floating crane

5

“Bromance–It’s all about the friendship!”

–Janalyn Robnett

2

“I would like to try an experiment.”

You stared at this new doctor sitting across the table from you, vaguely curious. “Go ahead,” you replied with a shrug.

“Would you like to see my mask?”

You gave another shrug. “Whatever floats your boat.”

Dr. Crane nodded and pulled out a small aerosol container, spraying you with it. You moved your head back, raising an eyebrow as you waved it away from your eyes. When your vision cleared, he was wearing an ugly-looking mask. Instead of feeling fear, like a normal person might, you just stared at him.

“I assume something was supposed to happen then?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Dr. Crane slowly pulled off his mask and scrutinized you, head cocked to the side. “Curious,” he mused, more to himself than to you. “No reaction whatsoever.”

“Are you going to tell me what that stuff was?”

“A fear toxin of my own making,” he replied as he smoothed his hair and tucked the mask away again. “A normal person would be screaming right now.”

You rapped your knuckles against your skull, “Sorry, doc, but whatever my file says is true. I don’t feel fear. Some sort of rare genetic condition.”

He nodded, “I was aware of your file, though I wished to see for myself. I must say that your condition is… intriguing. I would like to study it more, if given the chance.”

“Go right on ahead.”

Gif Credit: Jonathan

Marlene McKinnon

Give me Marlene who uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism.  It’s how she is, how she grew up.

Give me Marlene who is fiercely protective of her friends- she will jump the gun even more than Lily in helping one of them whose in need.

Who loves Charms and oragami, using both to decorate the Dorm, Dorcas had to hide all the new parchment that Marlene would buy to stop the floating frogs and cranes that flew about the dorm.

Who cares for Sirius Black despite knowing it won’t work out- the war is raging, she doesn’t really know how to love someone properly, but she just can’t leave him be

Give me Marlene who protects her friends before herself.  It may come from the idea that she’d pureblood, and she sees it in a way that she’s invincible, it’s something she has to do because Lily will punch Malfoy without an exit strategy

Marlene who doesn’t really like physical contact but when Lily finally ends her friendship with Severus, Marlene hugs Lily and won’t let go

Marlene who actually does like cockroach clusters, its the crunch

She loves quidditch.  Too much.

There’s an awkward age gap with her siblings, she’s kind of the loner middle child isolated from everyone, but she’ll put them first when she needs to

Give me Marlene who tried to screw James’ head on straight- she knew he could be a good person, but she knew if he didn’t change he would be just as toxic to Lily as Snape

I don’t know why I love Marlene McKinnon, but I do.  She is my head canon marauder era gal.  Not sorry.

Lightning Love

Day Four of Klaroline AU Week. Timeshift! 


Niklaus watched his big brother worriedly as he lifted his head and sniffed the air,

“The sun was out mere seconds ago.” he points out weakly, giving only the quickest glance upwards as if not gazing too long at the sky would change the future.

There was no such luck.

What had begun as a warm spring day had turned overcast so quickly, the brothers couldn’t even figure out where the dark clouds had come from. 

A wind is picking up now, rustling through the trees and sweeping at their clothes with such strength that they find themselves stepping backwards and planting themselves more assuredly on the ground.

“There is a storm coming, Niklaus,” Finn determines, looking at him apologetically, “We had best be home when it hits." 

Niklaus hated storms. 

Storms meant that the family would all be stuck at home. 

Storms meant that he would be stuck in the house with Mikael, who would find fault with him and then…

His shoulders already slouch, trying to make himself smaller in the hope that he would go unnoticed by his father, who would already be in the foulest mood that the day had been ruined. 

"It is not too cold,” he protests, even as the goosebumps climb up his arms and he begins to shake, “Perhaps I could find shelter in the woods?”

Finn shakes his head and clasps a hand on his back,

“Mother would worry which would make father even angrier,” he says, 

“Come.”

Niklaus cannot disobey his brother but when the thunder rolls across the sky, he turns around to watch the lightening, his heart racing with primal pleasure as it lights up the steel grey clouds.  

Finn is calling him, urging him to follow quickly but Niklaus does not heed him, there is something strange about this storm, something…other. 

Another rumble of thunder, another clash of lightening and another and another. 

Too many, too close together. 

He had never seen such a happening and finds his feet moving towards the ground where the lightening is continuously striking.

His hair is raised, his skin is tingling and his heart is pounding as he nears the quarry, his older brother forgotten as the ground seems to shake beneath his feet, dirt and stones dancing around his boots.

Another strike of lightening on the waterfall and sparks run up and down the water, lost in the foam on the surface which shines like Ayana’s white crystals and he wants to scoop the water into his hands and hold the lightening in his palm.

A roar of thunder, the loudest lightening strike he’s ever heard and Niklaus’ eyes are pulled skyward, watching as the cloud goes blindingly white and then a flash of something out of place.

He blinks hard, rubs his eyes and looks again to the cloud only to find it disappearing, drifting away with its fellows, he looks around for the strange thing he had spotted and catches it again, falling.

Falling straight into the middle of the quarry.

It lands with an enormous splash, causing large waves to race to the shore and he finds the water reaching his ankles, pulling him down into the sand.

“Niklaus,” Finn is behind him, “Come!”

He ignores him once more, “What do you think it was?” he asks, even as he begins pulling off his clothes, his curiosity outweighing his fear.

“I do not know,” his brother answers, “I do not want you to go near it.”

Niklaus kicks off his boots and removes his pants, tossing them onto the bank so that they would not get wet, “I only wish to look,” he says innocently,

“Besides the storm is clearing up, so we need not hurry home.”

It was true, even as they spoke the day was growing lighter and lighter, the sun was just beginning to peak through the last clouds as he dove beneath the surface of the quarry, the water freezing against his skin and he wants immediately to come up for air, still, he swims determinedly towards where the strangeness had landed.

He catches a glimpse of gold and blinks, thinking it was the sunlight filtering into the underwater world of blues, greens and murky blacks before he gets nearer and sees that it is not the sun.

It is a woman.

He stops, moving himself into an upright position and paddling his feet while contemplating what is in front of him.

A woman.

Wrapped in gold.

Her arms stretched towards the sky, her hair floating around her face and he thinks she must be a mermaid before he sees that she has feet.

Cautiously, he floats towards her, craning his head to get a better look, he sees that there are bubbles coming from her nose and her eyes are closed, with only a little fear, he reaches out with his middle finger and touches her bare arm, pulling his hand back and ready to flee if she should prove to be a monster.

Yet she does not respond and he suspects that she might be drowning.

His own chest is starting to ache for air and he desperately wants to breathe in, therefore, he makes an impulsive decision and reaches for the woman’s shoulders just as she sinks past his knees, kicking determinedly until they break the surface.

Gasping, he tilts his head back and takes in deep breaths, feeling dizzy and his ears pounding as he slowly struggles to make it to shore.

There’s several splashes around him and strong hands grip him, lifting both him and the woman up and dragging them until he finds his back against the earth and his brother is leaning over him.

Not his brother Finn, his brother Elijah.

He opens his mouth to speak but coughs, choking on water and he leans onto his side to vomit onto the ground.

Voices reach his ears and he is slowly eased into a sitting position, able to see that the quarry is now filled with people, his family and several villagers, Mikael in the midst of the fray.

He is tucked into a soft embrace and recognizes the scent of his sister, 

“How did you arrive so quickly?” he asks in confusion, watching the woman for as long as possible until she is blocked from sight by people.

Rebekah sniffs and something warm and wet drops onto his scalp, tears, his sister is crying.

“Little brother,” Elijah kneels beside him, reaching over to clasp his shoulder, 

“Finn came running to the village when you failed to emerge from the water, we searched for you tirelessly, how are you not dead?”

Dead?

He chuckles at his siblings needless worry, 

“I was in the water for a few moments,” he assures them, “Barely long enough to wash.”

Elijah falls back onto his heels and frowns, fear clear in his eyes and Niklaus wants to laugh when a ray of sunlight lands across the ground in front of him and he notes the colour.

Red.

Bright red.

His eyes are once again drawn to the sky and terror races through him.
It had been morning when he had dove into the quarry.

How was it that the sun was now setting?

His name is shouted and he is lifted carefully to his feet by Rebekah and Elijah, his knees buckling and he has to lean against them for strength as his mother appears from the forest path, running with her hair streaming behind her and she does not stop until she collides with him, nearly knocking the four of them to the ground as she wraps her arms tightly around him, smothering him with kisses.

“My dear boy, my Niklaus,” she sobs, “Ayana and I must have cast a dozen spells to find you, yet we could not and feared the worst, are you hurt?”

He goes to shake his head and finds that he is exhausted,

“I am tired,” he admits, “And I do not understand what has happened.”

“Esther!”

Mikael stomps over, gives Niklaus a momentary glance before turning to his wife, “Look at what Elijah pulled from the quarry.”

“I pulled her from the quarry,” Niklaus speaks up eagerly,

“I saw her fall from the sky.”

Mikael scoffs and lifts his hand as if to hit him, “Do not be stupid, boy.”

“Father,” Finn had followed him back to his siblings,

“I saw the same happening that Niklaus did, in the midst of the storm, she came from the thunder and lightening,” he turns to their mother, 

“What is she?”

Esther touches Mikael’s arm,

“Send one of the men back to collect Ayana,” she entreats him,

“For perhaps she will know”

With great effort, Niklaus stands on his own two feet and staggers towards the crowd, huddled around the woman. They part to make way for him, whispering suspiciously as he drops to his knees and sees her with clear eyes.

She is beautiful.

Golden hair, pale skin and a beautiful face, her skin is unblemished and her hands are softer than any he has ever seen on a woman grown. She is adorned in gold, yet it must be her shift as it exposed so much of her skin, a necklace of gold around her neck and gold on her ears.

“Is she a fae?” Rebekah asks, worriedly from his shoulder and he shakes his head,

“I think she might be a goddess.”  

He reaches out to touch her, to determine she is alive, when one of the village woman clicks her tongue disapprovingly and he yanks his hand backwards.

“We are here,” Kol announces as he walks into the clearing with Ayana and the villager who had led them. Ayana has a peculiar expression on her face and Niklaus tilts his head in confusion as she approaches.

Yet when Ayana sets her foot at the head of the woman, she wakes with a strangled gasp. Her eyes- blue as Ayana’s special stones- go wide as she hurls into a sitting position and coughs twice before drawing in air.

There is no water in her chest, as there had been in his, therefore, Niklaus is pondering whether or not he had been wrong and she was a mermaid before her face is turned to his and she blinks twice,    

“Klaus?!”
 

I heard you say that you know when the time is right. That stars align and the planets unite to configure a large envelope sealing us in. That together we could lie on the fiery lawn and watch our legs blaze in the agony that is prickly grass. Prickly glass you said was a metaphor. You said because we all lie on prickly grass love never works and let’s just return to humming our sad malicious tunes. Together we could fold our fingers into origami cranes and float against the marshed waters of your so called time. Everything was relative and impractical and perpendicular to the world you said was mine. Keep writing you said. Write down your dark feelings because dark is a relative idea and black is really blue and purple and the color of your face when I hit you at night. And remember you said that life is a beautiful thing and the craters lining the moon also caress your face and the answers to the questions you ask. Let us drink cold lemonade and poorly made pretzels while synchronizing how to pull off our shoes and shirts at the same time. Let everything be a puzzle you told me. A puzzle you make and solve based on your own accord. Everything is relative you said. Let us walk by the cemetery because remembering is important and I am there and she is there and you will be there. And together we can sing our joyous songs against a tv backdrop and be together forever. But forever is relative you said so we only stay for forever until forever is over and forever can be over whenever you say and things are always over and ending. Let us spray garden hoses on each other and maybe laugh a little louder to disrupt the neighbors because they too are relative and leaving soon. And our relationship was relatively over but that meant it was relatively still going on and so sitting at picnic benches became our favorite past time. Deep fried pickles and cheese burgers were tastier than strawberry shortcake so I stayed away from the relative idea of your face. But I always ended up right next to your face. Let us swing high above sand pits and baseball fields to a sky where you say we all intertwine. Where if I look in the sky I can see the stars align but more importantly you said I could see you. So I look in the sky every night and every night you’re there and things seem relatively good. But the problem with relatively good is that things are also relatively bad and relative will always be all that you are. And so I lie on the prickly grass and wait for you to walk past and I relatively don’t care if you do or you don’t. But again it’s all relative and I was never very good at that.
—  Bay-of-roses.tumblr.com
You’re My Christmas

Original Request: (From the loveliest anon)  Ok but reader’s S/O (Steve?!) is away on a mission near Christmas and when they get back on Christmas Eve reader is sitting by the tree and like “I’m your Christmas gift” or something?? Fluff?

A/N: Okay, so I changed it up a little bit from your request, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1619

Warnings: angst

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-December 21st-

“We shouldn’t be gone more than a few days.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s just a regular recon mission. Simple and easy.”

“Alright. You better be back before Christmas, Rogers.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I love you too.” He chuckles, kisses me quickly and jogs off to the quinjet.

Before the door closes up he turns around and waves. I wave back as the quinjet takes off and flies away. As it disappears among the many buildings of New York I sigh and walk back to the lounge area in the tower. Wanda, having been asked to stay behind, is laying on the chaise moving an origami crane through the air.

“Do not worry,” She says quietly. “They will be fine.”

“That doesn’t stop me from worrying. I hate not being out on missions with him. I always feel like this mission, or the next, could be his last,” I say, plopping down on the ottoman next to the chaise. “He always says the same things too. “Shouldn’t be more than a few days” and “It’s just a regular, routine mission.” I know he’s only trying to make me feel better, but it just makes me more scared for him.”

“They are very well trained. They will be safe,” She lets the crane float down into the palm of her hand before turning to look at me. “You have to trust their training. He will be back, and he will be in one piece.”

“I hope so…”

-December 24th-

“Wanda!” I yell down the hall.

“Yes?”

“They should be back by now.” I shuffle from the apartment sized room I share with Steve to her room.

“When they called yesterday they said everything was fine. Quit worrying, you are giving me a headache.”

“Right, sorry.” But I can’t stop worrying, so I just start pacing the room. Wanda watches me, slightly annoyed.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), Mr. Rogers is on the line for you.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s breaks through the momentary silence. Her words stop me mid stride.

“Video or phone?”

“Phone, ma’am.”

Wanda hands me the phone and removes herself from the room, probably to escape whatever would come of the conversation. After a few moments I finally answer the call, lifting the phone to my ear.

“Steve?”

(Y/N). Hey. He sounds very tired.

“Are you okay?”

I’m fine, don’t worry.

“Stop trying to make me feel better. You know it’s just gonna make me worry more.” I say quietly. “Are you guys coming home?”

He doesn’t answer and I feel my heart stop momentarily.

“Steve, just tell me.”

We’ve been… Held up.

“Steve, please just tell me.”

The people we were running surveillance on caught wind of us. We had to go incognito, and we won’t be back for a little while.

“Okay,” I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I’m trying to keep my voice from cracking. It’s irrational, but I’m scared for him. “Just come back safe okay? I love you.”

I love you too. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can. He heard it in my voice. I can tell.

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

I won’t.

“Good.”

I can’t stay on the line much longer.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to hero-ing then.” I laugh lightly at my horrible joke. Steve chuckles in response.

Okay. I’ll see you when I get back, alright?

“Alright.”

I love you, (Y/N).

“I love you too, Steve.”

The line goes dead. I sit on the floor clutching the phone in my hands. I slowly realize that there’s nothing I can do to help them. Nothing I can do to help him. I pull my knees towards my chest, resting my elbows on them and tap the corner of the phone against my forehead in an attempt to calm my nerves. When that doesn’t work I shove myself to me feet and, after putting the phone back on the stand, head back to my own room.

Tony had conceded and allowed Steve and I to have our own tree in our room. Sitting on the couch, I stare at the hundreds of small LED lights strung around it, their twinkling reflections sending little beams of light throughout the room. It’s really beautiful. It’s supposed to be our first Christmas together, and now I’m scared it’ll never come. Why am I so nervous? I’ve never been this angsty before in my life, so what’s changed? Steve’s a grown man, not to mention a super soldier. I should be able to trust that he’ll be able to take care of himself, and on some level I do, but why don’t I trust his abilities fully?

Unable to take sitting still any longer, I stand from my place on the couch and start pacing the room, hoping some movement will distract me. It worked, but only for a short time. After about fifteen minutes of pacing I leave the room and  head to the lab to finish up some post-op and post experiment paperwork that I’ve been neglecting for some time. Before actually going to the lab I stop in the kitchen to grab some food and water before going to work.

As I’m leaving the kitchen I practically run into Wanda. She pauses for a moment, seemingly wary of me.

“Are you done with your melt down now?” She asks slowly.

“Yes.” I sigh, looking down at the bag of chips and the water in my hands and then back to Wanda. “I’m just going to go up to the lab to get some paperwork done while I wait for them to get back.”

“Alright.” She nods. “They will be back soon. I promise.”

I nod, and the two of us part ways. She heads to her room and I go to the lab.

The lab is dark and completely silent. Even after turning on the lights, it feels strange to be here without Bruce and Tony snarking at each other. I shove the thought aside and plop down and my work table, set my “snack” down and survey the many manila folders piled up on the surface of my work space. Sighing, I open up the first file and then the corresponding work on the screen to my right, I begin moving data from one file to the next and reporting the findings of various experiments and tests. I switch between mission reports and lab documents for a good four hours.

At some point I fall asleep, forehead resting my folded arms that are on the table. I managed to get about two hours of sleep despite the extremely uncomfortable position. When I wake up I find that someone placed a blanket over my shoulders. I take it as a sign that I should get some actual sleep, so I return to my room and curl up on the bed, almost immediately passing out when my head hits the pillow.

-December 25th-

Somehow I managed to sleep through the regular alarm and I got nearly twelve hours of sleep. I wake to a still empty bed. Some part of me had hoped that Steve would have come home and climbed into bed with me at some point during the night. Sadly, that didn’t happen.

I go about the daily routine. Work, eat, drink, and then work again. By 6:00pm they still haven’t returned. I start to worry again, but I try to keep it from getting the best of me. Instead I take to reading on the couch. About halfway through the book I doze off.

The sound of the door opening and clicking closed rouses me from my sleep. When I open my eyes I’m greeted by the immediately blindingly bright LED lights on the tree. I sit up, groggy and confused. I hadn’t turned on the lights today.

“Steve?” I whisper, looking around. I find him by the closet, changing out of his uniform. He turns to look at me and his features immediately soften.

“Hey,” He tugs his shirt over his head, quickly strides over to the couch and sits beside me. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I reach up, cup his face in my hands and smile at him. “You’re home.”

“That I am.” He smiles back and presses his lips to my forehead in a quick kiss. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have gotten here sooner. I kind of ruined our first Christmas together didn’t I?”

“Of course not, Steve.”

“Really?” He asks, his eyes widening. “I missed nearly the entire holiday, and I haven’t ruined it?”

“No, Steve, you haven’t ruined Christmas.” I stand from my seat on the couch, and kneeling by the tree I remove one of the bows stuck to one of the gifts.

“What are you doing?” He asks. I just hold out my hand to him. He takes it and I pull him up to stand in front of me.

“You didn’t ruin Christmas because…” I slap the bow on his chest before continuing. “You are my Christmas.”

“What?” He grips my hand slightly tighter.

“Well,” I wrap my arms around his waist. “You were the only thing I needed this holiday. You’re here, and that’s all that matters.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, stooping down to make easier eye contact with me, resting his hands on my hips.

“Of course I am.”

“Well then Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” He says, grinning at me.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.” I stand on tip toes so I can press my lips to his and he kisses back gently.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too, Steve.”

Paper Cranes

Reader x draco malfoy where the reader is getting picked on by 2 guys and draco steps in and scares them off. He comforts the reader and it ends in fluff?

(This sucks a little. But I hope you like it!)

Flicking my wrist, I watched as different folded cranes floated in the air. There was silence around me since it was a weekend and people are doing what they want. For me, that was relaxing in the field near the lake.

Then my cranes fell to the ground. I watched them confused. Then I heard snickers behind me. I sighed and turned around to see some students in my year: Andrew and Felix. 

“What do you want?” I asked them. They smirked. 

“Just came to see our favourite little halfblood.” Felix sneered. I raised my wand ready to deflect any jinxes they would come my way. Except Andrew flicked his wand and my wand went flying. Felix managed to catch it. 

“Listen, just leave me alone. Okay?” I asked. “Just give me my wand." 

"No.” Andrew flicked his wand and I felt my feet leave the ground. I yelped and tried reaching for the ground when I was turned upside down. Thank goodness for jeans. 

“Put me down!” I demanded. 

“Aww, poor little (Y/N).” Andrew laughed. 

“Put me down!” I yelled. 

“No.” Andrew laughed. 

“Put (Y/N) down.” Someone said. I looked past the two boys to see Draco Malfoy. 

“And what are you going to do about it?” Felix asked. Draco shouted something and both boys flew off their feet. Then I fell onto the ground on my front. 

I felt someone take my arm and pull me to my feet. I looked up to see Draco. 

“Thanks.” I muttered brushing grass off my arms and legs. 

“Did they hurt you?” He asked me. 

“No, I’m fine. My pride’s a little hurt.” I admitted. A small smile formed on his face. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Here’s your wand.” He passed me my wand which I took gratefully. 

“Again, thanks.”

“I saw those cranes. They’re impressive.” Draco smiled. I smiled back and waved my wand. The little cranes floated into the air. I took a seat on the floor and Draco followed. He leaned back on his elbows as we watched the little paper cranes. 

“How did you make them?” Draco asked. I reached into my bag and pulled out some paper. 

“Like this,” I folded it and let him take the paper crane. “My mum is a muggle. She taught me how to make these.” I explained. He pulled out his wand and used the same charm I used to make them fly. His little crane flew towards all mine. 

“This is wonderful.” He laughed sitting up straight. I laughed at his amusement. Draco turned to face me and I smiled. Then he pressed his lips to mine. 

“I- I am sorry.” He stuttered pulling away. I bit my lip and looked at my feet. Blush crept to my face and I looked over at him. 

“Uh, it’s okay. Your crane is falling.” I laughed pointing to his crane. He laughed and looked at it. While he was focused on it, I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. 

Lee Kun Hee

Mad respect to the CEO of Samsung. Right as he returned from his 90 day business trip, Lee orders at airport to partially halt Samsung heavy industries from operation to send floating crane to help lift ferry ship; halting can cause loss in profit of $90 million dollars.  This is also the same man who offered to get S.Korea out of bankrupcy during IMF in the 1990s, literally by buying the nation. At the time, South Korea had no choice but to refuse because the government didn’t want Samsung to get too powerful to run a entire nation; were afraid the conglomerate would jeopardize the nation’s democratic principles. It’s always nice to have someone who always has your back.