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Fostering a Nightmare - Chapter Eleven Sneak Peek

I don’t typically do these, but I’m kind of feeling like doing it. So, here you go, I guess.



Hermione felt absolutely livid. She handed her book to a wide-eyed Ginny, who hastily took it without a word. Then, she grabbed Tom’s wrist and bit out an, “Excuse us, please.”

No one said anything as she dragged Tom over to a small alley in between the book store and the shop next door. Once they got to the alley, he yanked his wrist out of her grasp.

“I’m not a child, you know,” he said coldly.

Hermione waved her wand and cast a quick Muffliato charm. She turned on him and said crossly, “Are you sure about that? Could have fooled me.”

Tom didn’t say anything; he just shoved his clenched fists into his pockets, and glared down at her.

Hermione closed her eyes, rubbed her forehead with her fingers, and sighed tiredly. “What in the world is the matter with you, Tom? What you said back there was completely out of line.”

“Are you sure about that?” he mimicked bitterly.

Her eyes snapped open at him, and scowled. “I know you don’t like Harry, but he’s my friend, Tom. One of my best friends. I don’t particularly care for your friends, either, but I don’t go around saying rude things to them.”

The scowl left Tom’s face and he shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “You could, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”

Hermione groaned out a quiet, “Oh, my God,”, threw her head back to look at the beautiful sky, and silently prayed for patience.

gaylittleluthor  asked:

HEY for the fall prompts idea! Lena and Kara Halloween dress up party! Maybe Kara dresses up as a puppy and Lena dresses up as a witch? Basically just some cute Halloween party, maybe Kara convinces Lena to do a cute "friends" costume (which is actually a couples costume)...I don't know just cute fall Halloween fun!

The party is a yearly tradition. Kara’s idea. The inviting Lena this time? Definitely Alex’s idea.

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“Ah, sorry, I’m not much of a dancer.” Prompto mumbled to his feet after he once again stepped on the prince of Lucis’ toes. 
“Could have fooled me,” Noctis smiled warmly, pulling Prompto closer, “Do they not have balls in Niflheim?” 
Prompto paused, his face falling slightly as he lowered his gaze to the floor “Well…ah, no. Not really.” 

Insomnia welcomes Niflheim into their kingdom will a ball, and although Noctis usually hates any kind of social event, surprisingly this one has become a little more interesting. Another scene I had in mind for my Niflheim prince Prompto AU. I’m planning on drawing a few more things because I’ve received so much encouragement, I hope y’all like angst, cause thats where this AU is headed. 

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 




The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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Draco Malfoy's Potions Notes 🍆

He’s doing it again.

What?

You know. The thing with his eggplant.

Who are you talking about?

Don’t tease me, Pans. You bloody well know who.

Pans?

Fine, I’ll stop calling you that, but believe me, it’s a vast improvement on Pansy.

Excuse me?

You can hex me later. In the meantime, can we please get back to the matter at hand? Harry Potter is fondling an eggplant. In the middle of class.

And that bothers you?

Of course! It’s like he’s teasing me on purpose.

Are you serious? It’s a potions ingredient, not a dildo.

He could have fooled me. Look at the way he - oh merlin now he’s basically wanking it off right here in the middle of class.

He’s wanking off an eggplant? Are you okay?

No I’m not. I’m going to have to leave early.

Are you kidding me?

No, it’s really come to that, Pans. This is killing me.

Oh yeah, I should probably let you know right now that I am not Pansy.

Please tell me you’re joking, Pans. This isn’t funny.


Pansy dropped an open book on my desk earlier in class and your notes just sort of appeared in it.

Oh merlin, who is this?

You probably don’t want to know.

Potter?

Malfoy?

Fuck. Please let this be a dream. This is the worst - POTTER, FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN, COULD YOU PLEASE PUT THAT FUCKING EGGPLANT DOWN ALREADY???

What Did You Just Call Me? (Bucky X Reader)

Originally posted by totheendofthelinepal

MASTER LIST

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Violence & PDA
WORD COUNT: 2,712 
SUMMARY: The Avengers come back from a quick mission that ended well for everyone but Y/N. During the whole mission, Bucky babies Y/N since she’s new to the team. When they come back to headquarters she picks a fight with him leading to an actual fight. 


“I can’t believe you.”

“What I do now, Dollface?”

“Don’t doll face me!” Y/N storms out of the elevator with the rest of the Avengers following behind her, “You practically told me to wait in the car like I’m some five-year-old!”

“Well, if you didn’t act like a child then I wouldn’t treat you like one.”

Y/N’s eyes go wide by Bucky Barnes’s statement, somehow he’s able to make her even more pissed than she already is. The two heroes walk side by side further into the Avenger’s headquarter as they bark at one another. People around them notice steam coming out of Y/N’s ears and Bucky’s deadly gaze with the rest of the Avenger gang following behind them awkwardly quiet. Just that display makes everyone near the group go the opposite way. Y/N stops walking and points at her friend with a metal arm while growling in disbelief.

“Excuse me?! Bucky, you’re not my Dad-”

“Woah, save the kinky talk for the bed.”

Tony Starks blurts out making the two fighting look at him like they’re about to attack. James Rhodes sends his best friend a knowing look before shrugging and continuing to walk beside him. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton are walking behind Tony and James with bored expressions as if they been through this argument with each other before. Wanda Maximoff and Vision walk beside the assassins like they wanted nothing but leave the scene in front of them. Sam Wilson then sends Steve Rogers a glance silently telling him that maybe they should intervene but Steve just watches them like this is a casual conversation. Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, and Peter Parker are the last ones to leave the elevator. All three look innocently confused on what is going on here. The whole team is decked out in their now dirty suits and used weapons. Sending Tony an irritated glance Y/N snaps with venom.

“Tony. For the last time, we’re just friends!”

“Could have fooled me.” He mumbles to himself making Y/N face go red causing him to raise his hands up in defeat and adding, “Sorry, my bad.”

“Sure you are.”

Y/N rolls her eye knowing he’ll make another joke about them in a minute. He’s been making comments like that ever since she joined the Avengers and grew a friendship with Bucky. She knows the group secretly thinks something is going on between the two them. That’s more because Bucky doesn’t make friends, Steve was the only person who qualified as a friend to Bucky before Y/N got into the picture. When Y/N joined she hit it off with everyone, more with the Winter Soldier than with anyone else though. It was a problem in the beginning since the group treated her like they had to keep her safe at all times but after a few weeks, everyone realized she didn’t need protection. Well, everyone realized that besides Bucky. Which is why they are at each other’s throats right now because during the whole mission the team was on only moments ago Bucky had treated her like another civilian. Chucking her gun carelessly on a couch near by Y/N shouts at Bucky without looking at him.

“I’m going to say this one last time, Bucky Barnes. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

“Why are you mad at me?” He looks around the building confused before saying with some serious guts, “It’s not my fault you’re fragile.”

“Oh shit.”

“God… Bucky… No.”

“Are you trying to get your ass kicked?”

“What did you just call me?”

Y/N shouts before flipping over a table and turning to face him with an unreadable expression, she’s never looked more deadly than right now. To be honest, no one besides Bucky really knows Y/N, she’s only been an Avenger for a few months now and she spends most her time with him. Nevertheless, it’s no secret that Y/N gets mad a lot, a least once a day she’s pissed about something. Yesterday it was because of her coffee split, today it’s because Bucky called her fragile but this was a different kind of mad that none of them have ever seen. It was close to when Bruce gets scary kind of mad and turns into Hulk. So out of a force of habit, the whole team stills and watches them with their weapons at the ready. The whole room is now empty of normal people, good thing too because at this moment Bucky and Y/N are wild cards.

“You’re calling ME fragile?!” Y/N snap as she shoves Bucky before pointing at Peter, “We have a fucking 12-year-old on the team and you’re calling me FRAGILE!”

“Hey…”

“Shut up.”

“He has powers, Doll. You don’t.” Bucky announces annoyed as he pushes his longish dark hair out of his face, “He’s been on the team longer than you too. All I’m saying is he has more experience-”

“WHAT!”

Y/N blurts out in such a deep and powerful tone that Thor looks at her in alarm while slightly raising his hammer. In anger, she then takes a handful of small knives and chuckles them harshly near Bucky. They all hit the white wall behind him, he doesn’t flinch and he doesn’t gain a scratch by her action either. He looks at her bored only making her impossibly more furious. Since she was born she was trained to survive anything and to do anything. Her whole life was about surviving any situation. She never got a day off her whole life until last year when Nick found her and gave her an offer to be a part of the Avengers. Storming toward him with her fist clenched she’s about to throw a punch when he grabs her wrist. When she tries to use her free hand he grabs that one too before she can do any damage to him. He spins her slickly around so her entire back is against his built chest. Lowering his head so his lips are right beside her ear when he whispers in a commanding tone.

“Stop being a drama queen and-”

Not letting him finish Y/N flips him over causing him to fall in front of her onto his back, everyone hears the sound of his back hitting the marble floor. He lays there for a second looking at her for a moment as if he underestimated her strength. With that thought he shakes his head knowing a little girl like her couldn’t be stronger than he’d expect, she’s rather short. The top of her head reaches his shoulder. Not only that but that means she’s been going easy with him in their workouts. They work out every morning and he’s never seen her throw something as heavy as him over her shoulder. Jumping up he turns around back to her with an easy going smile, she has her hip popped out and arms folded. Thor leans near Bruce and whispers into the silence with complete shock.

“I wasn’t informed that Y/N was the Queen of drama.”

“Not now, Thor.”

“Okay, okay, you had your fun.” Bucky sighs tiredly as he struts up to Y/N with a smug look, “You made a scene, flipped me over, so let’s just forget this whole little outburst and grab a beer. Dollface.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. Dollface.” Y/N threatens slowly before tilting her head knowingly and whispering, “HYDRA project.”

Bucky’s posture stiffen, he clenches his fists, his face is unreadable. Everyone in the room has a silent heart attack from Y/N’s cheap shot but he was just a moment ago doing the same thing. Bucky and Y/N face each other with the same dangerous expression. The two have fought plenty of times, usually to let off steam or for bragging rights but this was different. They were actually talking instead of just straight up punching. Their friends honestly didn’t know what to do, they were adults, they’re mature enough to resolve this themselves. Then again they both were mentally and physically messed up. Abruptly Bucky throws all his guns away from his person. A sly smile slips onto Y/N’s face at the gesture, she had just as much power over him as he did over her. Getting into her personal space Bucky tilts his head and whispers.

“You’re such a child.”

“Well, you’re such a cocky prick.”

Her words make him growl lowly while moving closers to her, she takes a few steps back but he takes more forwards. They play this game until Y/N’s back is to the wall and she can’t move. Bucky gazes looks hungry making Y/N question why she picked a fight with him. She always had to pick on with him, she fought with everyone in the Avenger but he was the only one to fight back. Maybe that’s why they were such close friends, she’ll tell him to fuck off and he would break into her room to figure out what’s wrong. She’ll tell him of course and he would do everything to fix it, even if he didn’t fix the problem she would feel 100 times better just by knowing her tried. This is different though, he’s not trying to fix it, it’s almost like he’s egging it on and Y/N’s prideful ass is taking the bait. Tilting his head to the side Bucky rests his hand on either side of Y/N’s head before saying with a smug look.

“At least I don’t pretend I’m not delicate.”

“That’s it!”

“You get Bucky, I’ll get Y/N.”

Tony speaks up instantly to Steve knowing Y/N is thinking irrationally right now. Just as Y/N shoves Bucky away and grabs a vase the guys go over to them in hopes to keep each other from killing one another. She throws the glass vase at Bucky causing him and Steve to duck, it hits the floor near their feet and it breaks into tiny pieces. Tony then grabs her by the arms just for her to flip him over like she did with Bucky earlier. He falls to the floor and she walks over him like he wasn’t even there. A coffee table is in Y/N’s way to Bucky so she easily kicks it out of her way to Bucky. The table slides unknowingly at the Avengers watching them. Some of the moves away and jump over it, Thor uses his hammer to break it and makes it impossible for the broken pieces not to hit his friends around him. Steve who’s pulling Bucky back sees the damage and says for the first time since he’s been frozen.

“Shit.”

Bucky hides a chuckle at the scene in front of him just before Y/N gets to him and punched him in the jaw. His expression goes from shock to mad within a second before pouncing on her. She moves and sweeps his legs before he can tackle her to the ground. He falls and she grabs a glass pot near a couch, she throws it at his laying form. He moves out of the way just a second before it hits the ground and breaks into a million shards. He groans in disbelief because he knows she was really aiming to hit him that time, jumping up he grabs the couch and slides it into her. She falls before she can throw a decorative plant at him. Letting out a heavy breath Buck realizes she’s more pissed than he realized and suddenly asks seriously.

“Are you seriously mad at me calling you delicate?”

“No, Bucky. I’m not mad, I’m just throwing shit for fun.” She growls as she jumps over the couch to get to him, “Of course I’m fucking mad! You’re like my best friend and you treat me like a burden!”

“Doll, you aren’t a burden-”

“Don’t call me that! And don’t you dare lie to me.” She spits out as she shoves him, well, he lets her shove him into the wall behind him, “Ever since I’ve joined you made it your job to baby me and I’ve had it!”

“I baby you because I don’t want you to get hurt!” He spins them around so he has her pinned to the wall as he explains in frustration, “I have not once seen you as some kind of burden to me or to the team.”

“Bullshit! Just admit it!” She barks as she tries to get out of his grasp, “You baby me because you see me as a problem.”

“Dollface… You have it all backward.”

Bucky whispers tiredly as he keeps his hold on Y/N so she won’t punch him. Steve helps Tony stand up behind the two by the wall. They glance at their other friends to make sure they are okay before looking cautiously at Buck and Y/N. Never have has any of them seen the two fight like this, they were always teasing each other or play fighting but never this. The team thought the two were too close to fight this badly. There has to be a more serious reason Y/N’s mad at Bucky, she usually is just annoyed when Bucky is overprotective of her. Maybe she doesn’t see it as being overprotective, maybe she sees Bucky trying to limiting her. That honestly wouldn’t surprise the team, they could tell Bucky likes being in charge of Y/N. Before the team can think any more of this irrational argument they hear Bucky mumble to Y/N so softly that could barely hear it.

“I try to protect you because I couldn’t handle you getting hurt.”

“Well, why don’t you baby Steve!” She fires back not exactly realizing what he meant, “I know you hate when he gets hurt but every time we’re out you-”

“Doll, you’re an exception.”

“It’s because I’m a girl, right? Let me tell you, you sexist-”

“No! For the love of God…”

He groans annoyed before throwing all caution out the window and slamming his lips to hers. She moans in surprise and her eyes go wide just as big as their friends. His hands loosen around her wrist letting her pull loose. Grabbing his shirt in the front aggressively she pulls him closer and shuts her eyes. He sighs in relief before leaning his body on her’s against the wall. One of Bucky’s hands goes to the small of her back to push her bottom half flush on his, this other weaves through her hair. She groans as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to her. Bucky begins pulling away from her causing her to follow him needingly. Chuckling Bucky gives her one last kiss before officially pulling away to look down at her. Biting her lip Y/N says breathlessly with the color pink coming to her cheeks.

“Oh… That’s why.”

“Yeah. That’s why, doll face.”

 “Well, well, well…” Their little bubble pops when they hear Tony say in a shit eating grin, “What I’d tell Y'all.”

Steve who’s standing right beside the millionaire playboy sends him an unamused look before punching him in the arm. He then turns to Bucky and gives him an easy wink making him look down to his feet before looking at the woman in his arms. Y/N opens her mouth to say something before the only kid in the room blurts out curiously.

“So who’s cleaning this mess up?”

Bucky and Y/N finally look away from each other, the team does the same and looks around. Everyone in the room realizes then it’s a bigger mess than they would have assumed. The coffee table, vase, and fake plant are broken into hundreds of pieces across the room. A couch and table are flipped over and in a weird position and a hand full of knives are in the wall along with a bunch of weapons scattered on the floor. Awkwardly Bucky and Y/N look back at each other, their little fight might have gotten too out of hand. Bursting out loud laughing the two look at each other like they should have expected this much from one another.

It’s my brother’s blood on a cherry tree
It stains the bark from branch to root
It puddles thick with pits and leaves
It strains the sweetness from the fruit
It’s got me lookin’ for communion
A hidin’ spot off underground
An open plot I could climb in to
A lighting promise in my mouth
A blackout oath I swore and meant, but couldn’t conjure up again

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Lex is killed in prison. Lena's reaction is a lot more than she thought it would be but she tries to deal on her own so Kara comes to comfort her

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The news breaks on Twitter first, and then later on the national news. Lena doesn’t hear about it until she’s walking out of a marketing meeting and checks her phone.

It doesn’t register right away. The words seem so benign as they flash at her from multiple notifications on the screen.

LEX LUTHOR FOUND DEAD

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Roman Godfrey x Reader (Little Prince pt.3)

Scenario: You’re a new student at Hemlock Grove High and you catch the attention of (surprise,surprise) Roman Godfrey.

WARNINGS: swearing, minor sexual situations

Word Count: 1467

Tagged People: @frozenhuntress67

sorry in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

You could hear the bass from a block away. It was practically shaking the whole neighborhood. With every step you took, your heart beat harder and harder. You know you had nothing to be nervous about, but you couldn’t stop worrying. About what exactly? You had no idea. You wished that you were as excited about this party as your dad was when you asked for permission to go. He was practically pushing you out the door when it was time to leave. Good old dad. You knew he was only trying to help out, but you couldn’t help but wish he would stay out of your personal life from time to time.

The house slowly revealed itself as you turned a corner, if you could even call it a house. The place was huge! It was like a mansion was eaten by an even bigger mansion. Teenagers were sprawled across the front lawn, and even more could be heard from inside. Your insides churned at thought of being among all those people.

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Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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“I liked the building, not you.”

A/N: Hope this breaks my writing hiatus.  I tried to make this as realistic as possible. I might have more parts if you guys like it. 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 3,175


I wasn’t sure which neighbourhood I was in or how I exactly got there but I didn’t care. As I passed further into the blocks of residential houses the more they began to bloom with colour and greengage. I felt like I was returning home.

I continued listening to my music out of one earbud and ambled my way down the streets, the shutter on my camera never seemed to stop. Everything was perfect and it had been so long since I felt this way.

Toronto was good for me but it also was different. It was nothing like back home and after living on The Rock for my whole life I wasn’t used to change. Moving to Toronto I expected that my abilities would expand and flex but after the third month, I was feeling trapped. My source for photography was suddenly limited and I was trying to learn to adapt.

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31 and/or 34 with supercorp for the thing obviously

31) Who is more affectionate?

Lena remembers hearing once that the purest form of affection is a mother’s love.

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When intentions are lost in translation

For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.

SIMON:

I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same moment I hit the ground.

BAZ:

Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is torn in a few places.

I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and cautiously step closer.

‘Snow?’

There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving. I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.

There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be struggling to breathe.

Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back on the bed.

I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead. There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death, and realising how close you are to losing him.)

I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his cheeks.

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Dramatic Switch

Pairing: Forming Platonic Prinxiety

Prompt:Anxiety & Prince wake up with their clothing swapped, but they can’t change so have to film a video as eachother.

This is a fic for @daymeetsnight for the Sanders Sides fic exchange! I got it done just in time, and it turned out WAY longer than I expected (2935 words), and angstier than planned, but I really hope you like it. 


“What the hell?! Give me back my hoodie!”

“How dare you disgrace my royal sash! Hand it over!”

Both were more than happy to comply, but couldn’t seem to get the other’s garments off. This left Virgil in Roman’s royal attire, and Princey as an emo nightmare. They, of course, panicked.

“We are to film a video today, and Thomas will be summoning us any minute!” The royal exclaimed in all his dramatics, “I am a Prince! I cannot possibly allow my subjects to see me looking like I just stepped out of Dead, Goth, &Beyond!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I totally want to look like I just mugged Prince Charming,” Virgil rolled his eyes at the prince as he crossed his arms. “So Sir Creativity, what do we do? I have an image to maintain.”

Roman!Thomas’s voice suddenly echoed through the mind palace.

“Gah!” Roman resisted the call as they started panicking more. “Oh! Um… Oh! Quickly, switch places with me! We will simply act like each other, and no one will know!”

Virgil opened his mouth to point out how stupid he thought this idea was, but as Thomas called again, he groaned and switched places with Roman before popping into Thomas’s living room.

‘He’s lucky I read the scripts to death,’ Virgil thought as he struck Roman’s signature entering pose.

“Hello, common folk! Did you miss me?” The commonly dark trait grinned with a flourish.

“Roman, what took so long?” Thomas whispered.

“My apologies. You see, I was caught up in an epic battle with the Dragon Witch and lost track of time.” Virgil thought up as he pretended to fight some unseen beast.

This seemed to be Princey enough for the others as Logan rolled his eyes, Thomas nodded, and Patton grinned.

“Aw! Way to go Kiddo!” The Dad beamed.

Virgil felt absolutely ridiculous performing the action, but as everyone accepted the lie and continued on with the video, his smile became a little more genuine.

Being part of Thomas, he enjoyed acting just like the others, but if any of them truly knew him, they’d know his passion could rival the very royal he was playing. That’s why he always made Thomas so nervous before a performance. He, more than anyone, understood how much they were all truly capable of, and–while he sometimes insisted with things that there was no point in trying–acting was not one of these things, and he wanted Thomas to truly give nothing but his absolute all, even if it was just an audition. If his presence didn’t cause Thomas anxiety, he’d probably be right there on stage with him and Princey.

Acting also allowed the dark trait to be someone else. He didn’t have to be ‘the embodiment of a dark and stormy night’ as Roman once phrased it. He could be free. So as they continued the video, that’s exactly what he was. Free. He played the part of roman with everything he had. Arguing with Logan, encouraging Thomas, and not so subtly degrading Patton; he didn’t enjoy the last part nearly as much but a role was a role, and for once in his existence, the confidence he gave off was real.

Anxiety loved every second of playing the dramatic, overly confident Prince as he threw out another vague reference with a smirk. Every second that is, until the real Princey popped up to play him, and shoot down ‘his’ idea.

Virgil gave Princey’s sassy retort without missing a beat or the barely concealed look of impressed surprise the royal gave him as he responded. He hid his blush, and continued on as though nothing had happened, but as filming went on, Virgil began to notice Princey acting strange.

Being the anxious trait, part of his job was to analyze everything in an instant, and though Roman played him flawlessly, Virgil still almost broke character to frown. As far as Virgil could tell, none of the others had noticed, but the real Prince looked like he was trying to hide the fact that he was in physical pain even as he rolled his eyes as Anxiety.

‘What’s wrong with him?’ Virge wondered as they continued to play each other so no one would know they were stuck in each other’s clothes.

He started to become actually worried, however, when he noticed Roman’s bangs becoming slowly limper as they dampened with sweat. This was when Anx knew this had to end soon, and used the influence he apparently held as Prince to start trying to get the video to move along faster with more one take shots.

It seemed to work, and in no time, Thomas declared them done and they gave their final words before sinking out one by one so Thomas could start editing, and  everyone dispersed back to their rooms once back in the mind palace.

Roman tried to use this to escape to his room as well, but Virgil had sunk out before him so was waiting for him outside the currently emo royal’s room.

“What’s wrong? You look more like death than I usually do,” Virgil immediately questioned the prince.

Said prince tried to hide a wince at being found out that, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Virgil, even as the royal smirked. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“One of my roles as Thomas’s Anxiety is to analyze everything to death to prevent Thomas from making mistakes. Everything includes people so Thomas doesn’t make social blunders. The whole video, you looked like you were in physical pain, and half-way through, you started sweating like there was a great strain on you. What. Is. Wrong?” The dark trait asked with punctuation to each word of the original question to show Princey wasn’t avoiding it.

It was at this point Roman knew he lost. “Can we go in my room for this? I don’t want to worry the other two if they hear,” Roman sighed as he went in his room before the other could answer.

This confused Virgil, but he followed Roman into the Broadway meets Disney tornado version of Thomas’s house with a shrug.

“Jeez, you really do have 101 Disney posters don’t you? I was just kidding when I said that, but I can’t believe it was true.” He gave a half-laugh as he sat on the couch.

“Disney is no joking matter!” Princey huffed, back to his usual dramatics now that he was in the safety of his own room. He appeared more at ease almost immediately.

“So what happened between the times we were in the commons to the time you popped up?” Virgil asked bluntly, feeling the ‘entering someone else’s space’ formalities had been met sufficiently enough.

Roman sighed extra dramatically, “Anxi-my apologies- Virgil, what do I represent?”

The question confused the darker trait, but he responded none the less, “Thomas’s ego, romance, love of the theatre, creativity, and his obsession with Disney?”

“What is another name for theatre?” Roman prompted.

“Drama,” Virgil answered without hesitation.

“Exactly! Virgil, I am Thomas’s theatrics. I am the literal embodiment of drama!” he posed. “You on the other hand,” he pointed to Anxiety, “are even less dramatic than Logan.”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with you being in pain?” Virgil asked, already having an idea, but wanting confirmation.

“Uuuuugh! Being a Drama King is part of my job! It becomes physically painful to not be my fabulous self!” Roman sighed with a hair flip as though it was the most tragic thing on Earth. “It’s not just an attention thing you know? Though I deserve to have all eyes on moi.”

Virgil sat in silence for a moment, mulling over what he just learned. “Why did you suggest we switch then if you knew it would hurt so much?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “Virgil, have I ever once, in the entire time you have known me, not been dramatic?”

“You had no clue it would hurt.”

“None at all,” the royal confirmed with a wave of his hand. “The closest I have come to feeling that was when I was apologizing to you, but we were all panicking so I figured it was that.”

“I see,” Virgil nodded. He had been about to call Roman a dolt for not knowing something so important but merely hid his own wince, blaming himself slightly now.

“Yes, but like a true actor,” Prince boasted proudly, “I worked through the pain to put on a stunning performance of our very own Boy Glummer that fooled everyone.”

Virge just rolled his eyes, “Please, your eye roll game was weak.”

Roman huffed, about to retort before he smirked instead, “Yes, I can admit that I could use some practice playing a dark prince. Maybe you could give me some pointers. You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there playing me.”

Anx turned scarlet almost immediately, and wished more than anything that he had his foundation back to hide it. “Shut up,” he snapped, “I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Oh really?” The prince continued to smirk, enjoying the other’s reaction, “Because you could have fooled me you were me.”

Virgil tried hiding in the collar of the royal shirt he was still wearing, wanting his hoodie, “I didn’t want them to find out…”


Roman smiled lightly now, “Virgil, calling Logan ‘My Chemical Reaction’ wasn’t in the script. I’m actually extremely disappointed it hasn’t been before.”

“Improv,” Virge mumbled, trying to sink into the couch now, unable to handle the compliments.

The royal sighed dramatically again as he sat on the couch with the darker, “Virgil, I’m not teasing you now. That was truly amazing. Why did you not tell us you could act?”

“I am part of Thomas, technically we can all act…”

“I highly doubt the glasses duo could act like that. You were completely unrecognizable as Virgil. Why hide such talent?” Roman pushed, truly impressed.

Virgil sighed, “To avoid this,” gesturing between the two of them. “To use theatre terms, your tragic flaw is you physically cannot not be dramatic. Mine is that I cannot handle praise. The fact that your room seems to boost confidence is probably the only reason I am not having a self-deprecating panic attack,” he admitted, hiding in his knees and awaiting the backlash.

Roman frowned, “By jones, that’s horrible!” embracing the other on an instinct to protect the vulnerable. “Patton compliments you all the time! Why did you never say anything?”

“…It does feel how it’s supposed to at first…nice that is…, but later, when I get back to my room, the room and my own brain start picking it apart and putting me back in my place. That’s why I enjoyed the acting. I was someone other than me.”

Princey’s heart broke hearing the revelation, and subconsciously held him closer, “Oh Virgil…what about now? What happened just now?” He asked this, but honestly he was afraid to hear an answer he was sure he already knew.

Virgil looked up at Roman for a second with an expression that confirmed his suspicions as he caught sight of the wetness in his eyes before he looked down again.

“…🎵You think you do the right thing, but incidentally You find the whole world prefer it differently~🎵”

Virgil sang quietly as Roman’s heart slowly sank more and more, “🎵I never wanted to be the bad guy🎵” he finished for the other. “You still don’t trust me.” Roman sighed, honestly hurt, but understanding why.

“I’m trying,” Virgil sighed, “but you spent so long insulting and making fun of me, it’s difficult. That apology was the first honestly nice thing you said to me you know? That’s why the panic set in so fast afterwards because the room was trying to decide if it was a lie or not and it caused an Anxiety Dump. Even now I’m still trying to accept it because my head keeps pointing out that it was scripted. Since it hurt though, I guess now I know it was real.” Another sigh. “When Logan praises me, there’s no anxiety because Lo finds lying an illogical waste of time and only gives his honest opinion. Patton is nice to everyone, so there is some anxiety over whether it’s true, but ultimately he is Morality and lying is wrong. You on the other hand, what do you have to gain from lying to someone like me? Every compliment you’ve ever given me has always been backhanded. Even this conversation started with you trying to tease me! …So yeah, I’m trying to start trusting you, but it’s hard.”

Virgil let all of this out with the confidence of the room acting as his backbone before he returned to sitting silently. As the silence stretched, however, Virgil tried looking up at the prince, but was cut short as Princey gathered him uncomfortably close and hid his face the anxious side’s shoulder. The darker immediately started squirming, of course, uncomfortable and startled. “Hey! What’s the big i-” That’s when he felt it through the thinner fabric of the prince’s shirt that he was wearing. Roman was crying.

“I am so sorry Virgil. I honestly just assumed it was our normal banter. I never thought to consider your side of thi- no, that is no excuse. I am a prince after all. I should have considered the feelings of all of my subjects, and that includes you Virgil. Especially after your video. Good God, I am horrible. I have been making an effort to call you by your proper name since you decided to trust us with it, but I still cannot do something as simple as be nice to you. For the love of Disney, I reacted to our current situation with accusing you of disgracing my sash when in truth, I am irritated that you look better in it than I do! Now I learn what I assumed was harmless and playful banter would have sent you into an attack. Virgil I am so truly sorry. You are amazing, and an amazing actor on top of it. I can promise that with complete sincerity. That performance was astounding, and you should be proud of yourself. Not even the Sherlock and Watson impersonators could tell it wasn’t me, and to assure you I am speaking from my heart with no dramatics, I can literally say that it would indeed kill me to compliment you at this point, so please know that only about half the stuff I have said since the ‘The Dark Side of Disney’ video, and absolutely nothing since your video was ever meant to hurt you. I would clichély ask if you could ever forgive me, but I would not blame you if you never could. I am so sorry Virgil, but know that you are wonderful, and deserve so much better than how you have been treated. You should never need to feel like you need to be anyone but you.”

Virgil sat frozen in absolute shock as he tried to gather his thoughts. Slowly he hugged Roman back and sighed, “Roman, self-deprecating remember? Anything you said, I had already thought a hundred and one times before. I was never actually upset with you. I was mad at myself that you were right. Don’t apologize for nothing. I’ll probably always think like this…, but thank you. I wasn’t trying to blame you at all. It just came out that way. I just wanted you to know why it will be a while before I don’t internally cringe at any praise from you…Can you please stop crying now? I seriously am not worth crying over.” He mumbled awkwardly.

Prince glared at him now, “Virgil Sanders, just stop it,” Roman warned with his inner Patton coming out. “You are too worth it. You will always be worth it, and from now on, it will be my life’s mission to make sure you know it! And if you ever truly need to be someone else for a while to cope, you now have full access to my costume room.” Roman, decided, producing a skeleton key for said closet that he forced into Virgil’s grasp. “Just please know how much you are loved,” he whispered.

Virgil stared at Princey wide-eyed as he blushed. Roman quickly followed suit as he realized what he just said, “By all of us, of course!” He clarified quickly, face the color of his sash as he covered it with is hands.

Virgil gave the prince one of his rare genuine smiles, and buried his face in Roman’s chest as he hugged him. “Thank you, Roman. Thank you…After hearing that….I think it will be easier now.”

Roman grinned as he hugged the dark prince back without hesitation. “Of course, Virgil. We really do love you,” he smiled, petting the other’s hair.

Virgil made a happy noise that honestly almost sounded like a happy kitten as they stayed like that for a while, taking in their new fragile alliance until Virge thought of something. “Hey, Roman?”

“Yes, dark prince?”

Virgil smiled at that one. “So you think I look better than you in this get up?”

Roman groaned. “We were having such a nice moment!” He exclaimed, back to his dramatics as Virgil cackled next to him. He smiled despite himself; he was just glad to see the other happy. ‘He truly is wonderful, and I will happily spend the rest of my life making sure he knows it every day.’

With this vow in place, Roman finally caved and joined Virgil in his laughter, mismatched clothes all but forgotten.

“Duchess!” Ernest called out as he walked through the dark forest, he knew he saw her head in that direction. “Cordelia! We need to get home girl!”

No answer came from the dark woods surrounding him. Ernest felt a slight chill come over him, this place was already weird at day, it was completely nerve wreking at night.

He fished out his phone, dailing the last number he called. “Sup?” Lucien asked as he answered the phone immediately, Ernest sometimes wonders if he has some kind of psychic ability that tells him when he’s calling ahead in time.

“I’m alone in a dark forest searching for my dog and probably will get lost.” He said and there is a small pause at the other end before Ernest could hear rustelling, “Where are you at?” Lucien asked and Ernest smiles, “You don’t need to look for me, I’m just calling to keep myself sane, also so people have a lead if I don’t come home tonight.” He meant the last part jokenly but it probably didn’t help that his voice was shaking. He really didn’t do well with scary stuff.

“It’s the one near the playground, right?” Lucien asked, Ernest could tell it was a losing fight. “Yeah, I- Shoot.”

“What?”

“I think I heared…crying.” Ernest whispered, and sure enough he heared it again, it was small sobing sounds and sniffs. Ernest felt his entire body revolt in terror.

“…you’re messing with me.” Lucien answered, he sounded uneasy, this whole situation probably freaked him out too"I wish I was.“ Ernest said truthfully, but the sobing got stronger, it sounded like a woman, or a child, Ernest couldn’t tell, but he had to sit through enough horror movies with Carmensita and Lucien to know where that was going.

Suddenly there was another sound, soft familiar wining sounds Ernest would recognize any day, “I hear Duchess! I think she is somewhere near where the crying is coming from.”

“Dude, are you insane?! Get out of there and call the police or something!” Lucien scolded him but Ernest ignored him. “Dude what if she’s hurt? I’m not leaving her hear with some horror movie thing going on! I’m hanging up!”

“Wha-?! Ernest-!”

He ended the call, using his phone as a flashlight as he navigated through the dark woods, the sobs were getting closer, getting louder, Ernest swallowed but continued walking, trying to listen for his dog. The more he walked the more it became clear to him that the sobs and Duchess small wines came from the same place.

Whatever it was that was lurking out there, it had his dog.

Ernest slowly got closer, approaching the sound, scared of what might be waiting for him. His heart was beating hard enough to hear, his palms were sweaty, causing his phone to almost drop several times. He felt the cold forest wind brush his face as the the branches moved with it, swinging almost threatingly at him, as if they wanted to grab him.

Ernest swallows hard, his throat was dry. He was so scared. He was so mean to his dad before he left to go on a walk with Duchess, what if that’s the last time he ever talked to him? He felt like crying himself now but knew that he couldn’t turn back now, Duchess was in danger.

He froze when he saw it.

A small hunched over figure was sitting one the ground, sobing and crying. Ernest could make out a mop of light hair burried within the figure’s arms. Ernest felt his air cut off as he stumbled backwards in pure fear.

Ernest stepped on a branch and the figures head snaped upwards, in his shock Ernest lost his footing, landing on his ass. He scrabled backwards as the moonlight broke through the cloudy sky, illuminating that part of the forest through the small holes in the tree crowns, Ernest took a deep breath as he stared in the figure’s face and realized…..

That said was a normal human child. One he knew even.

He locked eyes with the younger boy, staring at blood shot puffy blue eyes, as suddenly something rough and wet bruched over his face. “Duchess!” He exclaimed as the dog kissed his face affectionatly before trotting over to the small boy, letting him burry his face in her fur.

How the hell didn’t he see her earlier?

Ernest was breathing heavily as he came down from the adrenaline rush. He was still panting when he reached for his phone and dailed Lucien’s number again.

“What happened!? Are you okay?! Where are you?!” Was the immediate response he got. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I found Duchess.” He reasured the other teen, “Just. Can you tell your dad to call the Christiansens? I found their son.”

“You what?!”

“I found Chris, he was the one crying- Look, let me handle this, just let them know he’s alright and that I will bring him soon.” He said and after a short pause he heared Lucien sigh, “Okay, I-I will tell Dad to call Mary. Just…don’t scare me like that again.” Ernest felt his heart sink at the other’s tone, he must really have been worrying.

“I will call you when I get home, I promise.”

“If you aren’t home in an hour I will go and search for you!”

Ernest smiled, “Okay.” he said softly before ending the call, he felt warm, despite the cold night air.

He looked over to Chris and the warm feeling was gone. “Hey Hermano,” he said softly as he approached the 10 year old, “What are you doing out here? Are you lost? Did you hurt your leg?”

The other boy stared at him blankly, it didn’t have the desired effect with the tears still streaming down his face though. “Stop acting nice, it’s weird.” He said and Ernest chuckled, “Fair enough.” He said as he sat down next to Chris, petting the Duchess behind her ear on the spot she loved so much.

“Seriously though dude. What’s going on?” Chris hesitated a while longer, but eventually he started to speak. “We found out dad cheated. *Again*.” Ouch.
Ernest gave the boy a concerned look as he wrapped his arm around him.

Ernest knew about the rumors regarding Joseph’s yacht. It was one of the reasons why he dispised the guy, he knew stuff like this could rip families apart and ruine lives. Having children involved makes the whole thing just even worse.

“I think they will get a divorce this time.” Double ouch.

“And you came out here because you didn’t want them to see you cry?” Chris nods and Ernest squeezed his shoulder, this sounded a bit too familiar for him honestly.
“I ran away when my parents first talked about getting divorced too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you know that hollow tree near the field? I hid there for 8 hours until Lucien found me and dragged me home.” Ernest didn’t like that memory, the only good thing about it was him staying at Lucien’s over night.

“Did you cry too?” Chris looked smaller, almost ashamed.

Well that settled it. He was adopting him.

“I did. A lot actually.” He admitted, “Christie and Christian are probably crying too. Am I a bad big brother?” Okay, ouch, that was a heartbreaker.

“Of course you aren’t. Chris you are 10, stuff like this hurts, it’s normal to want to get away from it for a bit. That doesn’t mean you are a bad brother.” He reasured the younger boy. Chris stayed silent and Ernest fished out his phone again, telling Lucien it might take a bit longer.

“I don’t want them to get divorced.” Chris admitted shortly after, Ernest rubbed soothing circles onto his back. “I know hermano,” he sayed, carefully thinking about what he would say next, “Nobody wants for their parents to separate, but sometimes it’s the best option.”

“Why?”

“Because…sometimes they won’t ever really be happy otherwise.” He remembered how bad things were when they were still together, how little his dad smiled. Chris stared at him before leaning his head on his shoulder. “Is it my fault? Are they unhappy because I’m different?”


“No, no, of course not. Sometimes things just don’t work out between adults. That’s all.”

“Is dad a bad person?”

“I don’t know. Do you think he is?”

“He cheated.”

“Sometimes people do bad things, but that doesn’t make them bad people automatically.” Ernest looked back on the past couple of years. He knew a lot of the things he did weren’t okay and that a lot did hurt his dad.
Chris stared at him, clearly confused, “Sometimes you do these things because you are scared or you don’t think you have an alternative.”

Chris seemed to think his words over, “I don’t think he’s a bad person.” He admitted and Ernest smiled, “Then who am I to tell you otherwise? Come on, we should go home. Your parents are probably worried sick.”

“I can’t.”

“Chris, I promise-”

“I scraped my knee, I can’t walk.”

“Oh.”

He hunched down so the younger kid could climb on his back, “Okay, you’re driving Ernest express home then.” He declared as he readjusted the wight on his back. That actually earned him a chuckle, “Did I just make you laugh?”

“No.”

“Hm, could have fooled me.”

Duchess barked happily as she leaded their way home, “Ernest.” Chris said and the older boy paused. “You are weird, but in a good way.” Ernest felt a smile tug on his face as he hurried out of the woods, making sure to not shake Chris too hard. “Also thank you.”

“Anytime Hermano.”

Far, Far Away

Summary: To move on with your life after your break up with Yoongi, you had to get away from him mentally and physically. While Yoongi can’t get you off of his mind, he knew he needed you back but once he returns from tour to apologize, you were long gone.

Word Count: 4594

Song: Far Away (ft. Chris Richardson) - Tyga

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBIfffmQR-4

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

*Flashback*

You were both standing in the middle of your messy bedroom apartment, with red faces, heavy breathing, with the sound of heart strings getting pulled to their breaking point. You put a hand on your forehead and ran it through your hair and sighed heavily.

“So that’s it?” Yoongi picked his gaze up from the ground to finally look at you. The yelling, the screaming, the items that were being thrown it took a lot out of him. He was surprised to even hear a calm voice leave you right now. “You ignore me for a few days, apologize, then you come over and end things?”

“Y/N this isn’t working and we both know it.” You scoffed, licked your lips and turned your head to the side with a smile on your face and looked down at the ground with your hands on your hips.

“Could have fooled me Min Yoongi, I was definitely not expecting this.” You picked up a sweatshirt of his that was on the ground and walked over to him and slammed it to his chest while striding past him. He held the sweatshirt with both of his hands and followed you, like a lost puppy.

You opened up the front door and stood to the side. “Now get the fuck out of my house.” And Yoongi walked out, and the last thing he heard was a door slam and a picture frame falling to the ground.

That was it. He was out of your life. But why wasn’t the weight that he felt on his shoulders being lifted off? It wasn’t something he could worry about right now, he had other problems to focus on.

While you were on the inside of your apartment, your tough facade came tumbling down as you fell to your knees and the water droplets left your eyes.

Your world was tumbling down.

*End of flashback*


Walk a thousand miles

Just to see her (see her)


And he knew, as he was twirling around in his chair in his studio at late hours, why he wasn’t focused. He knew, that every time he stayed late, that exactly at 2:05am his mind would wander, and it would wander to you. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of you, to get you out of his thoughts, you always resurfaced.

And with time, he started doing it on purpose. He started staying late just so he could think about you. How he could hear your laugh perfectly in his mind, how your voice would be heard in his ears whenever he did something, it was like you were a ghost following him around - and he found joy in it.

“No.” Yoongi threw his pencil at the sheet of paper and laid back in his chair while adjusting his hat. Everything he wrote down, it somehow managed to be about you. He closed his eyes, and it was like a dream, like you were there, massaging his shoulders and telling him to take a break. And with that, he startled awake and turned around to make sure you weren’t actually there. But the door was opening, and the only person that came in was Namjoon.

With a yawn, he managed to say, “Yoongi we gotta go.”

“Joon, I’m almost done.” Namjoon rolled his eyes, and approached Yoongi to look over his shoulder at his work. He wasn’t surprised to see a song about love again.

“Going back to Y/N?” Yoongi just nodded, he couldn’t say no, Namjoon was right. He always went back to you, you were kind of his motivation right now.

“Yeah,” He stood from his chair and turned off the desk lamp. “It’s like she won’t leave my mind.” He pushed the chair in, and grabbed his wallet and notebook.

“That’s what love does.” Namjoon replied as they walked out of the studio and shut the door behind them. Silence fell over them for a bit, but not long until Namjoon spoke up again. “You’d still do anything for her wouldn’t you?”

And without a heartbeat Yoongi replied:

“I’d walk a thousand miles for her Joon.”

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 2

AN: It was decided on twitter that I would publish this today. I had a lot of fun writing it! Enjoy.

Words: 1299

Part One


You watch from a distance. You watch the sparing in the middle of the ring, and the groups of women that watch it only mildly interested. You move your feet ever so slightly, and the skirt of your dress makes a slight swishing sound. You miss your jeans.

    Opening your book you ignore the chatter around you, and try to focus on the words. It’s a bit difficult to understand, you know very little greek. Only the few phrases your mother had taught you through your life. Your grandmother had insisted on a more formal education.

    In the six months since you’d come to your new home, you’d been immersed in your studies. You’d learned greek, and the amazon’s history. You hadn’t however, made any friends.

    Despite your grandmother’s protests your mother's’ sisters avoided you. If you entered a room, then they left. It stung more than a little bit. As the fighting got louder, and as a result the cheers, you gave up on your book. Leaning back against the column you gave the fight your full attention.

    Artemis was someone who liked to win. She was strong and fierce, and she reminded you of your mother in that way. She also tended to be cruel at times. She showed no mercy, and even littler patience. You avoided her to the best of your ability.

    As she once again claimed victory you slipped away. Your rooms were near your grandmothers. On most nights she would join you in them, and tell you stories of the Amazons, and of your mother. Tonight however, she was dining with some of her sisters. You had been invited, and carefully rejected the offer.

    You collapse on your bed and watch the sun set. When the darkness envelops your room, you shred your dress, and make your way to the locked trunk on the other side of the room. You remove the key from around your neck and unlock it. You carefully remove the workout clothes you had brought from home, and slip them on.

    You take a moment to look at the other things in the truck. Other clothes, pictures, and important documents. You close the lid, before you let your mind wander into the past. Dressed and ready you slip from your room and into the surrounding woods.

    Your parents had never wanted you near the fighting. They had never wanted you to follow in their footsteps. But being a Wayne, being Batman and Wonder Woman’s daughter brought a special kind of danger to your life that could never be escaped.

    Your father had taught you how to move, how to escape and how to hide. Your brother had taught you how to fight. The lessons had been hard and unforgiving, but then again, everything Damian did was that way.

He’d always had sense for these kind of things, of what the future would hold. Unlike what most people thought, Damian was actually a very caring older brother. At least he had been to you. Something to do with blood relation.

All your brothers had spoiled you though. You’d been the baby. Their sister. The one who was never supposed to go through what they had. Yet here you were, running through the jungle on an Amazon island protected my magic.

You run until your legs go weak, and your lungs burn. You go until you just want to collapse. And you do right into the sand. It’ll be pain to wash out of your hair, and an even bigger pain to run back in. But you don’t care. The feel of the sand, and the sound of the waves brings you a bit of peace you hadn’t had earlier.

“You still cling to man’s world.”

You want to curse at the sound of the voice. Any peace you had achieved flies out the window as your body goes tense. You crack open and eye to stare at Artemis. She’s dressed in the same outfit she had been fighting in earlier. There’s still blood on it.

You let out a sigh, “They smell like home.”

“This is your home now.”

You stare up at the woman for a moment, before sitting up, “Could have fooled me.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“That you don’t want me here. That I come from man’s world, and I am a taint upon your precious Amazon blood.”

You see the fire rise in her eyes at the statement, “And who told you that, tell me and I will cut them down.”

You quirk an eyebrow in surprise, you had heard the statement in passing. You weren’t even sure who said it, and to be honest you didn’t care. You’d grown up being the target of every tabloid imaginable. You knew how to ignore things that weren’t true.

Standing up you brush the sand off the best you can before saying, “It doesn’t matter.”

She reaches out and grabs your shoulders, “It does matter you are our sister.”

You eye the hands on your shoulders, and you feel the first flare of anger, as you grip her wrist and twist. You pin her arm to her back, and you’re certain that you can only keep the hold for the few seconds you do, because she’s stunned. She quickly breaks it and turns to face you.

You circle each other for a minute before you both charge. What follows is a knock down, drag out fight. By the end of it you’re both lying on the sand panting. You’re bother battered and bruised, but you’re far worse off than she is. And the only thing you can think, is that you would have made Damian proud.

“You fight well young one.”

You turn your head, wincing as you do so to stare at the woman. She’s already sitting up, and she’s grinning.

You look back to the night sky, “My brother taught me how.”

“And what has happened to him.”

“I don’t know. That’s the worst part. I don’t know if my brothers are dead or alive. Or what’s happening to my friends. It’s the unknown that haunts you.”

Artemis stays quiet for a minute before saying, “I’m sorry that I can’t help you know.”

You laugh, and then groan, “I’m sorry for attacking you.”

“You have spirit little one.”

You smile at the woman, before turning back to the sky. The two of you stay there staring at the stars until the sun breaks through. You don’t talk to the woman for several days after. To be honest you kind of avoid her.

But Artemis is stubborn, and she tracks you down. You’re reading in a tree when that first arrow sores past your head, and embeds itself in the bark. You stare down at the crazy woman whose shot had drawn a fair amount of attention.

“Come little one, it is time for your lesson.”

You do your best to hide behind your book, until you feel the tree shake as she climbs up it. She sits on the branch in front of you and simply says, “You can not spend all your time in books. It would be a dishonor on your mother, and your brother who taught you.”

You continue to stare and she simply says, “You’re small, but you’re crafty. While a direct approach may not work well, a long distance one will. For that you will need a bow and arrow. May your aim be true.”

And between the seriousness of Artemis’ statement and thoughts of Oliver Queen and Roy Harper all you can do is laugh. Because you know your father is turning in his grave. And despite that you take hold of the bow and follow your sister through the now gathered crowd towards the practice field.

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Nervous laughter. Right so this one kind of got away from me. 

Title: Good Morning

Pairing: Jasper/David a lil but could also be platonic.

Genre: Angst (but not too bad)

Word Count: 3,183

Warnings: Cuss words but dude you watch camp camp so

Summary: above ^

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Something Worth Fighting For- 1

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice.

Words: 1303

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Originally posted by i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. -The Crow, 1994

Brooklyn. 1946.

The cemetery was a snow globe. Someone had wrapped it in their hands, blocking out all traces of sunlight behind the deep grey clouds, and shaken it. Snow swirled through the air, between the slender claws of the dead trees, and dragged across the faces of black, slick stones. The wind hissed in your ear, stung the exposed flesh between your hat and the collar of your jacket. Kissed the places that had not been touched by warm hands in nearly a year.

There was nothing special about the dull, grey rock in front of you. There was a name, etched into its face, that had been filled with snow which only served to make the letters stand out more. It was a formality more than anything, the headstone. There was no body to be buried, no casket to lower into the ground.

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