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kaeyachi · 29 days

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So...I finished the Arlecchino story quest...

Spoilers below!

TW: Mentions of Suicide, Child Experimentation, Child Abuse, and Murder/Death

This is, by far, the best story quest I have ever done!

First of all, CHILDE?! CHILDE ESCAPING HIS PERSONAL AMBULANCE TO SNEZHNAYA JUST TO COME BACK TO FONTAINE TO ASK SKIRK A QUESTION? Bro is so funny, please-

please save him.

Wait, actually, yeah please do save him. Pulcinella and Pantalone are both plotting in the background, and they got Childe involved...

I also loved the children! Look at how terrifying they are! They're my absolute faves!!

Lyney cementing the reason as to why Arlecchino chose him as the next King is wonderful to see as well. For some time, I thought Freminet and Lynette had a shot, even with reading their lore. What I have failed to realize is that Lyney really is the inspiration for all of the people in the House of the Hearth. His frustrated and disappointed spiel about Freminet not trusting him with Clervie struck me to the heart. This is an older brother at work here people!

Also if I had a nickel every time a cryo younger brother hid a dangerous secret from his pyro older brother which got them into an argument once the truth came out, I'd have 2 nickels ✌️ (somehow gave me war flashbacks to a scene that doesn't even exist lmao)

LYNETTE IS THE FUNNIEST SIBLING BTW. SHE'S MY QUEEN FOR THIS.

Clervie! Our dearest! I'm not fully sure what part in her design did it, but she barely looks like an NPC somehow. Like, yes, this is still an NPC base model, but... is it perhaps the hair? And the extra lashes??

Also, her calling Arlecchino "Perrie" made me sob. I wasn't ready to hear nicknames!!

The mention of Snezhnayan auroras also made me sob again as well. You know what? This entire thing made me sob.

Clervie's dread and horror at the thought of her own mother, her unrelenting spirit that kept her going in her fight for her fellow peers freedom despite the abuse that she will receive, and her unfulfilled dreams repeatedly being mentioned throughout this quest was heartbreaking.

I do have to say- the animations they released for Arlecchino helped a lot with the emotions we are supposed to feel for this quest. Not only was that good Advertising and promotion for the Arlecchino banner, it also set up the plot that would have not been well presented ingame had they chose to do that instead.

Crucabena and Clervie part of this quest were not the only ones mentioned in this quest, but also that damn dude that she killed with her heels! I personally like the way they released all those animations because the quest feels more emotional and alive now, and we could follow with the story better than before (and it effectively increased the hype)

Speaking of more alive, the facial expressions have definitely improved! This quest had them utilizing various expressions well, specifically for the playable characters, so, again, this really helped with the feel of the quest.

Additionally, adding a picture to scenes also set the tone really well. It's not that pictures have never been included in quests before, but the way these were framed(?) made it look way better than the ones before.

By the way...is it just me? Or did Paimon's voice somewhat mellow out for this quest? I had recently played some other story and world quests, and Paimon's EN voice is admittedly high-pitched and painful to hear in those, but for this quest, it's as if her voice was toned down (like Mondstadt Paimon, but with current Paimon energy). I'm hoping this was them taking the criticism from past and adjusting their instructions to Paimon's VA accordingly, because I loved Paimon's voice in this quest (that or I'm delulu)

Quick lore tidbits before I go back to gushing about this quest:

1. Arlecchino confirmed not from Fontaine (like I legit thought she may be Khaenri'ahn due to the blood moon thing she has going for her, but it's nice to confirm her non-Fontainian status)

2. Crucabena was the one who had a deal with Dottore on sending members of the HotH to him for experimentation. Anyone who was physically impaired or left alive after a duel to death are automatically sent to him. Clervie has described this as a fate worse than death... Peruere rejected Dottore's partnership offer once she became the next knave. Also, Crucabena used Clervie as an "example" for those who wish to escape, meaning Clervie received the most abuse (which apparently worsened as the years went by). Clervie lost hope sometime along the way and was basically suicidal as well by the time she and Arlecchino had their duel... Her mindset by that time is that the only hope for freedom to her is death. The popular theory of Clervie letting Arlecchino kill her is proven in a horrifying way with this discovery... (yes, she wanted Arlecchino to be the king, but at the same time, she took this situation as a chance to hit 2 birds with 1 stone)

3. Project Stuzha is apparently something highly dangerous, and Pulcinella and Pantalone are trying to get Childe and Arlecchino involved (Childe was told to aide the project by Pulcinella, while Arlecchino says she doesnt want the HotH to be involved in it)

4. Here is me reannouncing that I am in fact taking the L on the Freminet and Crucabena situation. Basically, the timeline is that at age 16, Clervie dies, and we are left with a 1 year time period for a 6 year old Freminet to enter under Crucabena (I'm guessing this is either a retcon or a means to hide the Arlecchino plot by not having them directly say mother in Freminet's character story 4). After that said 1 year, Peruere kills Crucabena and has spent several months in Snezhnaya before reviving the House of the Hearth and adopting Lyney and Lynette (perhaps the children of Crucabena's HotH simply stuck together during that time)

Basically, yes, Arlecchino is in her mid-20s. Not my personal cup of tea, but hey, genshin ages are confusing most days (Ayato is older than her, and Ayaka may actually be older than her as well... ugh I need a moment please... I MAY BE THE SAME AGE AS HER. NO-)

5. Freminet used to also call Lyney "brother". What changed that, I'm not sure (and if I had a nickel...), but the thought of baby Freminet following around big bro Lyney and big sis Lynette makes my heart melt. Freminet actually cried after Lyney basically told him how important Fremi is to him, so whoever made Freminet think otherwise... 😡 they better square up because we ride at dawn

ok back to me gushing

THE BOSS FIGHT? IT WAS SO COOL! It was beautifully animated, and the fact that they added this at the end?

The fear on the traveler's eyes upon realization of what true power Arlecchino held was amazing imo. We canonically cannot defeat Arlecchino in her boss fight! She will be a weekly boss that we can defeat, but in actuality, we really cannot beat the number 4 of the Fatui Harbringers.

We now have actual proof that harbringers 1-4 are not within our capabilities to challenge, and to add to that horror, this is us fighting Arlecchino with Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet. This is also actual proof that we, the traveler, cannot defeat a ton of other characters as well! (were cooked if we never get a power boost and plot armor✌️)

Also let me sneak in this picture:

Cunty as fck. Powerpuff girls energy. They're the Heathers, and we, the traveler, are Veronica.

And finally, the last part of my commentary that cemented this quest as my top 1:

Everything Arlecchino has done for the House of the Hearth, it was all thanks to Clervie and her dreams.

Arlecchino has shaped the HotH into a more honest relationship between her as the father and them as her children. Everything Clervie hated about the old HotH is now nonexistent in this version.

The children could be set free.

Duels are not to death.

They will not be sent to their doom if they lose.

This is everything that Clervie dreamed of, and this is everything Clervie tragically never got to see and experience because she lost all hope.

Clervie's story ended in tragedy, but Peruere lived and breathed Clervie's dreams for her anyway. Seeing the aurora was the start of Peruere finding the goal of living Clervie's dream, and now, Arlecchino strives to do her best to see those dreams come to fruition.

And the qualities that Peruere admired in Clervie are the same qualities that made her want Lyney to become the next king. Hopeful, caring, protective, passionate, and full of conviction. Lyney will take the mantle and live and breathe for Clervie's and Peruere's dreams someday.

Honestly, I have more to say, but I think this is a good place to stop for now. The dynamics of all these characters have made this experience worthwhile, and I hope that genshin continues with this sort of style in the future. Here's to more amazing stories from genshin!

Bonus screenshot while we are still here:

#genshin spoilers #arlecchino #lyney #lynette #freminet #genshin 4.6 spoilers #tw: suicide mention #tw: abuse mention #tw: experimentation #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentions of abuse #you know what #I'll say it here in the tags #clervie wouldve loved mondstadt #she wanted to be a bard! her reaction to mond was so cute!

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skeletoninthemelonland · 7 months

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In your theory about the Spring Bonnie suit possession, did Afton ever get used to it? Like after going through the pain long enough he was kinda numb to it? Also what are the situations in those thousands of times that he would have died and had to pull himself back together? Like if he got too tired and couldn't hold it much longer?

Very curious about this theory and it's also HORRIFYING

Although he's spent a really long time stuck inside the safe room, I don't think he has ever gotten used to the pain. I guess it only contributed to his hatred of the children. He took advantage of it, overpowering his own suffering with feelings of anger and resentment.

Spending 3 decades undead is one thing, but spending 3 decades undead and locked away from the world is another. In a sense, time stopped for him. If time stops, nothing changes, and so does his mind. There is not "enough room" for him to process any of those negative thoughts.

In regards to the multiple deaths situation, there's a way to exemplify it:

Imagine an anatomical heart. The resting heart rate for adults ranges from 60 to 100 beats per minute.

Now, imagine that the diastole (when the heart muscle relaxes) is a cell falling apart, and the systole (when the heart muscle contracts) is the cell being forced back together. Now, imagine a REALLY quick heartbeat. It's so fast that you could hear a quiet whirring sound, like a machine. Those are the cells, breaking and rearranging themselves over and over again.

You can't exactly get tired/notice time passing if you lack a reminder of the world moving on (e.g., scrolling on TikTok). Once Springtrap was freed, all the hate he'd accumulated spread over. Time was "unpaused". He left the loop and was allowed to move on, meaning he could eventually get tired.

Getting tired meant allowing himself to permanently stay dead, which he took a long time to do. At some point, he must've leaned against a wall in silence, in the same position he was found at Fazbear's Fright, and waited for the already deteriorated cells to succumb. I think that's how he died.

#tw: body horror #tw: death #tw: mentions of death #cw: death #cw: body horror #cw: mentions of death #starbstalks #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #springtrap

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nell0-0 · 1 year

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The dichotomy of T&I Obito at its finest

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cerealbishh · 2 months

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does it ever hurt you that zack's parting words to cloud were "you've gotta live for the both us", sonon's parting words to yuffie were "you gotta keep going for us" and dyne's last words to barret were "you carry that guilt, that weight " and yuffie, cloud, and barret let out the most pained scream after they pass?

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comatosebunny09 · 1 year

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Of course, you were nervous when he asked you to have lunch with his mother. It would be your first time meeting her, after all.

You spent the morning fretting over your hair and makeup. Tore through your closet for the perfect outfit to compliment your figure. And only the best flowers would suffice for the woman who bore your wonderful husband and adorable brother-in-law.

Would she even like the flowers?

You were a shaking, sweaty mess the entire car ride. Picked at your nails and some loose threads on your outfit. Kyojuro assured you throughout your journey that you were perfect.

“She would have adored you,” he said, drawing your hand into his on the center console. He squeezed reassuringly, a youthful smile rounding his lips. Though your heart still raged within your rib cage, you returned the gesture. Swallowed thickly as the iron-wrought gates of her home slid into focus, ominously contrasting the endless blue canvas that stretched overhead.

The driver's door slamming shut brought you back to the present. You peered at your reflection in the rearview mirror whilst Kyojuro circled the car to fetch you from the passenger side.

It was now or never.

The path to her home was a quiet one, juxtaposing the war taking part in your mind. It was humid, yet the cool breeze rustling the trees was a welcome combatant for the heat. Birds sang peacefully overhead. Wildflowers sprouted from the cracks of the cobblestone, bowing beneath your feet. The air was stained with petrichor and other scents associated with summer.

Kyojuro held your hand the entire way down, occasionally beaming over his shoulder to keep you grounded. You clutched the picnic basket in your opposite hand tighter as you approached her sanctuary, your heart thrumming in your throat.

A knot of anxiety formed in your stomach.

What if you messed this up? What if you disrespected her and jeopardized your marriage?

You halted in your tracks, slipping out of Kyojuro’s grasp. The intrusive thoughts swarmed above, causing your shoulders to slump. He turned to you with bewilderment clinging to his features, about a foot ahead. Expression slid into understanding as a fond chuckle left his lips. His smile held a somberness that made your heart shrivel.

This was no time to be afraid. He needed you now more than ever.

He closed the distance between you in four strides, dwarfing you as he gently twined your fingers with his. “Do not worry, my love,” Kyojuro said in hushed octaves. “She does not bite. I promise. Though, she might have turned over a few times due to my questionable choices in life.”

His eyes twinkled when you snorted. Cupped your jaw, angling your head towards his for a succulent kiss.

He draped an arm around your shoulders, leading you to his mother’s resting place. Plucked the basket from your fingers, leaving your side to unfurl the picnic blanket. But not before urging you forward with a hand at the small of your back and a wink.

Whilst Kyojuro laid out your lunch, you took up the bouquet he left near her gravestone. The knot forming in your belly slowly unraveled as you kneeled. You released a weighted breath, carefully arranging the flowers by her headstone. You admired the crisp marble with your fingers, reverence coloring your eyes.

A warm hand on your shoulder startled you. You peered skyward, the afternoon sun silhouetting your husband, casting an ethereal glow on the gravesite. Kyojuro crouched beside you, bumping shoulders whilst he mirrored your position.

“Told you she was harmless,” Kyojuro jested, luring a smile to your lips.

“Shut up and pay your respects,” you snickered, clasping your hands together and bowing your head. You side-eyed your husband until he did the same. Silently thanked his mother for birthing such a wonderful human being, wishing you could’ve met her sooner.

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #rengoku fluff #kyojuro fluff #tw: mentions of death #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro fluff

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thewayuarent · 8 months

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On death talks

Listen, Ray isn’t diagnosed, but we can assume he has some type of depressive disorder among other things (addiction, ptsd, suicidal tendencies). And as someone who was diagnosed with depressive disorder I can confirm that death talks are kind of usual thing (I’m not telling this is like that for all people with depression but for some of us - absolutely).

A lot of my conversations tags death theme - as a joke, or quick mention, or way deeper than that. I also have thoughts about “what if I die tomorrow” pretty often.

And I’m fine, I go to therapy and take antidepressants, but this is how my brain works sometimes.

This is not foreshadowing. This is realism.

What is way more important for me in this scene is that it’s the very first time Ray talks about his future.

And of course it’s not his own dream, it’s Sand’s. But this is a progress.

Until that every character but Ray had a future dreams or at least plans.

Mew and Cheum with hotel project they’re pretty passionate about.

Top with his parents business he knows he’ll get one day.

Ton with New York maybe and definitely with photography.

Nick with his dream job in animation.

Sand with festivals around the world.

And Ray? Nothing. He stuck in his past and never saw his future.

Until now. This is not perfect, but this is a step forward.

This is what this scene is about for me (among other things about SandRay obv).

As someone who has this experience I am really proud and hopeful for him there.

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #only friends meta #ofts ray #ray pakorn #jojo said no one is dying they’ll find a way to ruin everything without it relax #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: mentions of death #tw: mental health

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starrspice · 1 year

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You all asked for it so here you are

Moon’s death (in the form of a familiar nightmare for him)

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 9 months

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i was possessed randomly so you all get this 😈 (i gotta keep my place in the angstflayer somehow lmao)

tw for mentions of death, nothing explicit! just talk of passing on/the afterlife

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It was smoother than he thought it’d be, dying.

Passing on.

The moment of death.

It really was just like falling asleep.

He knew it was time; he was old now (decrepit if you ask his grandkids) but it was something he didn’t even realize he was so ready to welcome. Whatever illness he was saddled with the last couple years already fading out of his memory.

Stepping into his new…life? he’s not sure what to expect.

He floats along for a while. In nothing, being nothing, when suddenly, the nothing in front of him starts to solidify.

Instead of nothing, Dustin Henderson is a young man again. He can see his feet walking across pine needles and leaves. over hard-packed dirt and pebbles.

He knows this path, and starts forward confidently.

Skull Rock comes into view through a break in the branches, looming over him and coated in dappled sunlight.

So, he sits down. Settles in to wait for his friends, hoping they are far behind him, when he’s startled by a noise above him.

First, a leather jacket plops down in front of him, followed closely by worn white reeboks, ripped black jeans, a flash of a white shirt. All still wrapped around someone he lost way to fuckin’ soon.

Dustin’s chest and throat constrict, his eyes burn.

The figure turns, their insane brown curls frizz tossed away from his face when he does.

“Hey butthead.” Eddie Munson smiles at him for the first time in 70 years. “You have my vest.”

Dustin looks down at himself. The worn denim vest in question is, indeed, hung over his shoulders. Fitting just a bit bigger than he last remembered.

He huffs out a chuckle, the tears start to fall down his cheeks. “Thought you might want it, asshole.”

He’s crushed into a hug that lasts an eternity, finally pulling away from Eddie after a good eon or so.

Huffing out another laugh when he does, Dustin wipes the tears off his face and says, “Not that I’m not over the fuckin moon to see you, but is.. is he here?”

Eddie grins at him, “Is who here?”

“Henderson!”

Steve.

Steve’s here.

He’s actually fucking here.

“‘Course he is, little man. Been waitin’ for you, ya know.'' Eddie shakes his shoulders, spinning him around and starts to march him back down the path. “Well,” he feels Eddie shrug behind him, “You AND Robin, of course. She’s just real stubborn about leaving, I think.”

They’ve gone maybe four whole steps, when Steve Harrington breaks through the branches in front of them.

“Dustin!” Steve strides forward, wrapping Dustin up in a hug.

He mumbles everything and nothing into the tears that soak the cap atop his head. A good trade for the already soaked spot at the front of that yellow sweater of his.

“You’re here! I missed you so much! It’s too soon… it’s always too soon, but still! Your kids are all so beautiful, your grandkids too! I’m so so sorry I left before I could meet them, Dusty, I wanted to so badly.”

More and more (mostly repeated “You’re here!”s) until he can’t say anymore and falls silent around him for their own eternity.

“I missed you too, Steve.”

#st #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steve harrington #herringson family #henderdads #dustin has two dads #not stated but i’m also implying steddie here #steddie #stranger things #st ficlet #angst #fluff #feels #all the good stuff #noelle writes #tw: mentions of death #tw: death mention

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sortofanobsession · 1 month

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omg I’m so glad you’re alive and I hope you’re feeling better. Can’t wait to read your Ted lasso writing again<3

Author's Note: ask and you shall receive...

Content warning: injury, hospital, surgery, anxiety, fear, cussing (it's Roy so duh) Crying.

Paring: Roy/Jamie

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Ao3

No Show Roy-o

Jamie paced the locker room. The team just watching him.

Everyone's eyes snap to the door when someone starts to open it but they are disappointed when Ted and Beard walk in. The two coaches look at each other and then the team before heading into the office.

"Okay, something is wrong," Ted says as he sets his backpack down.

"Clearly," Beard replies.

Ted watches the team through the window and notices all the attention on Tartt. Well, then he knew where to start.

"What's wrong, Jamie?" Ted asks as he approaches the striker.

"Roy didn't show for training this morning and he isn't here yet."

"Has he ever missed before?"

"The man actually lives to wake me up at 4 am to order me around," Jamie states. "No, he never misses. Not without a text at least."

"Did you call him?"

"I'm not daft," Jamie huffs. "Several times. No answer. Now it goes to voicemail."

"Some of us tried too," Isaac says. "Nothing."

"Keeley hasn't been able to ring him either," Jamie says. "Should I call his sister?"

"You have his sister's number?"

"For emergencies, and Phoebe," Jamie admits.

"Hold on, you have contact with Roy's niece?" Ted asks. "She's what? 8?"

"That's really the important part to you now?" Jamie asks.

"Kinda, odd friendship there," Ted admits.

"She insists I'm Roy's best friend, and Roy says it's for emergencies. She has a very different definition of emergencies, like you said, she's 8."

"Okay, fine," Ted says. He could let that go for now.

"Do you think this counts as an emergency?" Jamie asks.

"Let's see if he is doesn’t show, not just later than normal," Ted says.

But when time comes to head out to the pitch and Roy still isn't there Jamie cracks and texts Roy's sister. She texts him back that she'll check his place. And that gives Jamie some reassurance as he begins training. He gives Ted his phone in case she or Roy calls. Ted initially thought it was silly, but about an hour in she does call. She tells Ted that Roy wasn't there and the fact he isn't answering for her is unusual. Roy would never ignore a call from her or Phoebe. But she also insists that Roy can handle himself. And she'll let them know if she hears anything. And that makes Ted a bit nervous. They were just about to take a break when Phoebe called Jamie. She is crying and Ted actually does call Jamie over for this one. And Jamie, still in his kit, drags Ted inside. Changes only his boots while still on the phone and whispers to Ted to get what he needs.

"Where are we going?" Ted asks but does as Jamie says because something feels very wrong here.

"The fucking hospital," Jamie hisses, not to be mean but more so Phoebe doesn't hear.

"Oh, that's bad, yeah, let's go." Ted nods and follows Jamie’s lead.

"We're on the way Phoebe, just stay there."

Phoebe runs over and hugs Jamie when she sees him.

"Hey, Phoe," Jamie says and despite the fact she is 8 years old, Jamie hauls her up into his arms for a hug. And Ted is almost envious of how easy that seemed for him. But Ted is still very confused. "You remember Coach Ted?" Jamie asks her. She nods as Jamie sets her down.

"Hi Phoebe," Ted says. "Are you okay?" Ted asks.

She shrugs and looks over. Ted sees a doctor he had met before, but she looked out of place in street clothes.

"Hey, Doc." Jamie hugs her. "What happened?"

"Still trying to sort that out," she says.

"You're Roy's sister?" Ted finally asks.

"Oh sorry, yeah, Coach Lasso, Doc. Doc, Coach Lasso."

"Thanks Jamie," Ted says at the less than helpful introduction but Jamie is already being pulled away to the waiting area by Phoebe.

"How much did Jamie tell you?"

"Absolutely nothing," Ted admits.

She shakes her head. "Right, Roy was brought in about a half hour ago. A friend of mine on shift recognized him and called me. They think he was hit by a car but we have no idea."

"Oh wow, I am so sorry, that-" Ted starts to say but she stops him.

"Thank you, he's in surgery now, I assume you will want to let Ms. Welton know. He might be out for a while."

"Yeah, right, good calls must run in the family," he says.

"Something like that," she says before going to check on Phoebe.

She leans in and whispers to Jamie that Roy is in surgery and it's a waiting game now.

Ted calls Rebecca and Beard, then Keeley. Keeley is there in less than twenty minutes.

"Keeley?" Jamie asks when he sees her. She hugs Phoebe and then him.

"Ted called," she says and smacks his arm.

"What was that for?"

"You didn't call me!"

"I was busy with her," Jamie says, gesturing to Phoebe. Thankfully she had her headphones on and was curled up in a chair.

"Fine, that is an acceptable excuse. Here," she hands him a bag. "I ran by Nelson Road and got your stuff. Sam had made sure it was packed up. They're all pretty worried."

"They aren't the only ones," Jamie glances at Phoebe.

"Does Ted know?"

She glances out the window to where Ted was clearly on the phone with Rebecca or Higgins.

"Know what?"

"About you and Roy?" She says.

"Nah, didn't know if I should tell him. We haven't talked about it."

"Well, I think this might genuinely blow your cover."

"Hasn't yet," Jamie says.

"Jamie, I know you. You're managing right now because of Phoebe, but the minute you see him, you-"

"I know," Jamie seems to deflate. "I am trying so hard but-"

"Oh babe," she hugs him and grimaces. "I love you, Jamie but do us all a favor and change. I'll stay with her."

"Yeah, right, okay," Jamie says as he heads to the toilets to change.

"Where's Jamie?" Ted asks when he gets back.

"Changing out of his kit, Ted there is something I need to tell you, the boys might get mad, but Jamie is going to need someone and as much as he tries to hide it he is terrified."

"Okay, lay it on me," Ted says.

"Roy and Jamie have been secretly dating since just after international break."

"Wow," Ted says. "That's…new information." He admits. "Does explain why he has Roy's sister in his phone. And why he was so worried when Roy didn't show up for training."

"They were keeping it a secret because well, for a lot of reasons, but I believe that ship might have sailed based on the fact Jamie didn't even change out of his kit."

"Did change his boots," Ted says.

"Probably not easy to drive in," she says.

"Probably," Ted agrees.

"Please don't make a big deal out of it, Jamie wasn't going to say anything because he wasn't sure if Roy would want him to, but Jamie brought you for a reason. He brought you because he trusts you and Roy trusts you. And I know you won't hold this against them."

"Heck no, I'm glad they have each other, just surprised is all. You think Jamie is just a ticking time bomb in this one?"

"Definitely," Keeley nods. "And I'm not sure what will set him off."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep this between us unless something happens."

"Thank you, Ted."

Keeley heads back to work after they promise to keep her in the loop. Roy's sister comes back a bit later to tell them that Roy was out of surgery but it would be a bit before anyone could see him.

"You should be at training," is the first thing out of Roy Kent's mouth when they walk in. He glares at Jamie.

"Uncle Roy!" Phoebe rushes over and hugs him as best as she can.

"Hi, Phoebe," he says before looking at Jamie.

"You really think I would stay at training after they called me?" Jamie challenges.

"Yes, not much you can do here," Roy says.

"How hard did that car hit you?” Jamie narrows his gaze at him. “Because clearly your brain is rattled, old man."

"How you feeling, Roy?" Ted asks to get the two to quit being so grumpy.

"Like I got hit by a car," Roy states.

"You did," Phoebe sniffles.

"I'm okay, kid," he says. Earning a scoff from Jamie. Roy glares at him. "You should-"

"Oh, Jamie Tartt's not going anywhere," Ted assures him. "Rebecca already knows you'll be out for a while, and sorry boys, but the cats out of the bag on this one."

"You told him," Roy glares at Jamie again.

"I did not," Jamie looks just as shocked.

"Keeley told me," Ted says. "Because she was worried Jamie was handling it too well."

"Of course she was," Jamie complains.

"You did cry, like a lot earlier," Phoebe says.

"Thanks for that, Phoe," Jamie says, his tone less than amused at being called out by a literal child.

"Phoebe, why don't you help me find your mom and call Keeley," Ted says.

She seems to weigh her options.

"And stop by the vending machines," Ted adds.

"Okay," she hugs her uncle again before following Ted out. Roy looks over at Jamie and can tell he really is hanging in by a thread.

"I'm fine," Roy says. And Jamie doesn't even say anything, just crawls in the bed beside Roy. Roy grunts but manages to shift a bit to make them both fit. "Better?" Roy asks once Jamie is practically molded into his side.

"Yes, much," Jamie says and he buried his face in Roy's shoulder.

"Why am I not surprised?" Roy's sister says when she walks in.

"Not my idea," Roy says.

"Not complainin' though, yeah?" Jamie counters.

"Tear his stitches and I'm banning you myself, Tartt," she says.

"Ouch, Doc," Jamie says. "But fair."

She hums as she sets to checking his vitals.

“Pain?” She asks.

He grunts.

“Roy,” she starts but Jamie beats her to it.

“It's either now or you have to admit it when Phoebe gets back,” Jamie says. And whether it is because he's right or that Jamie's so close to losing it Roy knows he needs to answer.

“Fine, 6.”

“Right,” his sister says.

She makes a few notes.

It was quiet again when she left.

“Are you mad?” Jamie asks.

“That I got hit by a fucking car?” Roy counters. That seemed like an obvious question. Of fucking course he was. He could have died. His mind circles back as Jamie shifts.

“That people know,” Jamie corrects. “About us.”

Roy considers it as best he can with painkillers in his system. And he really doesn't fucking care because Jamie is there with him and despite how he was acting before he was glad he was there. It had been terrifying to think he might die when he has people that need him.

“No,” Roy finally answered. “Needed you here, and if that's the fucking cost. Fine.”

“Good, because I think the team knew something was up, but that might have been because I couldn't sit still.”

“When have you ever fucking sat still?” Roy posits.

“This was worse,” Jamie tells him. “I'm sure Will is going to be pissed at the state of my boots. Pacing constantly on a hard surface.”

“Well get you new fucking boots,” Roy assures.

“Least of my worries, love,” Jamie admits, carefully shifting so he can see Roy's face. “Scared the shit out of me when I couldn't- you weren't answering. No one could find you. You never-”

“Fuck,” Roy says because Jamie has tears streaming down his face and he hates when that happens. He hates that it's because of him, even if he had no say in what happened to him. Despite the ache it causes Roy reaches up and brushes as many of those tears away as he can without risking his stitches. “I'm-”

“Don't!” Jamie starts to pull away. The striker knew what he was about to say. Jamie vehemently shakes his head, causing Roy's hand to have to fall back to the bed. “You are not fucking fine, Roy,” Jamie states, and it was clear what little hold Jamie had on his feelings was slipping. “Because I’m not! Phoebe isn’t either. You nearly died! I can't…do you think I want to do any of this shit without you? Because I fucking don't.”

“Not fucking asking you to,” Roy says, and it probably comes out more aggressive than he intended because Jamie was no longer tucked against his side. The footballer was on his feet, having wound himself up to pacing again. And Roy's chest always gets tight when Jamie does that shit. He needs Jamie to be okay. But he knows he probably said that wrong when Jamie glares at him.

“You didn't fucking have to,” Jamie retorts. And that's fair.

“Fucking hell,” Roy grumbles, attempting to sit up so he can better track Jamie's movement.

“Don’t do that,” Jamie grumbles as he moves back to help him. “Hurt yourself and your sister will boot me.”

“Then quit fucking pacing,” Roy tugs at Jamie's arm until he sits on the edge of the bed. Roy sighs, ignoring the ache in his ribs as he does.

“I'm not fucking dying, Tartt. Fucking doctors made sure of it.”

“Barely,” Jamie says.

“But they fucking did, and that's fucking that.”

Jamie scoffs but doesn't bother arguing. He was anxious and still thinking about how much worse things could have been, and how much could still go wrong.

“Look at me, Tartt,” Roy demands. Jamie does. “I know this is a fucking mess, but I will be fucking fine. You know why?” Jamie shrugs. “Because you lot won't stop until I am. You, my sister and Ted fucking Lasso, are all fucking determined. Throw in Keeley and that fucking team. I probably won't get a fucking quiet moment til I'm back at the dog track. So fucking do it.”

“Are you telling me to take care of you?” Jamie asks.

“Going to fucking do it anyway, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jamie nods. “What do you need me to do?”

“You're here, so things are already fucking better,” Roy states. That has warmth spreading through Jamie's chest because Roy has less filter than most, but it would appear he has even less now. And it's oddly sweet.

“Yeah, I'm here,” Jamie says as he shifts to prop his knee up on the bed and takes Roy's hand in his. The fact Roy seems to relax even more has Jamie smiling for what feels like the first time all day. “And you heard the gaffer, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“Good, going to need help with the kid,” Roy says. “She is going to be impossible to get rid of.”

“Don't lie Kent, you love every second of it. You love that kid.”

“Not the only fucking one,” Roy states.

“That loves Phoebe? Of course not, she's adorable and-”

Roy squeezes his hand.

“That I love, you fucking muppet. Sometimes I wonder why but fucking hell, Tartt. I fucking love you.”

Jamie grins. “Fucking love you too, you prick.”

Roy tugs him until Jamie lays back down beside him. There is a knock at the door. Jamie goes to get up but Roy doesn't let him.

“Well aren't you two adorable,” Ted says as he and Phoebe come in.

“Fuck off, Lasso,” Roy grunts.

“Uncle Roy,” Phoebe starts.

“I know, kid,” Roy says.

“Your mum probably knows where his wallet is more than he does,” Jamie says.

“Could probably finally cash out that tab I've heard about,” Ted adds.

“Oi, don't give her fucking ideas.”

“That's two,” Ted states.

“Fucking hell,” Roy mutters, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillows.

“Three,” Phoebe giggles.

“I got you,” Jamie quietly tells Roy. Jamie grabs his wallet from his locker and tosses it to Phoebe. Phoebe gives him a look. “He's been through it, so I'll take the hit for him.” Jamie grins. Phoebe just shrugs and takes three quid from him.

“Now he owes you,” Phoebe says, setting his wallet on the table by his phone, which he had set aside to focus on Roy when he initially crawled into the bed.

Roy glares at him, but it doesn't bother the striker.

#tw: injury #tw: hospitalization #tw: hospitals #tw: hit by car #tw: crying #tw: cursing #tw: cussing #tw: fear #tw: anxiety #tw: medical procedures #tw: medical emergencies #tw: medical treatment #tw: medication #tw: mentions of death #ted lasso fic #royjamie #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #jamieroy

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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Degrading (Genesis x Reader angst)

"Your degradation is getting worse, Gen."

"You think I haven't noticed?"

"You need to take it easy."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

Genesis huffed a sigh, crossing his legs on the sofa the two of you were sitting on.

"I just can't. There are things I must do." You frowned at that, taking his arm, which was wrapped in a tattered, fading leather sleeve, and lifted it into your lap, twining your fingers with his.

"You have to slow down and relax. You're not getting any better. Look at you," You reached up and brushed some of his grayish-auburn hair out of his face. "You're paler than the dead, your skin is literally peeling off your face, you haven't eaten in days, and you look like you haven't slept for weeks." Gensis sighed again, resting his cheek on his palm.

"I have unfinished business to attend to, darling, people that must be removed from existence. I can't afford to relax, or else--"

"But you're dying!" You interrupted, louder than you meant to. "You're literally crumbling away into dust, you dumbass!"

"Yes, I know," Genesis sighed, reaching up and massaging his prematurely wrinkling forehead. "Please stop reminding me."

"How can I when it's literally etched on your face?!"

"It won't be that way for long. Hollander has a cure, I must only help him and wait--he will restore me to normal."

"Wait? For how long?"

"I..." Genesis paused; he didn't know the answer to that question himself. After drawing in a weak, shaking breath, he admitted his ignorance. "I'm afraid...I don't know."

Silence fell upon the both of you, dragging out each minute like a knife across flesh. The sound of nothingness was maddening and infuriating, all at the same time. Your nerves were already tense before, but now, they felt like they were going to snap. Judging by the expression on Genesis's face, so were his. After a long, long while of noiselessness, you spoke.

"You don't know?"

"No. I...do not." Genesis let out a great sigh and began to tiredly massage his eyes. You squeezed his hand gently, scared to put too much force into it because you could feel how bony and fragile it was now. Once again, silence filled the air; the only audiable sounds being those of your breathing. Eventually, Genesis tore his hand away from yours and covered his face with it.

"What do I know?" He mumbled, muffled voice starting to sound grated and forced. "Nothing. I'm placing my life in the hands of someone I don't even trust. I...I'm going to die."

By the time you realized the weight of what you'd done by initiating this conversation, it was too late. Genesis had turned away, his face buried in his decaying hands, quietly weeping over the armrest of your couch; his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe in between sobs.

"Gen, hey," You mumbled, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder, your face burning with embarssment and regret. "Don't cry...you're not going to die." Genesis refused to answer you and instead curled up against the armrest tighter, his entire body shaking violently. "Come on, don't be like that," You urged, "You're going to be fine...you just need to...relax....and take it easy..."

If you hadn't felt warm, wet droplets slide off your cheeks and splatter on your clothes, you wouldn't have known you were crying too.

"Don't lie to yourself," Genesis finally croaked, still refusing to look you in the eyes. "Or me. You and I know the truth." Neither of you spoke another word, mostly because there was nothing else to say. No matter how hard you wanted to believe that it wasn't true, no matter how badly you tried to take care of him, facts were facts. The Grim Reaper was waiting at your doorstep, ready to take Genesis's soul.

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lestappenforever · 10 months

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I feel like a lestappen 26 and 35 can work together quite nicely 😊

I must say I agree with you. 😉

Also, I will add a trigger warning for dark dreams with mentions of death here. I promise it's only a dream, though.

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26. "Just breathe. Like that. That's it.", and 35. "I don't know who I am without you." "That's easy. You're the best person I've ever met."

Max always dreams.

Every night, he dreams. But he can count the amount of times he has woken up actually remembering a dream on one hand. And the few times he does, it's never good.

The touch of a front wheel to a back wheel on a slowly drying track.

A red Ferrari spinning out in Eau Rogue at Spa and being hit by another car coming up behind it, sending it flying, the car turning upside down and crashing against the barriers at high speed

A radio message going unanswered, again and again and again.

A red flag being waved almost immediately.

"Who is it?" Max demands into his radio.

"It's Leclerc, Max," Gianpiero tells him.

Max's blood runs cold.

"Is he okay? Is he out of the car?"

"Standby, waiting for a visual."

Gianpiero doesn't speak again until Max is turning into the pitlane.

"He's unresponsive, Max. They're working on getting him out of the car."

Max parks the car and as soon as he's brought into the garage, he climbs out, throws off his helmet and takes off running.

A myriad of people try to stop him, but none of them suceed.

He runs and runs and runs, not caring about his own safety, not caring about the race. All he cares about is getting to Charles and making sure he's okay.

He reaches Eau Rogue just in time to see stewards putting Charles' lifeless body on a stretcher and loading him into the ambulance. He meets the gaze of one of the paramedics and he just knows.

Max wakes up with a scream.

"Jesus Christ," Charles gasps next to him, startled awake and blinking rapidly.

He looks at Max, sitting upright and gasping for breath, and it springs Charles into action.

"Hey, Max, it's okay. You're okay," the Monégasque tells him, as he moves to position himself behind Max on the bed, his legs on either side of Max, running his hands gently over the Dutchman's shoulders, down his arms.

"It was just a nightmare."

Max's body is trembling, cold sweat coating his face, his neck, his chest.

Charles wraps his arms around him, pulling Max back against his chest and kissing his shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay. Feel my breathing," he instructs, as he takes a deep breath in. "In, two, three, four."

Max tries to mirror him as best he can.

Charles exhales. "Out, two, three, four."

It takes him quite a few tries but eventually, Max manages to calm his breathing enough to match Charles' steady breaths, aided by the solid warmth behind him and the way he can feel Charles' chest rise and fall against his back.

He can feel Charles' heartbeat against the back of his shoulder, reminding him that it was just a dream. A horrible, terrible dream.

But a dream nevertheless.

Charles' arms tighten around him, and Max closes his eyes.

"Just breathe. Like that. That's it."

In, two, three, four.

Out, two, three, four.

"You're okay, mon chéri," Charles murmurs against his shoulder, pressing another kiss there.

"You were gone," Max eventually finds his voice and when he lifts a hand to feel his cheek, it's wet with tears. "You crashed and you weren't responding on the radio, and then you were just gone."

Charles makes a sympathetic noise against his shoulder.

"But I'm not. I'm right here."

"You were gone, Charles."

"It was a nightmare, chéri. Just a nightmare."

Max takes another deep breath.

In, two, three, four.

Out, two, three, four.

Leaning his head back against Charles' shoulder, Max looks up at the other man.

"I don't know who I am without you," he admits, voice small and quiet. Charles meets his gaze in the darkness of the bedroom.

"That's easy," Charles counters, a small smile on his lips. "You're the best person I've ever met"

A surprised chuckle escapes Max at that, and some of the tightness in his chest finally eases.

"But, lucky for you —," the Monégasque begins, trailing one hand gently up and down Max's stomach and chest. "— you'll never have to be without me. Not if I have anything to say about it."

Relief washes over Max, and he nuzzles his face against the side of Charles' neck, letting his eyes slide shut again.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Max mumbles, and he feels Charles smile against his hair.

"I would expect nothing less."

A while later, they fall asleep in that exact position; Charles leaning back against the headboard with Max between his legs, resting back against Charles' front.

And if Max dreams this time, he thankfully doesn't remember it.

#Lestappen #Lestappen ficlet #Lestappen drabble #Drabbles #My writing #Prompts #Ask prompts #Anon asks #Anon #TW: Dark dreams #TW: Mentions of death #TW only apply to the dream though

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litsetaure · 9 months

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So…one of my favourite headcanons is that the Potter family are Indian. (Those of you who’ve read my Grindeldore/Wolfstar dancer fic might recall that Fleamont Potter, James’ father and the UK Prime Minister, is Indian in that. Funnily enough, our real life Prime Minister is a British Indian Hindu who became PM last year. On Diwali. Yeah, that was an…interesting day in the family. Still not entirely sure how I feel about it.)

Anyway - here are some headcanons about James Potter being Indian, some of which are based around how I actually grew up. (Note: there will probably be more as I think of them!):

When Holi comes around, James wakes the others up by pelting them with coloured powder. He does it every year and every year they fall for it. They also pelt everyone with coloured powder throughout the holiday. It took weeks for the paint to be cleaned fully. (Some people suspected Dumbledore deliberately let it stay like that because he liked the colours.)

Sirius got really angry the first time he heard someone call James a Paki. He doesn’t know what it means, but he never wants to see that look on James’ face again. He absolutely lost it when James told him what it meant. (For those of you who don’t know what it means, it’s an incredibly racist slur towards south Asians; along similar lines of using the n-word to a black person. This is also why James gets so angry whenever anyone uses the word Mudblood - because he knows how that shit feels.)

Sirius helps James create magical rangoli patterns during Diwali. They also take over the kitchen for an evening trying to make Indian sweets. The results are mixed-looking, but they all taste good, and the house elves get some great new dishes.

Every time a festival falls on a full moon, they always celebrate a few days after so Remus can join in. (He hugely appreciates the sweets.)

James initially wasn’t thrilled that his Animagus form is a stag, since a deer is the form one of the bad guys took in the Ramayana when he triggered the events that led to Rama’s wife being kidnapped.

When James’ father died, he had a traditional Hindu funeral. Traditionally, the eldest son leads the proceedings, but when James broke down, Sirius stepped in to continue. In that moment, James loved Sirius more than he could put into words.

James also taught the Marauders some Hindi so they could talk privately, as well as some Indian magic.

James, Lily and Sirius actually go to india for their wedding outfits. Lily also has magical mendhi patterns done by James’ aunts and cousins. James also had to gently explain to Lily that wearing white is associated with funerals.

Petunia showed up to James and Lily’s wedding in a white dress to try and upstage the bride. She’s very confused to realise a) Lily is not wearing white, and b) a lot of James’ relatives are looking at her weirdly, because she’s wearing a funeral colour.

At James and Lily’s engagement party, James’ aunties kept trying to set Sirius up with their daughters and teasing him about getting married. They shut up when Sirius snogged Remus in front of everyone. James wasn’t even mad that his engagement was briefly upstaged.

James has a book of Indian tales and legends passed down from his father. He read them to Harry at bedtime. Lily would smile and watch from the doorway. He also taught his friends some classic Indian songs to sing to Harry.

Every year on Raksha Bandhan, James ties a rakhi on Sirius’ wrist and charms them so they’ll never come undone. One night, Sirius noticed the threads of one of them coming loose. That night was October 31st, 1981.

#desi potters #indian james potter #marauder era #sirius black #remus lupin #indian festivals #jily #wolfstar #tw: racism #tw: mentions of death

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