headcanon: the evil queen watches over king henry in the wish realm. he is hell bent on vengeance against her, but she evades his traps and instead makes sure he is safe throughout his life. when his carriage nearly falls over a ravine, she saves it with magic. when a neighbouring kingdom challenges his leadership, henry finds the leaders suddenly compliant the next day. good fortune follows him around. the evil queen becomes his guardian angel, protecting him from afar. she can’t be his mother, but at least she’ll make sure he lives the best possible life.
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(So… I didn’t intend to post anything else tonight, but I just wrote this and… I have to. I literally do not have enough self control to wait and post it tomorrow morning, so HERE WE GO)
“They brought Wilford back.” Host gnaws on his bottom lip and
leans his forehead against the cell door.
Dark takes a deep breath and sighs. “And you returned Mark’s
memories, saving the day. Come now, Host. You should feel good about yourself. After all, you did the right thing.”
Host tastes blood and keeps biting harder until, “I didn’t
“Come again?” Dark leans forward, relishing this moment.
“I didn’t give his memories back!” The Host turns away from
Dark and feels his shoulders hunch forward in shame. He can’t believe what he’s
done. He lied to Amy, right to her face. He made her cry. She was heartbroken.
It’s like he wasn’t even controlling what he was saying…
Dark leans back again, puffing out his chest and smiling. “Oh,
Host, Host, Host. What have you done?”
The Host flinches. Those were the same words Dark had begun
with when he’d tortured him for information about Amy, for going against Dark’s
explicit orders not to befriend her. The Host had disobeyed Dark, and he’d
known it. Amy made him feel special and loved, and it had blinded him.
“I don’t know what to do, Dark,” Host whimpers, clutching
the cell’s bars like he’s holding onto a lifeline.
The other Ego’s gray aura reaches out for Host. “You know
what you have to do. You just need to let me in…”
“No!” Host shakes off the aura and sneers. “I can go back. I
can tell Amy I was wrong, that I can switch the memories back!”
Dark chuckles. “And then she’ll know you lied to her. You’ll
break her trust, Host, and then she’ll leave you just the same.” Dark clicks
his tongue a few times. “You’re going to need a better plan than that.”
Host feels himself begin to panic. He can’t keep his
thoughts straight anymore. He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be listening to Dark
and his pretty words. They’re messing with his mind. “I-I could make you do it.”
Dark nods like he’s listening to the foolish plans of a
child, “You could, but then you’d lose everything. You’d lose Amy and your
newfound control over the others…”
“I-I don’t control them,” Host argues weakly.
“Who convinced them to work together to bring Wilford back?
Who gained their trust and their loyalty with one glittering speech about
sticking together and the power of friendship,” Dark teases. “That was you, Host.
They’re willing to follow your ever word now. How does that feel? How does it
feel to have that power again? It’s been quite a long time…” Dark tries once more,
reaching out with his aura for the Host’s trembling frame.
“H-how do you know about that?” Host wracks his mind. Dark
couldn’t have known about the meeting, but who would’ve told him?
“Just let me in again, Host. Let me help you, and I can give
you everything you want,” Dark practically sings to him.
Host’s breath catches in his throat. “N-no,” but his
confidence is wavering.
“You can’t do it alone,” Dark croons. “You need me.” The gray aura wraps around
Host like a boa constrictor encircling its prey.
The Host gasps, turning around to find Bim Trimmer standing
just outside the elevator. He hadn’t heard him come in. The Host straightens
his trench coat self-consciously and smiles. “What is it, Bim?”
Bim takes a nervous step forward. “I-um… What are you doing
Host folds his hands together behind his back carefully. “That’s
not important. What are you doing down here, Bim?”
Bim seems to suddenly remember his purpose, and he rushes
forward. “Host, I’ve been practicing my mind-bending abilities lately, really
working hard at it, and I think that maybe I could try to give Mark his
memories back!” He looks so excited, so eager. This could be the answer, Host
No, the voice isn’t
real. It’s in Host’s head, echoing and ringing and laughing all at once. No, Host. Tell him he can’t. He isn’t
powerful enough yet.
“No,” Host hears himself saying, “you aren’t powerful enough
yet, Bim.” Tell him that he just has to
trust you. That you know what’s best. Tell him… cooperation is key.
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The reader is away for Memorial Day weekend and Bucky misses her.
Note: I haven’t done much creative writing in a while, so any constructive feedback is appreciated! Happy
(belated) Memorial Day!
Want another beer?” Tony asked, gesturing to the open fridge. Bucky shook his
head and waved his hand. “No thanks, I’m good.” Tony shrugged, muttering a
“Suit yourself” as he opened another can and took a swig as he strolled out of
the kitchen. Bucky let out a sigh once he had gone, his fingers gently grasping
the now empty beer can on the table in front of him. He knew it shouldn’t
bother him so much, it being only a few days since she left, but he missed her.
Where Harry Hart did not die, but was in fact de-aged by the bullet and comes back into Eggsy’s life as an adorable 23 year old man who turns out to be reckless, an absolute flirt, and–to Merlin’s utter chagrin–the epitome of being a little shit.
A sickening twang! of
metal on metal cuts through the air, and Amy looks up to see Oliver standing
between her and Wilford, taking the bullet at point blank range. The droid
sparks and sputters as the other Googles rush to detain Wilford who has gone
catatonic. Oliver drops to his knees, and Amy rushes to catch him.
“Oli, no no no.” Amy can’t believe one more person is hurt
because of her.
The yellow of Oliver’s eyes flickers, and the droid coughs,
oil leaking from the hole in his chest. “I-it’s o-o-okay, Am-my.”
Green crouches beside Amy, assessing the damage done. “It’s
reparable, but we’ve got to get him back quickly.”
Ed and Green carry Oliver back to the truck, one of the
droid’s arms slung over each of their shoulders, while Google pins Wilford to
the ground. “Google, the blood… is it his?”
The droid’s blue eyes flicker over Wilford’s frame. “There’s
no way of telling at this point. We’ll take him to the Doctor and let him
determine Wilford’s state.”
Silver moonlight glints off the gun, tossed to the side when
the Googles tackled Wilford, and Amy reaches over to pick it up. When she does,
Wilford seems to come back to himself. “Amy? What happened?”
Amy quickly hides the gun behind her back. “Wilford, you’re
alright?” It comes out as more of a question than she intended.
Will’s eyes bulge like he’s just starting to remember where
he is and what’s been going on. Then there’s a flash, a sudden change, and he’s
unresponsive all over again. Google pulls Wilford to his feet, and he and Amy
walk the bloody Ego back to the truck. “He goes in the back,” Ed demands, not
wanting to get stains all over the upholstery. They’ve already got Oliver laid
out across the back seat with a towel pressed to his chest.
“You sit with Oliver,” Google suggests to Amy. “I’ll stay in
the back with Wilford and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself… or anyone else.” Though
Amy hates to leave Warfstache in such a state, there’s no one she trusts more
to be able to handle him than Google.
“Thank you, Googs,” she whispers with a quick kiss on his
cheek before she hops into the back, placing Oliver’s head gently in her lap.
The droids exchange a glance that Amy can’t read before Google hauls himself
and Wilford into the bed of the truck.
Ed guns it in the direction of Ego Inc. as Amy stares out
the window at the canopy of stars.
The Host leans his head against the bars of Dark’s cell and
smiles. “You’re going to lose. I’ve just received word from the others that
they’ve found Wilford and they’re bringing him back now.”
“Yes, and you’ll be able to return Mark’s memories and save
the day.” Dark inclines his head toward the Host. “You know what that means,
It’s not the reply that the Host was expecting. He’d come
down here to throw his victory in Dark’s face, not have the double-crossing Ego
toss it back like a dirty rag. “What do you mean?” Host asks in a gravelly
tone, his voice still minutely strained from having Dark’s hands clamped around
“Don’t you get it? With me out of the way, Wilford will take
control of the entire operation. It’ll be his hands you’ll be placing your life
in, not to mention the others’ lives as well.” Dark shakes his head with a
pained expression on his face, as though he pities the Host. Dark has never
pitied anyone or anything in his life. “He is the most powerful of you all, I’ll
give him that. But Warfstache is careless and sloppy. He won’t be able to
handle the power.”
The Host thinks back to the mess of Markiplier TV, Wilford’s
project to gain the Egos more control over the channel. It had gotten the
fandom hopping, but his efforts were misguided. He was more interested in
promoting himself than the Egos as a whole.
“And,” Dark continues, “once you return Mark’s memories, he’ll
very likely take Amy away from here. I can’t imagine he’d want her to come back
after all that’s happened.”
The Host’s temper flares. “You mean after what you did to
“After what you let me
do to her,” Dark spits back. “Any one of you could’ve stopped me if you’d had
the spine. But you didn’t have one then
and you don’t now. You’re going to let Wilford
Warfstache ruin all the progress we’ve made towards securing all of our
futures, and you’re going to let that idiot Mark take Amy away from you. How pathetic can you possibly be?”
Dark composes himself once again and shrugs. “Fine, you’ve always been good at
playing the doormat, so keep up the good work, Hosty.”
The Host flinches. His hand comes up to tug at his bandages,
a nervous tick he thought he’d dropped when Amy showed him he had nothing to
be ashamed of. In his nervousness and deep thought, the Host begins to
“Dark is wrong about the Host. The Host is more powerful
than any of the others know. He just doesn’t flaunt it like Dark or Wilford or
even Bim, who’d do anything to impress. The Host can help the Egos attain their
goal. He can lead.” Host walks away from the cell and towards the elevator.
Memorial Day Weekend: the only saving grace of the summer sessions. Now to spend my weekend curled up on my couch with my collection of Doctor Who DVDs and the contents of my liquor cabinet. What does everyone else have planned?
Alright, more Bucky since I’m pure Bucky trash thanks to the lovely @bovaria and basically everyone tagged at the bottom :) Please leave feedback!
Summary: (AFTER CACW) You save the team and recover with Bucky next to you the whole time :) (Sorry I suck at summaries)
Warnings: Angsty fluff, violence, panic attack and injured reader and Bucky.
Parings: Bucky x Reader
Words: GOOD LORD THIS IS SO LONG I’M SO SORRY
The team was trapped, everyone knew it.
Bucky glares at the Hydra guard shoving him in to the far corner of the room next to Sam, Bucky rolls his eyes and curses his luck when Sam smirks at him.
It was supposed to be a clean mission, take an old Hydra base and go, what they didn’t expect was the base back up and running. Thus the reason three Hydra agents were looking over Steve’s shield while two others inspected Sam’s ‘backpack flight’ they called it in poor English, and Tony, stuck in his suit as an agent ever so often electrocuted him, making him immobile. No one made a move to grab Thor’s hammer as the one that tried was sporting a dislocated shoulder from trying to pick it up.
“We’re going to die.” Sam states dramatically as he stares sadly at his poor baby in the hands of the enemy, Natasha, sitting next to him jabs his ribs.