Phew, I’ve been doing pretty well today. Guess all this training we’ve been doing together is paying off.

Xander: Well-

Ike: At least, that’s what I’d say if you weren’t so obviously distracted by something.

Xander: Hm? What makes you-

Ike: Is this about what you told me the other day? About your father?

Xander: …So you still remember. I should apologize again, I don’t really know what came over me. It’s not like me to ramble so much, I assure you.

Ike: Don’t worry about it, I was the one who brought it up. But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually. To be honest, I was a little caught off guard to hear something like that has been bothering you all this time.

Xander: …While it’s been on my mind for many years, I can usually keep it in the back of my thoughts as long as I have something to do, be it training or commanding armies. But hearing how much your father influenced you…

Ike: It struck a chord?

Xander: …If the influence of an exemplary father can turn one into the world’s strongest hero, then what of a case like mine?

Ike: What of it? I don’t see a problem.

Xander: But-

Ike: I won’t take back what I said, my father’s teachings are what made everything I did possible. But honestly, I think I was just lucky in that regard. Many members of my company had less than ideal parents. Some don’t even remember who brought them up. And yet, they were every bit as heroic as I was. Maybe even moreso.

Xander: Why do you say that?

Ike: They had additional hurdles to overcome. My life hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park, but I’m not even sure if I’d still be here if I had been born into the same situations as some of them.

Xander: I see…

Ike: Overcoming adversity despite the odds… that’s what it means to be a hero, isn’t it? I’m sorry that you have to deal with something like this, but I think history will someday see you in a far finer light than it does me.

Xander: I appreciate the vote of confidence, however I’m afraid I can’t be so certain of that myself.

Ike: Do you think I was certain of anything throughout my journey? Frankly, looking back, I could have been killed many times. It was faith that saw me through it all. Faith in the skills my father taught me, yes, but also faith in myself, and in my allies.

Xander: I can relate to that. I too, have many allies I can rely on in times of hardship. Their continued support is something I will always cherish.

Ike: Then why don’t you try being a bit more open with them? I’m sure someone among your friends and family have more practical solutions to all this. At the very least, confiding in those close to you is something your father probably didn’t do either, so it would be a step in the right direction.

Xander: Will it really be enough though? Or worse yet, what if they wind up getting hurt as a result?

Ike: It won’t come to that, I’m sure of it.

Xander: Would that I could be so certain.

Ike: I’ll have to be certain enough for the both of us then. If it’s for the sake of your country and your family, I’m sure you’ll find a way. That’s the kind of person you are, Xander. The kind who would do whatever it took to… how did you put it when we first met… “protect that which he holds dear.”

Xander: Sir Ike… I… will try. I thank you for your wisdom. I admit, I feel a small relief now even if nothing has truly changed. You’re surprisingly easy to talk to, it seems.

Ike: I don’t know about that, but I’m glad I could help. And I’d be happy to help even more, if you’ll let me.

Xander: How do you mean?

Ike: Well, I could just keep beating you in these duels. I’m no pushover, but if you can no longer beat me in a practice fight I don’t think you have to worry about tearing apart your family anytime soon.

Xander: Heh… If someone can still speak to me like that, I don’t think I have to worry about being as intimidating as my father for quite some time. With that said, I hope you’re ready to have your title of strongest hero brought into question.

Ike: By all means. One thing though. It’s Ike. Just Ike, please.

Xander: Ha… as you wish, Ike. At your ready.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank A.]

Brendon: hey… hey Ryan… ya wanna know what we are my bi buddy??

Ryan: *sighs*What?

Brendon: homiesexuals…

Ryan: Im leaving. You and your god damn puns are tearing this family apart

anonymous asked:

can you make a drabble or headcanons about what the boys will do if guardien avoids them after episode 13

All done! I decided to write headcanons instead of a drabble since its faster for me and I couldn’t come up with anything for a drabble. 

That said, here are the headcanons! Hope you like them!


  • Blue is miserable honestly.
  • But totally understands that you not exactly happy with him
  • He pretends he’s unconcerned and continues as normal, but he knows he’s fucked up and desperately tries to find a way to make it up to you
  • He knows he can’t and it eats him alive.
  • So he throws himself into his work, working 24/7 to distract himself from what he’s done.
  • It gets to the point the others try to intervene, worried about his health
  • He brushes them off though, claiming he’s fine. He’s not.
  • Since he’s not actively trying to stay out of your way, you might bump into each other in the halls.
  • The look of betrayal and anger on your face always makes him feel worse every time he sees it.
  • He can’t even pretend to be fine after an encounter with you.
  • Despite the increase in irritability, and decrease in productivity, Ez won’t do anything to remedy the situation, letting you decide when/if you’re ready to forgive him.


  • Valkyon is distraught but understanding.
  • If he were in your shoes, he wouldn’t hang around him either.
  • The guilt of what he’s done crushes him and he desperately wants to apologize but he can’t.
  • Knowing that he was the one to sever your ties to your world, your friends, your family, tears him apart and he can’t even gather the courage to even think about facing you.
  • So he avoids you, leaving the room whenever there’s even a hint of your presence, spending more time on missions so he doesn’t have to catch glances of you around the El, does anything and everything to erase his presence from your life.
  • If by chance you two do bump into each other, Valkyon always makes a hurried excuse to leave as soon as possible, just the sight of you breaking him into even smaller pieces.


  • Nevra, like the other boys, feels so guilty it hurts
  • Unlike the other two, he tries to make amends immediately and hunts you down relentlessly
  • Every time he corners you though, you make it clear you have nothing to talk to him about
  • Each (justified) angry exit breaks his already fragmented heart into tiny pieces
  • It’s not until he catches you crying quietly in your room does he finally leave you alone
  • Sleep has become a forgotten memory, his dreams haunted by the sight of your tears.
  • Everybody in the El has notices how Nevra’s withdrawn into himself 
  • They try to cheer him up, but he’s just so depressed nothing works.
  • He sometimes wishes he could start over, to try again.
  • But he knows that history would just repeat itself. 
  • He did what he did for the guard but he hates himself for it so damn much he wonders if it was worth it

Lannisters suffering physical loss + thinking of each other 

Words are wind. Words cannot hurt me.

We Are Not The Same, Brother

Star Wars (The Force Awakens) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Kylo Ren + Rey, Leia Organa & Finn

Warnings: tfa spoilers, death, violence


Word Count: 1,990

A/N: The related gif imagine is here [x]. This fic kinda hurt my heart a little while writing it, but nevertheless, hope you enjoy. (one shots are still closed) EDIT: There is now a PART 2

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Children of the Gods: Chapter 1

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Here it is everyone~ Finally getting into the action. Let’s see if you guys can figure out the other character. Because he will not be named in this part =3.

Word Count: 2.5k

Characters: BTS + EXO + Reader

Genre: Greek Myth AU

War, defined by society as “a state of armed conflict between different nations or states or different groups within a nation or state.”, defined by you as a pain in your ass. Your body suddenly jerked and a scream threatened to come up your throat but you choked it down as Yixing continued to wrap a small cloth around your thigh.

“Damn it Yixing, you’re supposed to be a healer. It feels like you’re trying about to rip my leg off.” you hissed out at your friend who’s face was scrunched up in concentration, his normally gentle hands covered in your blood.

“Shut up we don’t have time for this shit.” he yanked on the fabric, tying a knot over your wound to stop the bleeding, his hand quickly flying up and clamping down on your mouth to muffle your scream.

Your head fell back against the rock, your eyes staring up at the canopy of the trees and your head spinning as you tried to pull yourself together. The pain in your leg was unbelievable and you still couldn’t understand how that guy had gotten the better of you. The wound would slow you down considerably and you were grateful you had Yixing there to help.

The sharp sound of a twig snapping had your body tensing and all your senses going into overdrive. Your hand shot up, the signal immediately silencing Yixing as your other hand reached for your sword on the ground. Time slowed down for you, the seconds it took for the boy to step around the side of the boulder, his arrow to zip past your head and your sword to sink into his stomach, seeming more like minutes. He stood there, his eyes wide and staring at you, a small trickle of blood falling past his lips as he tried to speak.

You jerked back and fell to the ground again, your leg screaming out in pain and the boy falling to the ground. His face staring passively at the ground in front of him, the blood already pooling around him. You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes as you turned to face your friend.

“Yixing!” you stared in horror at the arrow lodged into his shoulder and his pain stricken face.

“Take it out. Now.”

“What? No, Yixing…”

“Take it out!” his voice was breaking now and you hurriedly reached forward, grabbing onto the shaft of the arrow, your free hand bracing against his chest. You were shaking now and you had to look in his eyes for reassurance, there had to be another way. You could see the pain he felt in his gentle eyes but you also saw the resolve, the surety with which he knew what to do.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, leaning up on your knees and yanking the on the arrow. The arrow tore out of his shoulder and a scream ripped it’s way out of your friend. The arrow fell out of your hand, the tip stained with his blood. Your heart ached when he yelped as you pressed your hands against his shoulder to stop the bleeding. You had promised to protect him when this stupid war had started and now you were struggling to stop him from bleeding out. The fact that this man who had vowed to never harm someone had to go through so much pain was unfair. Every part of you wanted to take him away from all this death and violence, he didn’t deserve to live in a world that was so fucked up.

His body slumped over and a light blue haze shielded his body now, being a son of Asclepius giving him the power to lessen his pain. He never used his powers unless he was desperate. There was one time during your training that you and your friends had snuck out late at night and Hoseok had broken an arm, that was the only time he had used his powers. You quickly grabbed his supplies and tied the bandage around his shoulder, tying it just as tight as he had tied yours, making his body jerk in response.

“God damn it.”

“Yeah I know. Trust me.” you quickly scrambled over to the fallen body, grabbing his bow and yanking the quiver of arrows off of his body. “We need to get the hell out of here now.” you slung the quiver over you shoulder and adjusted it accordingly, feeling slightly more relieved now that you had a bow in your hand. You grabbed the sword in your hand as well, using your free hand to pull Yixing up. You saw the shadow looming in the corner of your eyes and you rushed even more to leave.

“Hang in there Yixing I’ll get you to the boat.” his good arm wrapped around your waist, the pain in your leg subsiding by merely a fraction. He may be the son of Asclepius but his powers only went so far. “What are you doing?” you hissed out at your friend as you tried to pull his arm over your shoulder.

“Stop. In the situation we are in right now I would say an injured arm is better than an injured leg. Your injury could get worse if you continue to walk on it, just let me help you.” there was a short pause before he continued to scold you. “Plus you need one hand free to kill those bastards.”

A small smile spread across your face, he always could make you smile in the worst situations and you had no time to fight with him with your usual stubbornness. So you caved in and leaned against him, letting his body and arm support you as you made your way through the clearing and into the line of trees that lied ahead of you. You found the path you had to take, the grass having faded away and been replaced by packed dirt, the years of feet having passed over it creating a natural path to the ocean.

You looked back at the fallen boy, his face smooth and untouched by the pressures of life. His spirit was long gone by now, having been taken to the underworld to recieve judgement. It was too soon for him to die, this war was pulling everyone in, unnecessary deaths plaguing the city and tearing families apart. You whipped your head back around and stared ahead at the path in front of you.

“It was necessary, he would have killed us.” It felt like someone was squeezing your heart and trying to rip it out of your chest when those words came from your friend. The world really has gone to shit if even Yixing had to say something like that. You remember the light that used to be in his eyes as he stared at every living thing. His innocence was rare and hard to come by and this war stole that from him.

Fuck the gods, it was because of them and their petty feuds that brought war here on Earth. Their children ultimately taking the side of their godly parents, friends turning against each other, the leaders overthrowing the system and throwing the city into chaos. The gods didn’t even care what happened to their children, they didn’t care what happened to mortals.

You stayed alert as you made your way through the trees, your fingers toying with the end of the arrow notched into the bow. You were growing closer to the beach, you could tell because the trees were thinning, giving you more room to step over and move around branches. You thanked the years of training you had to go through, making your passage through the woods soundless and quick.

Your hands tightened on your bow as you stepped out of the tree line, pulling back on the string to ready yourself. People could jump out of the tree line at any time, there was only one person you wanted coming through those trees and you knew it would be some time before he got to the docks.

The beach lied ahead of you and the long stretch of wood that housed your escape boat welcomed you with open arms. If only the sand didn’t make moving impossible, you had to draw more attention to walking, your good leg sinking into the sand more than usual because you were favoring your left. Yixing worked to get you across the beach, the boat inching closer ever so slowly.

When you looked over at him you saw his face strained and the color having faded from his cheeks. His magic was flickering as well the blue haze disappearing for a few seconds before inching it’s way over his body once more. You pulled yourself away from his side, regretting it almost immediately as the actual pain of your wound coursed through you.

“Save your strength I will be fine.” you had more training than Yixing did, he had only come two years ago, after finishing his training in the medical field. You were able to bear the pain for the short amount of time it took you to get to the dock. The blue haze strengthened around him as it left your body, the flickering ceasing for now.

You finally made it to the dock, the wood welcoming and merciful on your wound as you made your way down to the boat. You lagged behind Yixing, making sure he stayed up. When you made it to the boat you had to help him lower himself down, giving him your elbow to hold onto, your hands never wanting to leave your bow.

He turned to you and held out his hand, ready to help you down as well. You froze when you saw his eyes grow wide, his hands slowly lowering and his eyes looking past your head. Fingers tightening around the arrow, you acted on reflex and spun, pointing the arrow straight at the man holding his sword to your head.

“Who the fuck are you?” your voice lifted as you stared straight into his dark brown eyes. The man had soft brown hair and a weirdly nice face, you definitely didn’t trust this guy.

“Get out of the boat.” you straightened your posture despite the proximity of his sword near your face and pulled back further. His voice was smooth and matched his face well, ‘Congratulations asshole you just made me hate you more.’.

“You say one more word to him and I swear I will send this arrow through your head.” Your voice was cold and truthfully made you seem a lot more badass than you normally would have seemed. Your body was stiff now and the pain in your leg was excruciating, but your hands never wavered. It felt wonderful to have a bow back in your hands, it felt natural, it felt safe.

“Alright.” your fingers twitched as he took a step back, lowering his sword, the gold metal glinted off the sun as he turned the flat of the blade towards you. You spun, avoiding his lunge and shot your arrow straight into one of his comrade’s legs. The girl fell to the dock screaming. You notched another arrow quickly and turned your attention back to him, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“Drop the sword.” His eyes were wide as they travelled from you to his friend and slowly back to you. His fingers slowly splayed out and rose up in front of him as he sunk to the dock. He was wise to place the sword down and immediately back away, obviously he wasn’t ready to die.

You inched your way back near the boat, your eyes not leaving his for even a second. You cursed under your breath as you noticeably limped your way over. He caught on quickly and his eyes flitted down to the blood stained bandage that was wrapped securely around your thigh. You could see him trying to think of something now and it honestly pissed you off even more. He was an idiot if he thought he could take advantage of your injury. You drew his attention away from your wound, showing him that it wasn’t a big deal as he thought it was, using your injured leg to kick his sword backwards to the edge of the dock.

“Get the boat started.” The sound of the metal scraping against the wood told you that Yixing had reached out and pulled the sword into the boat; so much for his weapon. You could hear Yixing retreat to the back of the boat, your eyes momentarily glancing towards the end of the dock. The thin figure quietly inched his way unnoticed by the group, the bow in his hands already drawn back and aiming. You directed your stare back to the asshole in front of you as his voice broke the silence.

“You’re both injured. We can help you, just put your weapon down.”

“That won’t be happening.” You knew his voice better than your own and you didn’t have to look to know Hoseok was calmly making his was around the group, his arrow fixed on one of them. Your eyes flitted towards him once again as he made his way next to you. If these guys thought you were impressive with a bow they were in for a surprise.

Hoseok being the son of Apollo looked like a god on his own holding a bow, the muscles in his arms as taunt as the string on the bow, his lean frame holding the perfect posture and his face eerily clam as he shifted his aim towards the asshole’s face. You remembered every day you spent as a child training with Hoseok, holding a bow in your hands and the endless hours he worked with you in the night. You remembered his brother as well, the cheerful pair always encouraging you when you felt like giving up.

“Get in the boat.” you immediately lowered your bow, scrambling your way down into the boat on your own, landing on your good leg to keep you steady. You reached up immediately and supported your friend as he stepped backwards into the boat, his body balancing wonderfully on the bow of the boat. You had always envied his cat like grace as well as his natural skill with the bow. “Go. Now.”

Hoseok projected his voice to the back of the boat so Yixing could hear him and the boat lurched, slowly starting to back away from the dock. You collapsed into the seat next to you, your leg not being able to take anymore. You watched as Hoseok braced his foot on the edge of the dock, pushing off and forcing the boat away from the dock faster. He didn’t relax until you were safely away from the dock, the figures standing there growing smaller each second as you set off towards the mainland.

Athens awaited.

I destroy homes, tear families apart - take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold - the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.

I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome - try me you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.

You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.

You’ll give up everything - your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.

You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.

If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.

Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.“