this was such hq at first

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a prompt for merlin, which you can totes delete if you want to. "where'd you get that shiner?" "door frame." "... y' sure?" because like how would he handle it if his lady friend he adored was letting her own ass be kicked at home? and he'd probably just be so *gentle* about it. i'd lose my mind.

He first starts to notice the bruising come the summer months. 

You wear long sleeves despite the stifling heat. He finds it odd, but you dismiss him when he asks claiming that the air conditioning in the London HQ has been acting up in your office. 

Merlin notices that you rarely wear your wedding ring. 

He supposes that’s a matter of preference, but on the days you do wear it, you’re more shaken than usual. Merlin notices that when he touches you, innocent and professional like a touch on the shoulder, you flinch. It worries him.

It’s not until the day you come in with a black-eye that he pieces it all together. 

It’s purple and blue and green around the edges and though you’ve tried to cover it up with make-up, you fail miserably.

Merlin knows the answer to the question before he even asks. “Where’d y’ get the shiner?”

You’re in the break room when it comes up. Side by side, you both stir your mid-afternoon tea. He’s tearing open a sugar packet as he asks. The question jars you from the contented state you’re in beside him and you knock your tea. It spills. You flinch, Merlin notices, as you quickly move to hurriedly wipe up the tea. “I wasn’t watching where I was going is all.”

It’s curt. Rehearsed

He doesn’t want to press. But, worry has flooded his chest and watching you cower over spilt tea is enough to spur him on. “… y’sure?”

Your head snaps towards him then, eyes wild with panic. His jaw clenches. Anger is building. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He watches you shrink. His voice is soft, eyes almost pleading. “Stay at my place tonight. Please, love. Y’ need t’ get away from him.”

“How could you tell?” you voice is meek, eyes trained on your tea. His hand meets yours and this time, you don’t flinch. Trust is there. Warmth, too. 

“M’ not just a pretty face, love.”

me, the first time i saw Keith Kogane: lol who’s this long-haired weirdo in the desert with the croptop jacket it looks ridiculous, i only like him because he has sword

me, now: where can i buy ten of keith’s jackets, also where’s the portal that i may enter the VLD universe to find keith kogane and give him my endless and unconditional hugs and love and support and more hugs (also also now he has 2 sword asdfghjkl)


I blame this entirely on the Didscord. This is YOUR FAULT. I hope you’re proud now.
So how long does Oikawa run around with that sign stuck to his back? :’D


Kagehina being dorks (✿◠‿◠)

Happy birthday dear Pam~!! @09kageyama 
[September 8th]

“then the ball hit my hand and I was all like WOOSH!!”

Hinata and Kageyama as third years, they grow up so fast *wipes tear*