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118 daily drabble (day 44; triage)

@118dailydrabble

notes: in the same verse as this drabble: 5 times buck and tommy tried to divorce each other and 1 time they gave up.

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the first time

"We can't keep doing this," Evan says quietly.

"Could we not do this now? We're hurt, we're not thinking straight."

"We're never thinking straight and if you turn that into a joke—"

Evan doesn't finish his threat and Tommy doesn't make a joke; things are dire. They've been dire, today and for a while, but it feels different.

"We're adrenaline junkies," Evan says. "We talk through our problems, we find new problems, we separate, and then there's some accident and here we are, back in hospital triage. We're in love. We can't live without each other, right? That's the only thing that matters."

Tommy's quiet, then says: "I want a divorce."

Evan picks at his bandage. "Me too."

[buckframe]

I rewrote (most of) 8b

8x13: "invisible" [partially rewritten]

instead of a forgotten birthday to showcase Hen's character not being seen and appreciated the way she deserves, it's her efforts and work that goes unnoticed (for example, she stays up all night baking muffins for denny's entire class and leaves for work before the others wake up and when she comes home noone even acknowledges it, and then the next day at work her brilliant idea saves the day but someone else (likely a man) gets credit for it.

all the eddie and chris vs the diaz parents happen the same.

add: a few short scenes to get a glimpse of Buck's mentality after he hangs up the facetimes with eddie and seeing how he's still dealing with his best friend's absence. maybe a scene where he's sitting alone in complete silence on his (wrong) couch with a beer in his hand feeling lost and lonely.

the Archie SL happens but maybe doesn't drag as much. especially the bus situation.

Hen's confrontation: turns out the kids and karen didn't realize she had made the muffins and thought she bought them before going to work (and they acknowledge that it would've still deserved their gratitude) and the 118 also apologize to her for miscreditting her work and not valuing her as they should have.

Eddie and Chris talk (even if briefly) about the kim situation and Chris forgives Eddie.

8x14: "Sick day" [partially rewritten]

wrong gender reveal cake scene will actually have a point (after maddie gives birth in later eps(/later in s9 really) turns out the baby is intersex (also foreshadowed by the berry talks) maddney have long talks and eventually decide not to take any 'corrective' measures and raise their kid in an open and loving environment and leave it up to them to decide what they want to be/identify as when they grow up. (they're not going to let Drs/others/society tell them what their child is or isn't bc scientists change their minds/can't even agree on what is or isn't a berry)

villain is a white man instead of a ginger braeburn twin and tumbler isn't badazzled (no reason other than that i prefer it them way)

Buck and Eddie facetime before buck's shift and Eddie surprises Buck by showing him that chris is back living with him

the 118 responds to the lab fire. explosion happens. chim's mask is blown off and he gets sick. Hen gets injured too but not in a way that reguires them to cut her in that lab with aerosolized cchf. maybe she breaks an arm or something.

the rest of the ep happens the same.

8x15: "Lab Rats" [partially rewritten]

mad scientist guy flashback. Buck and Athena leave to find him.

Ravi's breathing tube is nicked and Bobby notices when he goes to attatch the lab's oxygen supplies to him. Ravi makes Bobby promise not to say anything to the others. he's not even showing any symptoms yet so maybe he's not even infected.

Buck and Athena find the guy trying to sell the antiviral but the feds show up too and arrest them all and take them back to the lab site.

turns out athena got a similar vile filled with saline from the big pharma guy and switched the labels and stashed the real antiviral in a fridge at the company for Karen to come pick up after they leave so the feds have the fake vile. (and we didn't even need a stupid helicopter chase)

they all get to the site and Karen gives Athena the antiviral and she delivers it to Bobby who gives it Chim after Ravi's reassuring nod and thumbs up.

everyone finally gets to leave the lab but Ravi goes back in at the last second and locks himself in. he's just starting to show symptoms.

Buck and Bobby try yo break the door and cry but they're dragged away by the authorities. Ravi keeps reassuring them that 'it's okay' and 'it was his own choice'

emotional montage and sad music ending the ep with Ravi being carried out of the lab in a body bag.

8x16: "The Last Alarm" [completely rewritten]

montage of telling Ravi's parents and the 118 (not) dealing with the giref and guilt.

Bobby and chim especially feel guilty and responsible.

Bobby nearly relapses and drinks but Eddie (again) shows up at the right moment to stop him and this time Bobby tells him about it and the other time.

Eddie is back with Chris for the funeral and ofc they're staying with buck. let's say Eddie had taken Chris' bed with him to el paso and buck only had one air mattress so Chris takes the air mattress in his old bedroom and Buck refuses to let Eddie sleep on his uncomfortable ass couch. 'don't be stupid, we're adults, we can share a kind size bed.' (nothing comes out of this, i just hated eddie sleeping on Buck's fuckass couch lsdjlsjdf)

the funeral is longer than four minutes. all of the 118 (except for chim who leaves mid-bobby's speech) give speech at his funeral and it's a very emotional scene.

Buck and Eddie come home together while Chris goes with Henren to hang out with Denny (i know. convenient sijfdj)

Eddie opens the fridge and finds the champagne bottle Tommy left. he asks Buck about it and Buck reluctantly admits to sleeping with tommy but doesn't tell him about the 'competition' part.

Eddie gets irrationally angry for a striaght guy who defintely doesn't have feelings for his best friend, and says some mean stuff to Buck about purpoesly going back to the people who hurt him. "How long are you gonna keep doing this, Buck? giving yourself away to worthless people who can't even bother to call you the right name? what is it? do you get off on being treated like shit?" "Maybe I am. it beats dating women to fulfil a ' traditional family fantasy' and then cheating on them with my dead wife's doppelganger."

they both say mean shit they don't mean bc of the grief and guilt (and the fact that this 'roommate situation' isn't permenant and the diaz bys will leave again. they both hate it and they're misplacing their anger for their situations on each other)

Eddie ends up walking away and goes to the buckley-han residence to talk to chim about it maybe but Maddie tells him that he's gone for another 'run' to avoid talking to her. he goes inside anyway and talks to Maddie. Maddie helps Eddie sort of navigate his own emotions and figure out why Buck sleeping with Tommy made him so angry (and jealous) and tells him to talk to Buck about again. (she doesn't tell him about the 'competition' part either).

Chim is at Bobby's and they're having a fight. Chim blames himself and thinks bobby should've told them about Ravi. He should've let Chim have a say in who gets the antiviral. Bobby tells him that Ravi's death is not on him (chim). "it's on me. I failed him." they cry and hug. there's no resolution. what's done is done and they have to live with the situation and their decisions.

Buck and Eddie meet up at a bar to talk. they both apologize and Eddie tells him that he knows he's in no place to tell Buck who to sleep with and give lectures abt relationshsips and Buck gets a sheepish look and tells him "i'm not sure if that's true." Eddie is confused, his heartbeat picking up, cheeks flushing pink. he asks what Buck means and Buck tells him the full story ('competition with who?' and 'I don't have to want to sleep with everyone I have feelings for' and all) "And... like I told Maddie, you're my best friend and you're straight–" (strategically avoiding actually denying that he's in love with Eddie) "And if I wasn't?" "Wa- wasn't what?" "Straight."

they stare at each other, gazes locking and the rest of the people at the bar fading into the background. the last piece of the puzzle finally clicks into place. they're both leaning in, inch by inch, slowly and at the last second before their lips touch Buck's phone rings. unknown number. he almost ignores it.

but then picks up. "Buck... Help... me... I'm... trapped..." *line goes dead*

roll credit

8x17: "Unburied" [completely rewritten and re-titled]

ep opens with buck and eddie banging on bathena's door (unfinished dreamhouse and all) they tell Bobby and Athena what happened (not the almost kissing but Bobby clocks them immediately) "It was Ravi! He told me he's trapped and then the line went dead. It doesn't even ring when I try to call back!"

Bobby and Athena pretty much don't believe him (Eddie believed him, no questions asked) but Athena humors them and calls the station and asks a colleague to trace that call.

back in Henren's house they get the call that Mara's adoption is finalized and they can make it official as soon as they want. they all celebrate (chris is there too btw, i didn't forget about him. him being there also reminds him of how much his family in LA means to him and how much he's missed being a part of it).

Athena gets a call from her colleague expecting to find it was a prank call from some sicko but they tell her she has no authorization to trace that call. she tries to press harder and calls someone higher up and they practically threaten her not to pursue this. something something national security. and thats when she and bobby believe it. it was really Ravi. it had to be.

Athena does some illigal shit to trace the call anyway and it turns out it came from an underground (literally) gov lab that officially doesn't even exists. Athena threatens to go public (I wouldn't be opposed to have taylor kelly play a small role here) and expose them doing weird secret experiments on people. so they let 3 of them go in there to get an explanation. (Eddie stays behind and goes to pick Chris up)

back in Buckley-han household maybe maddie and chim are still trying to finalize baby names so they try calling buck and bobby but their phones go straight to voicemail. they're mildly worried. Maddie leaves for her night shift.

Buck, Bobby and Athena get to the lab and they're taken to a hallway and shown Ravi sleeping (medically induced coma bc he had managed to escape his room and call Buck whom he only knew his phone # bc for ages he refused to save buck's number out of spite and since buck had been texting and calling him a lot since Eddie was gone he had accidentally memorized his phone #) in an isolated room. basically Ravi's body was more resistant to the virus but they believed it would still kill him so they pretended that he's already died to 1- experiment on him since he's already 'dead' anyway so they can be prepared in case this happens again, and 2- not give his family false hope that he's going to survive.

The lab/gov people and Bathena go back and forth threatening each other but eventually Bathena win and they make them prioritize curing Ravi.

Chris and Eddie talk about staying in LA when they get home.

On his way home, Buck calls Eddie to let him know how it went (briefly) and also says something cheesy like "we'll finish what we started before Ravi rudely interupted us when I get home" and right before they hang up there's an earthquake (not big), Buck hits the brakes and curses and then laughs bc hes fine and nothing happened while Eddie nearly had a heart attack. but then the ground under Buck's car collapses and swallows Buck's truck with him in it. the line goes dead. the last thing Eddie heard was Buck's screaming.

8x18: "Reborn" [completely rewritten and re-titled]

Eddie calls 911 while he and chris are running out of the house to get to his car. Josh takes his call and they immediately start trying to find Buck's location. Eddie is going straight to the firehouse. he's alerted everyone else to meet him there to gear up and go to Buck's rescue (and leave Chris with one of the background firefighters at the station).

switch to Buck. he's buried underneath tons of concret and soil. a pipeline has also blown up and its filling his car with water. he has no service to call anyone so he records two messages. one for everyone, and one just for Eddie and chris. (we only see the one he records for everyone else/general message. the one for eddie is revealed next season)

Maddie goes into labor (induced by stress bc his brother is buried alive somewhere). it's a parallel to having jee while albert was on the verge of death only that time they didn't know until later and chim was with her. this time she knows and chim is out there trying to save buck so she feels so scared and alone. Karen comes to pick her up from the dispach center and takes her to the hospital despite her protests to stay.

the 118 get to the site where Buck went down. its completely collapsed and they can't access him from the top. it would take too long so they have to find old underground tunnels to accesshim. (lowkey want it to be raining too for more dramatic effect. or the blown up pipeline is spraying water everywhere) they do some cool complicated shit to get to Buck's car. only it's already filled with water and Buck isn't moving.

Maddie has to have a c-section bc there's a complication. it goes back and forth to the OR with maddie and the site with the 118.

they get Buck out and Eddie starts CPR before anyone else even gets a chance to touch him. Hen and Chim are practically frozen. Buck can't be gone too... (they don't know abt Ravi)

against all odds Buck comes to and coughs up a lot of water, his eyes meet eddie and he smiles for a momeny before he crashes. his body goes into shock and his heart stops. this time Bobby and chim drag a screaming sobbing Eddie away so Hen can resuscitate him. Eddie is crying, begging Buck not to leave him, that he loves him and that he and chris are staying (not caring or even thinking about how the others will now know too) bc he's their home and they're his.

back and forth montage (with dramatic/romantic music) of taking buck to the hospital (got his pulse back but he's still critical) and maddie nearly dying on the table. 118 getting to the hospital and finding Karen there. (we don't hear them speak but its clear what's going on) she tells them about maddie and Chim runs to the direction of the delivery OR while they take buck the other way (ER?idk). baby starts crying, both Devin (they/them) and maddie are okay. at the end of the montage chim is looking into the NICU and Chris and Eddie are watchiing Buck in the ICU thru a window.

final scene: Bobby telling Athena and Hen that he's retiring (for real this time) and Ravi opening his eyes in the gov lab.

Roll credit

[greenleaf4stuff]

Random Drabble - Rock Musician AU has me VERY intrigued :)

Hiii and thank you for your kind ask @ultrarebelheart/@illegalcerebral! <3 This is in response to this WIP Game.

It's an Adar/Celebrimbor (silverscars) Modern!AU oneshot, with Celebrimbor as an A&R rep for a music label and Adar as the lead singer of a band Celebrimbor wants to acquire for the label.

Fun fact: I started this one-shot, got distracted by my current multi-chapter fic, and continued it about 4-5 weeks later, something I haven't done very often before.

Second fun fact: What this was meant to be was a small PWP one-shot. What it ended up being - so far, since I haven't gotten around to editing it yet - is an incredibly long PWP one-shot. Oops?

And of course I can share a small snippet as well, hope you like it! :D

And then there was Adar himself; with his dark, long hair, scarred body, the way his top clung to his torso and how his all-black clothes complemented his pale skin, he cut a striking figure already – and he had the attractive face to match it –, but this guy also had a stage presence that could rival the best of the business.

He appeared self-assured, smug even, in his performance, but there was also a fragility underneath, a sense of vulnerability that Celebrimbor could not deny was intensely alluring. All this drenched in an inherent sensuality that permeated every single performance, be it an aggressive song that spoke of rebellion, a ballad grieving the mistakes of the past, or indeed a song that spoke of romance and of unfulfilled desire coupled with a need for beauty and companionship.

By the end of the performance, Celebrimbor had understood both the appeal of the band itself and the reason why Gil-Galad had sent him out here to try and win them over. This group was almost guaranteed to make it big one day, as they had a real talent that could be harnessed, encouraged and improved upon.

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @118dailydrabble, word 50: Recuperate And for @911-rarepair-week, Day 1 (Again haha): Lucy / Taylor

Taylor is at the bar, laughing and brushing her red hair back while talking to another woman.

Lucy scowls. "What is she doing here?"

Tommy frowns. "Who?"

"Never mind," Lucy mutters, face heating up when Taylor discovers her, smirks and raises her glass. "Let's go somewhere else."

God. I loathe her. *

"You must be enjoying this ..."

"What?"

"Me being helpless."

"Shut up, Taylor. You're losing too much blood to be joking." *

Taylor looks small and exhausted in the hospital bed, but she's alive.

"Thanks for saving my life," she says. "I owe you."

Lucy shrugs. "You could buy me a beer. I mean, after you recuperate."

Really, Donato? What happened to the loathing?

"Deal," Taylor says, smiling.

(AO3 Link)

[wisteriagoesvroom]

promptfill for @clearlyclairesblog!

P.s. I don’t know if this is the direction you wanted, but here is what I ran with…

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Mercado lestappen Rated G for general audience vibes (and a bit of angst) Minor mentions of drinking 1.2k words (Also readable on ao3)

The supermarket is playing a mariachi cover of a radio song that Charles doesn’t know the name of, nor does he particularly care to. In the last year since he’s been to Central America he’s been racing in what the newspapers would call “beautifully”, “at a level that hasn’t been seen in over seven years” — and if the Twittersphere is also to be believed, “b for big slay”. But apparently it still, still! isn’t enough to beat the number one two nights ago at the Autódromo.

Charles swats away the thoughts. This is not time to dwell on the bad race. He is here to try and forget the bad race. He rubs his eyes and holds a bottle of what he thinks is tequila, the words abstract on the amber bottle. The lights are too bright in here, and the aisles too colourful. Driving on the track suits Charles because he can expend his energy hyper focused on what he needs to do, where he needs to go. It gives his anxiety a channel of relief, where high octane and being rabbit-quick serves a glorious purpose.

Here, in the real world, sometimes he is not so sure.

There are too many soda options that could go with the bottle that he's holding. (It behooves him, a son of Monaco, to at least have some kind of chaser. To keep this nominally classy, to make this self-pity show not entirely pathetic. Even Charles when sad has standards. Maybe grapefruit jarritos would make a good accompaniment for tequila and depression?)

Andrea would probably kill him, but whatever. There’s a reason Charles left the whole team at the hotel, wandered off with a cap and big hoodie in search of quiet time. Besides, abstinence from indulgence, in all its forms still hasn’t gotten Charles any further in the standings compared to last year. So he deserves a little boozy soda, non?

Of course, to add insult to injury, Max Verstappen’s face stares at him from a can of Red Bull. And of course Charles can’t help but laugh. Of all the endorsements in the world, of all the people to see now, it is the cause of his despair, Satan on hot wheels himself who deigns to make an appearance to haunt him in the Fresko.

That is what breaks him. It starts as a giggle, ends with his face buried in his hands, and Charles wonders what the world would make of him having un petit meltdown in the middle of a suburban supermarket.

“What the hell?”

The voice knocks him right off kilter. He would know that voice anywhere. No, it could not be.

But when Charles looks up, there he is. His rival, in the flesh. Equally in a cap and dark hoodie, holding a loaf of bread and a six-pack of Corona under one arm.

“Is that bread?” Charles says. He doesn’t know what to say, really. They do not share much off the track, him and Max. They live in the same city, but don’t cross paths. They are born sixteen days apart, but besides racing have almost nothing in common. They carted together for over a decade, fought in F1 together for almost another more and somehow Max has over quadruple the WCs and Charles has nothing to show for it except a couple of podiums, and maybe a lot of shame. (He tries not to think too much about the shame.)

Max, to his credit, doesn’t seem particularly ruffled about any of this. These days, Max has mellowed out, grown from defensive boy to assertive man, relaxed in his shoulders, laughs a little more easily. In contrast Charles finds himself trying not to sink into his car, to tell himself to smile more genuinely for the cameras that are now starting to feel more and more like a burden rather than anything fun, because years of expectation and being told you’re a winner, and for it to never be true, can gnaw at your self-esteem like that.

Slightly further down the aisle from him, Max tilts his head. “I was hungry.”

“That’s fair.”

“And thirsty.”

“Me too.”

Charles doesn’t miss the way Max’s eyes flick down to the shopping basket and back up.

“That bad, huh?”

That bad? Charles fumes to himself. Max doesn’t know what it’s like, he couldn’t possibly imagine what it’s like, to always be second, to aim for something and fight for it so hard, only for it to still fall out of reach—

“You raced really well.” Max says, factually. As if the sky were blue, as if the supermarket did not at all intellectually or spiritually affect his cognitive functions like it already has thrown Charles for a loop. Max pronounces his assessment as if it were an absolute, which is Max’s power, you see. To take destiny by it’s teeth and force it to heel.

“Evidently, what I did was not enough.” Charles says.

“You took every line that was needed.”

“I did.”

“Your tyre management has been the best I’ve ever seen it.”

“Thanks. But you were better.”

“Yes. I’m not going to apologise for that. You know well, how it is.”

Charles laughs, low, a little bitter. Yes, he does know well, how it is. “The rest of us are mice. Scrambling around the ankles of an elephant.”

Max, for his part, seems to chew on this. Shifting the bread a little higher in the crook of his elbow, eyes glancing but not really looking at the cans in the aisle. The music plays on for a few moments in the background, a cheery tune with lots of fast strumming. It’s a minor miracle that they’ve not been spotted, but this late at night, it seems the only person around is the disinterested cashier who is filing her nails at the checkout.

Somewhere in the distance the cashier coughs. Max taps the side of his thigh with his index finger, once, twice. Neither of them seems to know what to say.

Finally, Max yanks a Red Bull can off the shelf, closes the distance, and drops it right into Charles’s basket. This close, Charles can see the proud tilt of Max’s chin, the brown flecks in the other man’s eyes.

“A chaser.” Max says. Both of them aware of the double meaning. The drinks, their history.

Charles swallows. So fine, maybe it because it’s 2am, or maybe it’s the desperation. Here, face to face with Max, away from the cameras and the rest of the world, they can slow their strange dance, and Charles is able to say what he has really wanted to say. He wills it into his mind with more iron and fury than he truly feels.

“I will beat you one day, you know.”

His blood swims with it. He wills it to settle, to become familiar with the feeling, asserting himself in this way, speaking what he really means.

In turn, Max smiles. Genuine, this time, crinkling to the corner of his eyes. The rare ones he grants to the rest of the competitors on the couch after a good race, when he’s come off the track with fantastic pace. The one he has when he waves to his nephews.

Max doesn’t back off at all. He leans even closer. (Charles could count every lash. Tucks it away somewhere secret, somewhere with sharp edges that he can’t look too closely at, yet.)

“Absolutely, Charles.” Max says, all conspiratorial. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[fortune-maiden]

Feng Xin Week Day 1: Ju Yang

Starting a Drabble series for Feng Xin week (@fxweek)! :D

Here is Day 1's drabble! :D

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Shi Qingxuan said coyly. (He did, it was just that his brother taught him to never back down.) Feng Xin sputtered, bright red from either anger or embarrassment, barely coherent curses spilling from his mouth. He gestured rudely towards the pile of prayers. They all came from young maidens seeking husbands, or young brides seeking to impress their husbands. “Look, just because I’m the Water Master’s wife doesn’t mean I’m a god of marriage! I’m no good with this stuff so I forwarded it to someone more appropriate.” Feng Xin cursed even louder.

[junkissed]

Hi! 🍪 Anon here <3. I wanted to check on you and ask how everything is going. Also, as I was reading some of your older asks (particularly one from April 11th) I saw that you considered returning during summer. While it's completely ok if you decide not to (it's your decision and nobody should tell you what to do <3), I'll tell you that if you end up writing again I'll absolutely binge read whatever you write cause you are literally so good at it <3. I got so happy right when I read about the mere possibility of you writing again hehe. Anyways, whatever you decide to do, will be ok and understandable <3. Have a nice day <3!

hiiii 🍪 omg i missed you so glad to see you here again!! i know i've been gone for a while (mostly school but other things too) but since i've been home for summer my life batter has been recharging lolol i've slowly been getting my motivation back and i am definitely planning on being more active around here again :)

[veifei]

finished drafting my critical commentary for my poem ahhhhhhhh all i need to do it edit, cite and SUBMIT and then never think about this ever ever again (until i get my grade back that is)

[starlostastronaut]

also because i reblogged that other thing and i am complaining about lack of interactions here sometimes while being guilty of not answering requests:

i will write them. i just underrestimated how time consuming med school will be. so i am thinking of you and i'm writing down notes and believe it or not i actually have several reqs almost completed. i just want to wait until i know i have time to post consistently again to put them out

i just dont want to look like hypocrite complaining while not actively writing. but i still get likes and no feedback on old fics and the thing is the same. doesnt matter if its old or new fic <3

teri out ✌🏻

[silly--fangirl]

Nesta Week 2024, day 1: Queen of queens

so today i wrote this short drabble for Nesta week, and i hope y'all like it ♡

aprox. under 500 words ♡

@nestaarcheronweek

The bells started ringing and Nesta knew it was time – so she looked over the plains of her dress once more and then she was out of the tent, following the path laid out before her. The path she was meant to conquer – the wind whispered in agreement with the ground beneath her feet, and it seemed like an answer to the call of steel, now awaiting her arrival at the ceremony.

She moved between bright torches and she wasn't nervous at all – the stress disappeared as soon as she saw the surroundings. Her land — the one she had bled for, the one which chose her as it's ruler, the one which shall become a shelter for her people. A new beginning.

And so there Nesta has found herself – standing at the top of a hill, their set up camp behind her and a clearing in front of her, with every warrior soul who had decided to follow her here. And in the middle of it all – a quiet song only she could hear – laid Gwydion, Truthteller, Atharaxia and her made dagger, which had yet to be named. Her heart beckoned her to race toward the blades, but she only regained her composure, stilling her mind, and started slowly making her way down.

She could feel magic rushing through her – starting from the soil, making it's way up and up, and then finally flowing in loose strands of her braided hair only to be gone with the wind. It was welcoming – as if the territory has already started to flourish in her short time staying there.

When Nesta reached the meadow each and every whisper shut down. Our queen has come – their faces seemed to say, and so they bowed. Not in fear, nor because they had to — only because they had belived her once and have never stopped since. Because she'd led them to victory and became the ruler they wanted to follow.

She felt so honoured and prideful that it was almost overwhelming. Everything felt new and huge – but she was a rock in the midst of a violent sea and she won't shatter, nor yield. Never again.

So when she kneeled down in front of the swords and the daggers, she was sure. Sure of the vow to her court and it's people. Sure of the vow to herself. Sure of the vow to the whole world.

And she was sure of the crown – made of white gold, with some egdes sharp as knives, while others were delicate like feathers – now sitting atop her head, just where it belonged.

[deepeststarfishsong]

Happy Monday, lovelies! This week’s @galladrabbles prompt comes from @thepupperino: control.

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Mickey prided himself on his reputation. He knew his sarcasm and quick comebacks made his violent tendencies all the more intimidating. There wasn't a person on the Southside that could get Mickey Milkovich on his knees.

But man all that control was slipping with this fucking Gallagher kid. Here he was, showing up at the fucking bodega at noon on a Wednesday with every intention of getting on his knees like some bitch.

Even though being in control was life or death, when Ian let out that gasp and pulled his hair, death seemed like it might be worth it.

[blogger360ncislarules]

Hetty gets a look at Callen's back injuries.

@comfy-vember

[faerywhimsy]

Day 1 - Father

It wasn’t daybreak yet, but it would be soon. The room Daniel was asleep in had windows to the outside. Marius shook his head indulgently. Crossed the room. For a moment, he just watched the sleeping boy, still new enough in the blood that his unconscious chest rose and fell with the habit of breath it no longer needed to take.

And then Marius kissed Daniel on the forehead. This miraculous child of his own child, who Marius had never thought to wish for. Under his guardianship all the same.

Marius would take care of him, no matter what came.

[hueseok]

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[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

I'M SHOTGUNNING. only wrote 1 so far because it's midnight but as said in this fic description i'm gonna do them as escalating drabbles (adding 100 each time until the final one is 700 words)

first chapter, mushibamu, under cut!

The gun was cold, like the detective didn’t fire it often. 

Momo leaned further towards it, running his finger along the ribbing on the slide. Yuki stood, stock-still. 

“Aren’t you going to hit me?” Momo asked. “Knock me down?” 

When they fought, Yuki’s eyes were always on him. The heat of his touch— a grasp, a shove, a punch— radiated through Momo and made him feel alive. 

“Why? I’m going to shoot you.” Grief and anger were knotted up in his voice. His hand trembled on the trigger— 

Bang. 

Ah, that was better. The barrel was warm as a kiss.