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Between The Perennial Bloom

Summary:

Bleeding and broken, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes has finally escaped from the horrific grasp of HYDRA. While on the run, he finds himself stumbling into a small Canadian town - barely alive. He ends up stumbling on to your doorstep, going against everything he has been trained by begging you to help him. You barely accept before he passes out on your front porch. With a dangerous assassin in your house and a chaotic agency on the hunt for him, what will you do?

Chapters:

Prologue (coming soon)

Extra Scenes:

Inspired Works:

the peter parker to steve harrington pipeline is real huh

Repeat after me.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

[Just look at him, he is literally 🥺]

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

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MENTALLY I AM HERE

Book: None!

Word count: 939

Summary: Draco and Isobel find a moment of solitude. 

Drabble, Cut Scene, or Request: Very short request from my best friend.

They had taken a moment to escape from the annual ball of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, needing to get away even for a second from the strict views of the committed Death Eaters and their children. Draco, in his moment of craving to get away, had pulled Isobel out of his parents’ ballroom and up to his own room. It had been almost an instant reaction for one to charm the door shut, while the other placed a spell around the room to make it impossible for anyone else to listen in.

The smile that Isobel offered him, one of relief and unadulterated happiness, almost made him weak at the knees. When she smiled, it reminded him of the sun peaking through the dreary storm clouds - a glimpse of better days that he knew they could get to. And he loved being able to bask in her light, taking in her warmth and allowing it to let him give a soft smile back.

And it’s almost like she can tell how scared he is. She can almost instantly read his tense posture and see through his badly pieced together facade. She moved almost instantly to turn on the radio he had in his room, letting the soft sounds of lullaby-esque music to flow throughout his cleaned bedroom. The way she offers him her hand makes his heart skip a beat, and he forgets for a moment. He forgets about the gathering going on downstairs, forgets about the war lingering on the horizon, forgets about how they will never truly be able to make their own choices. instead, he focuses on gently pulling her against his body - one arm wrapping around her waist as the other alters his grip on her hand. He slowly begins to sway them to the music, appreciating the way her hair sways with them - falling down her back in soft curls.

She looked beautiful. She always did, in his opinion, but tonight she seemed to be even more radiant. Her slight curves were being hugged by an emerald green dress, bringing out the speckles of green in her irises. The color, he thought, suited her perfectly. But he imagined, for a tiny moment, the way she might one day look in a stunning ivory dress that she would carefully pick out. The thought that she would someday belong to someone else hurt him, wounded him deeply, but just to see her in a dress that color would be an honor. Whoever her father betrothed her to wouldn’t be anywhere near worthy enough for her. She was one in a hundred million, a comet streaking so fast past the earth that he was scared he would miss her if he took his eyes off of her for even a second. She was the type of person that men prayed to be with, that any man would be lucky enough to one day call her his wife.

He took a second and let go of her waist, using their interlaced hands to twirl her away from him. The giggle it incited from her made his heart skip a beat, his smile lighting up his face. That was one of his favorite sounds, aside from - perhaps - her soft singing or when she would read to him or even when she would hold conversations with him. Here, in his room, was the only place he yearned to be. With her, dancing to a song he hadn’t heard since he was a child. The moment was perfect to him; life couldn’t get much better. 

He pulled her back to him, heart warming at the soft blush on her cheeks and the adoration twinkling in her bright eyes. She was so full of light, of hope, and he was soaking in every second that he could. Because he knew they would have to leave and go back to the others, to act like this secret moment between them hadn’t taken place. And so he twirled her again, yearning to hear the sound of her laughing, and then he pulled her into a gentle dip, eyes gleaming with happiness. Here, in this moment, she was all his - only his, and that was all he had ever wanted. It was all he knew he would ever need, especially to get through this rocky life he had been given. 

The way she looked, her hair flowing behind her as she smiled brightly at him, made him want to risk everything. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and ask her to run away, to go off and live a life together - away from their families, the impending war, the Dark Lord. He wanted to risk everything to keep her looking this happy, to help preserve the way she was shining. He wanted to risk their friendship, risk years of memories and love and happiness, and try for something more. All he wanted was for her to be his, but he was afraid that she might not feel the same way.

He pulled her close to him again, heart starting to pull with the weight of what they would be thrown back into when they left his room. And he almost asked her to stay, to help him pack before they would sneak off to her house, to help her pack, and then to run away. It took everything in him not to plead with her to do so. Instead, he gently cupped her cheeks in his hands as the song began to slow to an end, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before he turned to lead them both back downstairs.

The Ones You Save

Summary:

Your story begins in 1940; a beautiful baby born to two loving parents. 17 years later, your father’s involvement in the Howling Commandos comes back to bite you in the ass and you find yourself getting shoved off a cliff. When you wake up, you are in a strange facility with a man who wants to make you the second half of a volatile duo. You have no choice and become known as Ghost. Decades down the road, you help Winter Soldier escape and the consequences are horrendous. Can the newly rehabilitated Winter Soldier save you? Or is it your fate to stay in HYDRA’s clutches?

Chapters:

Prologue

Chapter One

Extra Scenes:

Inspired Works:

a quick psa to anyone recently getting into greek mythology and is a victim of tumblr and/or tiktok misconceptions:

-there is no shame in being introduced to mytholgy from something like percy jackson, epic the musical or anything like that, but keep in mind that actual myths are going to be VERY different from modern retellings

-the myth of medusa you probably know (her being a victim of poseidon and being cursed by athena) isn't 100% accurate to GREEK mythology (look up ovid)

-there is no version of persephone's abduction in which persephone willingly stays with hades, that's a tumblr invention (look up homeric hymn to demeter)

-as much as i would like it, no, cerberus' name does not mean "spot" (probably a misunderstanding from this wikipedia article)

-zeus isn't the only god who does terrible things to women, your fav male god probably has done the same

-on that note, your fav greek hero has probably done some heinous shit as well

-gods are more complicated than simply being "god of [insert thing]", many titles overlap between gods and some may even change depending on where they were worshipped

-also, apollo and artemis being the gods of the sun and the moon isn't 100% accurate, their main aspects as deities originally were music and the hunt

-titans and gods aren't two wholly different concepts, titan is just the word used to decribe the generation of gods before the olympians

-hector isn't the villain some people make him out to be

-hephaestus WAS married to aphrodite. they divorced. yes, divorce was a thing in ancient greece. hephaestus' wife is aglaia

-ancient greek society didn't have the same concepts of sexuality that we have now, it's incorrect to describe virgin goddesses like artemis and athena as lesbians, BUT it's also not wholly accurate to describe them as aromantic/asexual, it's more complex than that

-you can never fully understand certain myths if you don't understand the societal context in which they were told

-myths have lots and lots of retellings, there isn't one singular "canon", but we can try to distinguish between older and newer versions and bewteen greek and roman versions

-most of what you know about sparta is probably incorrect

-reading/waching retellings is not a substitute to reading the original myths, read the iliad! read the odyssey! i know they may seem intimidating, but they're much more entertaining than you may think

greek mythology is so complex and interesting, don't go into it with preconcieved notions! try to be open to learn!