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silversatin2105 · 6 months
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Inspired by the response from Grand line dreams Angst ask about severely injured reader
Writer’s comments:
This is a response to the ask answered by the user known as @grandlinedreams, this is my take on a best case scenario, thank you so much for your permission to post
TW: Angst, mentions of medial stuff, potential character death, if I’ve missed anything please let me know and I’ll add them to the list
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It had been two weeks and three days since (Y/N) had been severely injured, you had survived the reaper’s scythe that night, its amazing how you did, you were decimated, deep lacerations on your arms and chest, before Law even got to you half a pint of your blood had already been spilled, without hesitation that day Law had carried your dying form to the Polar Tang and emergency surgery had to be performed.
Blood had to be warmed and prepped, bandages had to be removed and the wounds under sutured after Law checked for signs of internal bleeding and any shrapnel that entered the wounds had to be removed and then fish skin was placed upon the wounds before being re-dressed, when the blood was ready it was allowed to flow into your veins as the other arm took in IV fluids, no need for a sedative you were already out of it.
The first night was always the fist challenge you would face, At this moment deaths embrace felt comforting, the natural next step but what about him?
Law had always feared that your devil may care attitude would lead to calamity and so right he was, you fucked up and now the Captain of the Polar Tang had to deal with the very real threat of loosing you, On one rare conversation he would tell you of the brave man whom gave him a second shot at life, to tell you the truth that’s the first time he opened up to you, hearing his story you vowed to do anything for him, become anything for him and right now there was a very real chance that would be a corpse.
No were the thoughts in your mind as you channeled all your energy, all your might, everything into breathing, you were not going to add to the myriad of mental scars to him, NO MORE SUFFERING, breathing in and out you fought, the heart beating in your chest like terrible thunder as in the reality that your coma had sealed you from, you lay heaving concerning law.
“Damn have you developed an infection?” Law asked wiping your brow with a clean cloth, the male grimaced lip bitten as he checked your wounds, a few were red and hot to the touch so he applied IV antibiotics to your course of treatment, the second hurdle in your journey to spit death in the face and draw another waking breath, raw emotion galvanizing your resolve, fight on, live on.
After a few days the antibiotics took effect, the second hurdle back to the land of the living almost cleared, Law was still taking his meals by your bedside, still cautious- On alert, and He left the running of the ship mostly to Beppo after forming a plan of attack for the next moves to make, like before he spoke to you, Asked what was going thought your mind?, No doubt he’s seen some wild occurrences, since his alliances with straw hat, but in truth, seeing you that day on the battlefield, he never dared to hope that you’d draw another waking breath. 
Heck he was so worried that he had taken to shifted bathroom breaks with other members of the crew watching you and this was the norm for two weeks and four days, He must have had too much coffee that morning as he couldn’t wait for cover, he made his apologies to your sleeping form and bolted for the bathroom, as he walked back to the med bay he sighed- I better get another cup of coffee later for tonight..im so fucking tired …when’s the last time I slept, were his thoughts as he walked into the room where you were being kept, his tired and drained eyes gaze out to a surprise.
It was you, sitting up in bed your (insert color) eyes looking at him with a sort of tired look, you had seen better days then again so had he, he looked disheveled, sleep deprived and honestly so fucking done, in that moment no words were spoken, just a quietness as your eyes locked, ten minutes had passed and then it happened, you began to speak.
“I’m so sorry captain, I messed up… their Haki was too strong, I promise it won’t happen again” you told him an apology, one of the things you fought through death for, Law was stunned, the first thing from you after three weeks was an apology.
“Is that it… after three weeks the first words out of your mouth is an apology, We’ve all been worried sick, you damned idiot !” Law went on to say in a harsh tone, cold words masking the internalized concern he daren’t let himself feel, the emotions he stonewalled from his own heart, Law in this moment was as before romantically hidden behind a sheet of Plexiglas.
You looked up at him with shock in your eyes, you expected this but you didn’t expect it to hurt so much, tears welling in your eyes you slid back onto to the bed clutching the blanket to your chest, Law grumbled and sighed laying his hat on the bedside table resting his head by your side, a hand timidly reaching out to yours, within a moment, you felt the roughness of his fingertips upon your hand, the hand of your captain, you froze in response, you go to turn to look at him.
“D-don’t look at me right now. Please…” Law orders as you oblige him to take in the warmth of your hand, the pulse on your wrist, a pulse that those three weeks ago could have been taken from him, could he finally bring himself to hope now that you were once more amongst the living, fifteen minutes past as he assessed you, got his heart ready and then he began to speak.
“Listen up, I am going to say something, take it as you will…the truth is (Y/N) I feel deep kinship for you, since you joined the crew you’ve shown unwavering loyalty, courage in the face of adversity. What I mean to say is…I love you”
Law speaks to you, the world in that moment shattering, your eyes widen as he presses his head close to you back, and you blush as Law finally falls asleep after three weeks of hell.
You go to move and as you do, you feel an arm move carefully around you, light snoozing sounds from the captain of the heart pirates can be heard, and so in that moment you smile lightly and fall asleep again.
“It’s easy to promise someone that you’d die for them but even more difficult to promise that you'd live for someone"
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tllgrrl · 7 days
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Thanks for the tags @btwxsixesandsevens and @sarifinasnightmare ! As I was tagged by the two of you, and I was actually working two WIPs, here are the most recent lines I wrote for two WIPS.
Last Line Challenge
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you w rote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words. Or as many as you feel like.
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The Summary of a 100 word Rick & Michonne Grimes drabble-thing I wrote upon seeing a beautiful tracking shot that opens the final episode of the miniseries “The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live”.
From “Essential Skills for a Post-apocalypse World”:
A CRM uniform would be waiting for Rick at the first refueling jump point on the way back to Cascadia Base, but before driving out to the chopper…
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And for Vampire!Cardiologist Sarah/Vampire!Bucky a tiny addition is the last written on the latest chapter, which I’ll finally (!) be posting today.
From “Heart Beat”:
He’d hoped to get to this part later. The part about the millennia of brutality that was also a part of vampire society.
Not unlike the brutality that ran rampant in mortal societies as well.
Vampire Hunters like him existed for Reasons.
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I know people are all levels of busy, so I’m lobbing soft tag-you’re-its to @khululekile @gghalcyon @palettesofrenaissance-main @spinachgarden @idontgettechnology @philtstone @rebellconquerer @breadtheft1796 and anyone who wants to play, whose name I can’t recall at this ungodly hour.
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gravityofstars · 1 year
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i think there are still a few of you around that this will matter to… i finished the first complete draft of my original novel sometime in mid 2021. i reworked it a bit a couple of times, and finally decided it was ready. officially started sending it out to agents in april.
two days ago one of them sent me a request for a partial manuscript!
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mx-lamour · 5 months
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The first chapter of Immortality is here!!!
Thank you to everyone who left notes on my pitch post. You helped me write about 1k words per day just by showing interest in my ideas. I am so, so grateful.
Please leave kudos or comments; it would mean the absolute world to me! I desperately want to know which little details catch your attention or make you feel something. Writing is my art, but I've been too anxious to use it genuinely for years and years and years.
Chapter 2 is in the works!
If you were hoping for one of the other fics in the aforementioned post instead, I have more good news: I'm also about halfway through Chapter 1 of Despite Fear, and I have about four pages of notes for The Empty Closet (for scale, I racked up about a dozen pages on Immortality before getting into the real meat of the project, but it is definitely progressing).
Y'all have unleashed the floodgate. Bless you.
(I have also taken a vow and feel it is my solemn duty to flesh out the very sparse content for this deserving rare pair.)
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shout or sing, the volume brings… cracks. dragging and stretching- connecting until shattering. Jagged edges one cannot squeeze, unless the intention is to bleed. Sing or scream; reflections fall…crumble.
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writelykeekee · 1 year
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The poetry contest I entered in January posted results this morning, and I just got a look-see!
Unfortunately, my collection was declined.
While I can't deny that I could have used a win for my writer psyche, it helps to remember that each rejected work stokes the embers of my ability and encourages me to continue writing and wanting to get my work out into the world.
And now, I'm off to do just that!
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fairytaillover5 · 2 years
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Falling Stars NaLu Oneshot
Falling stars were admirable; he had always had a hidden like for them. It was something that he hadn’t shared with anyone, it was something on a deeply personal level. They reminded him of the nights he had spent with Igneel, laying on the dragon’s warm belly admiring the night sky, making wishes on every one they saw. Their wish being the same; they just wanted to live their life out, fully and happily.
Though now, as he looked up to the sky, panting wildly and horribly out of breath, he saw a falling star that he didn’t want to see. It was Lucy, falling from high in the sky, the brightest out of all descending stars.  
He desperately pushed all of his power into his legs, flames relentlessly covering them, increasing his speed considerably so that he could catch her. Can I catch her? As he had this sudden thought, he tripped over his legs, making him fall harshly to the ground. SHUT THE HELL UP. He fiercely scolded the part of himself that doubted his abilities to save her, and quickly got up. There is no possible way that I am not going to catch her.
More, he pushed more power into his legs, going the fastest he had ever gone in his entire life, no doubt wrecking the muscles in his calves, but it was worth it. I caught her back when she was being held by the Phantom Lord Guild, and I’m going to catch her now.
He looked back up to the falling star that was Lucy, and with his remarkable sight, saw that her eyes were open with tears running down them.
“LUCY!!!!” He roared her name with all his might, desperately wanting to give her any type of reassurance possible from the distance that was between them.
“Natsu.” He heard her small hoarse voice, with his hearing that was the same as a dragon's, and couldn’t help but hurt a little inside. She had been through what seemed like hell for this whole clock problem, and now she was falling out of the sky with tears dripping from her eyes.
With all the might he had left, he claimed the wings of a dragon and made his feet fly.
I swear I’ll catch you.
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rose-arwen-padme · 11 months
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When you procrastinate on writing to make a meme of your last chapter instead. Chapter 48 of Suppression, y'all. The Dark Times.
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deskofmaji · 1 year
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Knight Writers Assemble!
I think that was a catch phrase in the 80′s wasn’t it?  Possibly!
In any case I think a misconception happens occasionally. I ran into an old friend not to long ago.  A friend who knows of my habit of writing because frankly he’s read what I’ve written.  He read what I’ve written back in high school and believe me...  That is absolutely not my writing style anymore.  Like any art, if you go back and look at some of the first things you did, some of the first pictures you took, some of the first music you wrote, some of the first art that you created, you’re not going to be happy with it.  Writing is no different.  I can barely read some of the things I wrote back then.  It hurts my soul, it literally hurts my soul.  But that’s not the point.  That’s how we grow.  I told him some of the things I’ve been working on and he mentioned “Oh yeah, I remember you used to do that Knight Rider stuff...”  Then I told him some of the other things I’m working on and his reaction was more along “Oh you write real stuff now too?  That’s cool!”
So my reaction might have been to pull from my Southern ancestors before me, smile sweetly and say ‘Oh well bless your heart, you know everything I write is real.’
By the way if a southern woman ever says ‘bless your heart’ to you, it ain’t a good thing.  Unfortunately he may have been here through high school but he’s actually from California and has spent most of his adult life in California as well so he did not hear the tones of hell beasts that were released upon a simple phrase.
So let me assure my fellow writers who might not see what they do as ‘real.’   If you put words on a paper, in a computer, in a type writer, in a phone (I’m not sure how ya’ll do that one, you’re more determined than I)  You are working on something real.  If you can tell a story you can write a story, if you put that story down, you’re a writer.  If you’ve never written anything but Knight Rider Fanfiction, you’re still a writer.  If you created something, you’re a creator no matter what the format.  So don’t let them people who scoff and go “Fanfiction writer?  Really?”  Don’t let them get to you.  In fact, come join us.  Cause we happen to have fun and if you want to turn that talent into something original?  That’s how you learn.  I learned that I loved writing by writing Fanfiction.  That led me to a job at a Newspaper and its what keeps me going those nights I seriously don’t wanna work on my book.  But I’m gonna keep hacking’ away at that too because it’s a labor of love.  
But for all those who need somebody in your corner, we’re here! 
https://discord.gg/CCYTrG9W
We can help you critique, we can help hash out those ideas, we can help be a sounding board.  So come on down.  If you’ve got a story in ya, you can get it down on paper.  Especially if it means keeping a great show like Knight Rider alive so come on Knight Rider Fanfic Writers!
Hell if nothing else sometimes you just need to know if you can fit a body in the back of an ‘82 Trans-Am without Google judging you.  You can by the way, but we’ve decided it would be a pretty tight fit.  I’m a writer, I swear Google...
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gingerswagfreckles · 7 months
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After 146 days, the Writer's Strike has ended with a resounding success. Throughout constant attempts by the studios to threaten, gaslight, and otherwise divide the WGA, union members stood strong and kept fast in their demands. The result is a historic win guaranteeing not only pay increases and residual guarantees, but some of the first serious restrictions on the use of AI in a major industry.
This win is going to have a ripple effect not only throughout Hollywood but in all industries threatened by AI and wage reduction. Studio executives tried to insist that job replacement through AI is inevitable and wage increases for staff members is not financially viable. By refusing to give in for almost five long months, the writer's showed all of the US and frankly the world that that isn't true.
Organizing works. Unions work. Collective bargaining how we bring about a better future for ourselves and the next generation, and the WGA proved that today. Congratulations, Writer's Guild of America. #WGAstrong!!!
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emuanon34 · 2 months
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destiel-wings · 7 months
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this is dean directly speaking to us with the fanfiction writing power and living outside of the narrative he's trapped in, asking us to do what chuck and the cw don't allow him to have
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raetttriestowrite · 1 year
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Me, an author, side eyeing my WIP: you're not going to do anything weird, are you? We've discussed this. There's a plan. We're going to stick to the plan, aren't we?
The WIP: *presents subplot, presents additional conflicts, presents character development, laughs in my fucking face*
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Swallowing your essence, your skin. The salt of the ocean in your taste.
I, myself becomes…consumed. Transfixed….
That infectious, joyful smile. The pleasantries; of the dark in your eyes….
To never be unwanted or alone, they stare with your heart and share with mine. The gaze that becomes our love
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flayyr · 9 months
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mmm divorcespark. i post whatever the fuck i want
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