Historical Fanfic No One Asked For: Blue Coat Red Coat
Steve found his mark in the barn.
held his wounded belly, chest rising and falling. A wounded, wild animal. He
looked up at Steve with all the defiance a dying man could muster. Steve held
his bayonet at the ready. He should’ve shot. The man was a rebel, a traitor to
the king. But that look in those steel eyes– they spoke of desperation, of a
life suppressed and denied freedom.
Steve wasn’t daft. In those eyes, Steve saw himself, clear and free of England’s patriotism. He wore the colors of oppression, the symbol of a king who let others die in his stead, he grew up reciting prayers altered to fit a king angered by the Catholic Church. He was a lie, and all it took was that flash, unfiltered, raw and so very clear in the blue coat’s gaze. So Steve lowered his bayonet, dropped
to his knees and pulled out his bandages.
The man flinched away, but his throat betrayed him with mangled
whines of pain. He let Steve undo the buttons on his jacket and rip open his cotton shirt. The wound glistened in the barn. Orange flames from Steve’s
lantern painted the man’s chest in wild flashes of color. Steve pulled out a
flask of water, cleaning the wound. He’d need ale to prevent infection, but
Steve couldn’t move him like this.
“W-why? So you c-can take me prisoner? Torture me for
information?” The man spit in Steve’s face. “Fuck you.”
“No.” Steve wiped the saliva off his cheek. “Because fuck
the king. That’s why.”
The man’s eyes rounded, his sharp gaze was less wolf and more
human. His skin even warmed as he relaxed against the hay.
“Those’re traitor’s words,” he said before coughing. “You’re a captain.” He pointed to the gorget over Steve’s sternum.
“Yeah well, maybe I’ve seen enough people die for a man who’s
too scared to fight his own battles.”
The man tried to laugh, but it came out garbled and wet. He
rested his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. “Welcome to the rebellion, red
“What’s your name, blue coat?”
The man flashed a smile, his canines glinting in the lantern light.
With a wince, he sat up more, holding the bandages where Steve packed the
wound. “Get me outta here alive, and I’ll think about telling you.”
This was not the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. Literally. That was even the name comedy TV host Samantha Bee gave to her counter-programming for the official dinner: Not The White House Correspondents’ Dinner.
The crowd was treated to a special appearance by one of the country’s best-known presidential impersonations, even if it was from a bygone era. Read more. (4/29/17, 8:16 PM)
—One of these nights 💔touken&blackreaper headcanon
summary:Months after turning into the Black Reaper, Kaneki makes Touka a phone call.
I think I’m gonna keep doing this for a while now, “mini fics” for certain headcanons that I don’t feel like writing as a 3,000(or more) word fic due to many reasons (lack of inspiration, the plot not being strong enough for a long fic, things I wanna keep short..) all of these mini fics (that will reach their limit with 1,000 words approx..) will end with “headcanon” at the end of the title… you can read the rest of these headcanons // mini fics series here, and I will add the link on my fics page as well. These headcanons will have a very poor and light writing, so don’t expect the greatest prose of all—hence the whole point of being just a headcanon, haha. You can also request headcanons/mini fics for me to write this way, it’s way easier and faster(&less frustrating) than writing a whole one-shot :’) remember, these are not full fics like most of my writings, so there might be some writing differences!
enjoy this little thing!
It’s been months since Haise went to :re.
Actually, almost a year.
Yes, Touka kept the count. It would have been embarrassing to admit it years ago when she was still a teenager, when proud was like a shield that would protect her lonely and wrinkled heart from people obsessed with abandon her. But she’s not proud anymore, and her arms feel way too tired to keep holding the shield against her chest when her heart has been already torn apart so many times. She has lost so much already, that sometimes she feels that there’s nothing else to lose anymore. So it won’t matter… it won’t matter.
She counts the days, the minutes, the hours, as she feels Yomo’s gaze upon her back, parting his lips to say something (something that she fears it may sound like “he’s not coming back”) but quickly shouting them again, not finding the courage to speak. She stares behind the window, waiting for something, always waiting for something… but nothing appears.
Last time Haise visited :re, he decided that he would be a bold guy. Girls like bold guys, and if he really wanted for that pretty waitress to set his eyes on him and actually see him, instead of seeing something else (he had that vague impression sometimes), he decided to give a small but decided first step. When she turned around towards the counter after delivering him his coffee, he took a paper and a pen and with shaky hands he wrote a simple but important question.
Full Galra AU - Keith grows up in the Galra empire and becomes a fighter pilot.
Lance crash-lands on a remote planet with the Galra fighter pilot he was chasing. The jerk has the NERVE to cuff him and try to bring him back to Zarkon, but Lance turns the tables while he’s distracted. Ha, what a loser. Lance is gonna drag him back to the castle and gloat.