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spacedace · 9 months

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Something that I keep thinking about that I've not seen be mentioned in the DP fandom is the fact that Dani/Elle had brothers before Danny.

Angst ahead (I'm in an angsty mood lol)

I don't know if I've just missed it or not, but I just keep thinking about how for a while, it was just Elle and the other clones. That with Vlad being Vlad they probably really only had each other. And Elle being stable while the others weren't implies that she was the youngest of them all.

Did the others look after her? Did they play with her and try and teach her ghost stuff even though they weren't very good at it? Did she curl up with the big Frankenstein Clone to sleep at night, did the Skeleton Clone start wearing the bed sheet originally because he was worried about scaring his little sister? Did the Gooey Clone that could change sized play hide and seek with her to keep her entertained?

There's a level of implication that she didn't know that the other Clones were actually gone gone after they fought Danny when he told her that he wouldn't fight her because when he did fight the clones they destabilized. And I can't help but think it's something that would haunt her, realizing that not only were her brothers were gone, but she helped destroy one of them.

I don't know I just feel like it's a piece of Elle's backstory that isn't brought up, both for family fluffy and angst purposes.

Gimme some fics of Elle and Danny talking about her brothers, their shared grief and regret over everything. Danny trying to help make it up to her or Elle admitting that as much as she loves Danny she still sometimes finds herself looking at him and knowing that he's the one that killed her brothers, even though he didn't mean to.

Give me Elle making graves for her brothers and mourning them with her new family, never forgetting them but slowly learning how to accept their deaths. Or of her going full Tim Drake and trying to clone them to get them back even though she knows it won't be the same (give me a DP x DC crossover with her & Tim feeding off each others grief spirals and helping each other in their unhealthy cloning coping methods or Elle stepping in to stop Tim because she's been there and done that and knows it doesn't do anything but prolong the pain).

Or something happy! Elle goes off and explores the multiverse and discovers worlds were her brothers lived! Or where she was the one that didn't make it in their world but they did and she's able to stabilize them and bring them home! Or an AU where the clones live and run off with Elle to see the world and she comes back to Amity Park sooner because while she's getting weaker her brothers are fully on the verge of destabilizing and she needs Danny's help to save them!

I just have a lot of thoughts on the untapped potential of the other clones and Elle's relationships to them.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #kinda since tim is mentioned but like mostly it's just focused on Danny Phantom #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #danny's clones #the danny clones #danny fenton #i have so many thoughts and feelings on this yall have no idea #did they have names too?#or just Elle because she was the closest to perfected that Vlad got to #angst #this is what happens when I don't get enough sleep I fixate on the saddest implications of character's backstories

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ovaryacted · 2 months

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Random thought.

People underestimate re2r Leon's sexiness so much. Like sure, he's cute. Of course he's pretty and beautiful. He's our babyboy. But that man is also hot as fuck.

I wanna suck him dry so bad :((

Horny thoughts go brrrrrr sorry Nic I'm ovulating and I'm making it your problem <3

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Hey, new moon anon. Hope you’re doing well boo, it’s nice to hear from you. I don't mind you making your ovulation thoughts my problem, I'm happy to feed into those delusions.

To your point, I agree. I feel like a lot of people default to the older versions of Leon because that’s when the “grown sexiness” kind of kicks in, and believe me, I get it. But RE2 Leon has a certain boyish charm to him that makes him sexy. Like he’s always been attractive, by real-life beauty standards he’s considered “pretty”, and has features that can be seen as soft or feminine which differentiates him from other character styles (I mean look at his Karen haircut, literally who thought of that?). I also think that his softer appearance is intentional to highlight how he doesn’t fit in the harshness of this world he was forced into so it’s a stylistic choice that’s done strategically.

Leon as a character gives me the impression that he doesn’t know that he’s attractive, or considers himself desirable, but RE2 Leon in particular is just completely oblivious, which is expected from a 21-year-old man who probably just developed a sense of stability and independence. I mean he’s corny for a reason, it’s to make up for his insecurity because he’s just a guy.

I think that obliviousness is what makes him attractive, plus the fact that he’s a sweetheart and kind of has that puppy-dog type of vibe, it just makes you want to do whatever the hell you want with him because you know he’ll just take it. Leon is pathetic and a loser in canon, but he just comes off as so sweet it’s like a “let me suck you off” because that’s his reward.

He’s just cute, and sexy at the same time, and his actual physique is slim-fit. He’s still carrying biceps and has a nice back, which gets more broad as he gets older with the added muscle mass. But I’m with you, RE2 Leon holds a soft spot in my heart cause all I want to do is top him, but then that’s me with every version of him LMFAOOO.

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ new moon anon 🌑

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quickhacked · 4 months

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bones please spare some isaac facts...tell me about the vibes and lore and everything you want. also what's his fave blood type to drink if he has one perhaps..(i'm taking notes)

HEHEHE THANK YOU SM i have so much to say about this man. but also he hasn't existed for very long in my brain yet so there's still many things missing from his lore currently. but here is a start for you :^)

isaac is a couple centuries old by now and from a (currently unnamed) bloodline that's a bit different from other bloodlines. all vampires have double fangs, their puncture fangs which are the regular ones they use to draw blood with, and their venomous fangs, which only come out when they want to change someone. for isaac's bloodline, the venomous fangs are a lot smaller which makes them less painful to extend and the process is quicker; but at the same time, even the smallest mistake in dosage could kill a victim rather than change them. this is why his bloodline is very small in comparison to others and changing a human into a vampire is always done in a big ritual rather than on impulse, to make sure they get the right dosage. this is how isaac was turned into a vampire :(

his bloodline is also more likely to have their feral sense (uncontrollable mode in which they hunt for blood until they're no longer feral) activated which is why they have to feed regularly and CANNOT miss any meals unlike other bloodlines who can usually miss a meal or two. their feral sense can sneak up on them without a warning and it will cause them to go feral until either their hunger or their "urge" (something vamps get sometimes when they want to change other humans. it's like a vampire ovulation) is sated. this is why many vampires of isaac's bloodline are pretty rich or important people who have other vampires working for them to provide them with enough blood so they'll never go feral by accident

isaac is VERY different from his bloodline though. he grew up in a modest family somewhere in the east of the united states and after he was turned he hid himself away in an old abandoned chapel for many many years, feeding on wildlife and the occasional unfortunate soul who wandered too far into the woods. he ended up hunted down by heavenly, my other oc for this story, who is a vampire hunter but at that point was still very young and on his first ever vampire hunt without his father; heavenly was unable to kill isaac and let him go, after which isaac moved to jericho :]

jericho is a big city on the west coast of the united states and it's essentially a vampire hub, in the sense that the government knows about the existence of vampires but isn't telling the general public but the general public tends to also know about the existence of vampires but it's also not uncommon to come across people who've never heard of them. but at the same time it's also not a huge shock to find out that vampires exist. and in jericho there's many of them and it's like a safe haven for them. am i making sense here

anyway isaac runs a church in jericho now! it's less used as an actual church and more just a homeless shelter and general shelter and community center and food bank AND blood bank all in one, for humans and vampires alike, and he's a very important member of the community he lives in :^) he really wants to help people and improve lives despite the reputation of his bloodline

it's at the same time pretty dangerous for him to be in such a lively place because if he misses a meal even once he could go on a murderous rampage. but it's a risk he's willing to take, knowing he's making a difference and not wanting people to lose their stability in life because he decides to leave or something like that

i don't have much for the story yet but the idea is that heavenly shows up in jericho give or take 2-3 decades after first meeting isaac and they reunite :^) heavenly ends up helping isaac with the blood shortage crisis and also ends up as his personal blood bag because he's a freak and a weirdo who likes getting his blood sucked by vampires. and also he's gay for isaac. and i get him. me too

#asks #envergothash #ask:isaac #oc asks #THANK U FOR THIS RENA. I AM GOING INSANE ABOUT THIS STORY SO MUCH RIGHT NOW #literally the second my brain gave me the prompt 'vampire priest' i knew it was over for me. and man is it over for me #i'm still putting together the lore for all the bloodlines and age categories and stuff but i have a pretty solid idea for isaac's bloodlin #they're VERY scary when feral you really do not want to run into one of them when they're feral. eyes entirely white and all that #super super fast and agile and because of the venomous fangs that are smaller and faster they don't have to like #stay in one place a lot. which is part of why they're so fast #also another thing. he will sometimes just drain a human from their blood entirely just to prevent himself from going feral #it's a sacrifice he's willing to make to keep others safe. which makes the fact that his name is isaac even tastier #and there's also something about heavenly's name being That. and then ending up together with isaac. also heavenly is trans btw

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ravenkinnie · 1 year

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I know it's not something ignored on the show bc it's literally the catalyst for everything okay I'm not stupid I know media bitch. but I feel like not enough appreciation is given to the weirdness of silco&jinx's dynamic where yes, he takes in an abandoned child that reminds him of himself but also he's very much like 90% of the direct reason why she's abandoned BZHDHHSHSJ and I mean, on the emotional character level, not on a discourse about whether he's evil or not about it level

lile first of all silco's insane for it. like he's insane in general but the way he takes every atrocity he's committed or had a hand in and incorporates it into his philosophical and moral framework in a way that isn't fully washed out of guilt but that guilt is more so accepted as a price of the experience makes me insane. I wonder if part of the drive to keep his mental processes working like this is because of jinx at this point, because sikci conceptualized her as this betrayed weak thing that had to be forged into something because obviously he sees himself this way. but then a big part of why they clash is that jinx seems to carry not just the trauma and the ghosts but also the heavy sense of guilt in her own part in her tragedy. and I do wonder if that sense of guilt in his own tragedy is also what he recognises in himself, on some level, but there's so much self deception layered on top of it because of how he learned to work with that guilt that it just doesn't come through as much as everything else, in a way that jinx can't work the same, can't acceot that guilt or lie to herself about it. like obviously, silco thinks he's done well by her, taken her away from something that would keep her lesser, made her into something great but he sees the way jinx is haunted by her trauma and I wonder if those are the gaps in that whole way of thinking silco's built up over the years, that he's patching up as he goes

and also, jinx's perspective in this dynamic is so wild to think about, it's literally like. the hand that feeds you bit you first and there's obviously dependency and vulnerability in her relation to silco but also I imagine that a part of that insecurity and lack of stability she feels, the feelings that she eventually acts out against, isn't just that she doesn't know where she stand in their relationship because of the mix of manipulation and genuine care and the fact that silco's fucked in the head and can't show emotions and affection like a normal person. but also because there has to be sediments of resentment or anger over the way things played out, that probably facilitates driving jinx towards vi in the end, despite having it drilled into her that vi betrayed her and left her and whatnot. like the contrast of those feelings is so interesting as character motivation, arcane higkey snapped on that

also I think that's the part vi wouldn't and doesn't understand, the fact that these feelings can coexist with each other, that it doesn't mean jinx isn't aware of them, that she's brainwashed in any way. but boy, i feel like she will gain a new perspective trying to reconcile the reality of jinx with the image of powder in her head shhdhdnsjsn

#well maybe like 80% jinx had a somewhat large role I just dont know how to put her blame there in percentages #also I'm rambling this isn't serious meta dhhdhdbsn I need to re-watch the show fr so I can refresh my grasp on characters again #vi-jinx-silco dynamic with jinx at the centre is saur good and interesting I love everyone involved and their mental illnesses #silco #silco and jinx #jinx #arcane

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transhawks · 1 year

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The week this has been. Well now that that's over, what did I promise you again? Uhh, shoot. Something RE: Hawks, from my last ask, I wanted to pick up that sentence here but WELP forgot what I said and was going to say as an intro, but I know the post was going to be all the reasons why I'm feral for his speech so. Here we go!! Starting off, Nagant. Some key dialogue from her. "They will only show you the bright side...and once again, someone will need to shoulder the burden of the truth." HPSC President: "We decided to put on such an elaborate ceremony, because this is a critical juncture for our times." Former HPSC Chairman: "What you do is necessary. Someone needs to maintain the hope that the heroes who take center stage have instilled in the public."

Right off the bat this is so freaking juicy. What was that again, Lady? "History will simply repeat itself?" Oh yeah, so true. I want to cry from how much this matches up. Now onto my favorite non-truthteller speaker of enlightenment lmao. That's uh, why I highlighted the word truth there lol, for the meaning in his name. Nagant: "What do you think will happen if we regain it? History will simply repeat itself." Hawks: "This isn't the time to dwell on the past. And you say that staying the course is the answer? Our symbol's gone." These two 🤝 Dislike clinging to the old ways. Quickly realizing I'm gonna need to split this into separate asks, well anyways. Quick side-note to say that it is absolutely DELICIOUS to see the HPSC complain in chapter 95 about the "price we pay for relying on one man" and "we need to make some changes around here" and "prove we can do more than just take in villains the heroes defeat." All the while trying to psycho-analyze Shigaraki. Because HEY you guys aware that's your little child solider boy's villain counterpart in being raised by the highest ranker of the opposite side? And clearly you've learned nothing on continuing to rely on one person to do everything, from All Might to Nagant to Hawks. Was that the so-called "change?" you needed to make, "prove you could do more?" well judging by that secret program, I think you've done enough for making changes. And only you huh? I still stubbornly stand by the fact this meeting shows that they wanted to take credit for everything Hawks did, because they blatantly told him he was getting none, and their ambition to prove themselves kinda makes them the real Icarus in the story imo, reach too high with their child soldiers, get shot dead. Can't exactly prove they, the wonderful HPSC did "sooo much more than what the people think of them" without taking credit for finding all the secrets of the enemy to take them down, probs would've passed it off as an anonymous tip by an inside agent of theirs or group effort of the higher-ups diligent research.

These two 🤝 Dislike clinging to the old ways.

On Hawks's part it's also a refusal to dwell on the past, which in my opinion feeds into his delusion/lack of wanting to deal with the past/present realities. And ironic, because ultimately he does support a status quo.

From what we learned in the Nagant arc, All Might couldn't have existed without the HPSC still going around and cleaning shit up. It's like he was critically important enough to distract/provide hope/spur the industry on and take on the very *typical* baddies, and then for a good while the HPSC went up and cleaned up the corrupt heroes and the disgruntled civilians planning any sort of revolution.

Of course that's still relying on a very small amount of people for societal stability.

#asks

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dottie-wan-kenobi · 4 years

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Hello!!! I've never done this before so I hope I'm doing it right lol. I was wondering if I could request forced out of the closet + titans!dick grayson?

You’re doing just fine!! Thank you so much for this prompt, I was really excited to do it and I hope I’ve done it justice. Also I hope you don’t mind I added some past Dick/Joey and kind of maybe bash Donna, Hank, and Dawn a little itty bitty bit. kdfhjdhjakshkj. just to be clear, there is no cheating in this fic, but Dawn uses that stereotype to her advantage :x

written for the @badthingshappenbingo square “forced out of the closet”. x’s are finished, asterisks are requested, and the last two are free! many thanks to @whateverrrrwhatever for betaing even tho she isn’t even in this fandom

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“How fucking long have you been lying to us, exactly?” Hank demands, fury emanating off him in waves.

I wasn’t! He wants to shout back, I wasn’t lying! But in order to do that, Dick would have to lift his head out of his hands, stand up from where he’s sitting on the second level, and meet Hank’s eyes. Or anyone’s eyes, really. They’re all here, the old Titans and the new ones and Rose fucking Wilson. The only way this could possibly be any worse is if Bruce were here, too, but thank god, Dick isn’t that unlucky.

“It can’t be true,” Donna says, but she sounds unsure. She’s doubting him and not even trying to hide it. That’s never happened before. “Dick, tell us what he said wasn’t true.”

“So what if it was?” And that’s Rachel, defensive on his behalf. “I don’t understand why you’re all so upset if Dick’s bi—”

He doesn’t hear the rest of what she says, his heart pounding in his ears. They all know now, and he wasn’t the one to tell them, didn’t get to decide who or when or how. Slade just broadcast it out for all of them to hear and make with what they will, and of course, it’s nothing good. There’s a reason, he thinks, that he’s never told any of them. Not Kory, who he thinks he could trust with anything, or the kids, who so desperately want to know and connect with the real him. Not even Donna, who’s always been his best friend.

“He’s been lying to us, Rach,” Dawn says, and her voice is so soft and so steely, the way it always gets when she’s angry. And she has reason to be, he knows that, but it still hurts. “He lied to us about what happened with Jericho, and that’s—that’s not just something we can walk away from.”

“No,” Hank agrees, worked up. “No, it’s not.”

“He was just lying about a relationship! What’s so wrong with that?” Gar asks. His arms are probably crossed, but Dick doesn’t want to look up to see.

“Nothing,” Kory says, but her voice gets overpowered by Dawn’s.

“How about the fact that he was in relationship with me already?” Dawn shoots back. Dick thinks about how they broke up days before Garth’s death, and were just playing at being together until after his birthday, to avoid ruining it for him. Afterward, they never spoke about it, drifting away from each other, grief and revenge more important than anything else. It wasn’t until after Joey died that they finally, officially ended. “If he could lie about that, then he could be lying about anything. About everything .”

“Dick…,” Donna says, and she’s closer now, but not close enough not close enough to touch him, which is the last thing he wants. “Tell us it’s not true.”

Everyone is staring at him, he can tell. He can feel it: the weight of their gazes and confusion and anger. Dick lifts his head finally, and his eyes feel heavy and hot. No tears fall. He has to be strong here, can’t let it show any more than he already is how much this situation fucking sucks.

“It is,” he rasps, clearing his throat once the words are out.

Donna jerks back like she’s been slapped.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he thinks. Coming out is supposed to be private. Personal. Safe. It’s supposed to be him sitting these people down and saying he loves people no matter what gender they are, and these people loving and supporting him no matter what. Instead, Slade hacked their speaker system and gladly outed him.

There’s no love and support in the room right now.

He has to pull himself together, needs them to understand. Stronger, he says, “It is true. Joey and I were together.”

Jason’s gaze is bouncing between everyone in the room, and Dick wonders how much the kid is going to hate him now. And Rose, she’s tense and ready to fight him, and he can see that it won’t take much to set her off. The others are still staring at him, the older Titans coiling with hurt, the newer ones just confused.

“Was it worth it?” Hank asks, breaking the silence. “Was he that good of a lay that you had to betray us?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dick stands, trying to ignore how tight his chest feels. He’s finding it more difficult than usual to pretend he’s perfectly fine. Convincing himself means he can convince the others. Right now, no one is fooled. “I didn’t betray you.”

“Really? ‘Cause it sounds like you were cheating on Dawn, fucking the enemy, and lying about it for five years!” Donna explodes. “Sounds like fucking betrayal to me!”

“Joey wasn’t our enemy—!”

“How do we know you weren’t feeding him information the whole time?” Dawn interrupts, and Dick freezes, shocked by the accusation. “Were you telling him our secrets so he could go and tell Slade everything, and help him get under our skin, in our heads?”

“No! How could you even think that?”

Ignoring his words, Donna asks, “How long were you and Joey even together?”

“Not that long,” he admits, fists clenching by his sides. “It only started once he came to live here.”

“Live-in double agent,” Hank says wryly. “How convenient.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Dick protests.

“Then how was it?” Rose demands, stomping forward. “How exactly was it? You were using and manipulating my brother for information and for sex? What a stand up guy you are.” For all her tone is bone-dry, he can see tears threatening to spill from her eye.

Dick thinks about Joey’s smile. His eyelashes. How he pulled away from every kiss grinning, like it was a dream come true. The meals they ate together, and how Joey spent whole afternoons trying to teach him a few phrases in ASL, and only laughed a little, kindly, when Dick messed up. How he’d told Dick he was fine keeping their relationship on the down low, that he understood Dick wasn’t out yet and wouldn’t push. What he looked like, lying dead on the ground, killed trying to protect Dick, who’d fucked up every step of the way.

It was real, he wants to say. I had nightmares for months afterward, and even now it hurts to think about him. There’s a reason I never told any of you, and it’s not just because I wasn’t sure how you’d react.

But it wasn’t real. Not fully, anyway. For every sincere moment, there were two more where Dick was doing what the others wanted him to do—becoming Batman, using Joey to their advantage. For every time he thought it was wrong to treat Joey that way, he never put a stop to it. It was easy to get lost in Joey, in exploring feelings Dick had never—and has never, ever since—let himself know. Their relationship had felt safe, in a way. Even with all the subterfuge, Joey knew about Robin, and he’d never worried about it. Dick had felt free for the short time they had been together.

It was real, but it wasn’t.

“It’s complicated,” he says finally. Rose won’t like it, but how can he explain it all? How can he explain that he hadn’t wanted things with Joey to get serious, hadn’t wanted him to die, hadn’t been able to even think about telling anyone about his sexuality without an avalanche of grief and guilt burying him? “I—I wasn’t trying to hurt him.”

Joey’s smile, his eyelashes, his kindness. He was like the sun peeking over the horizon. He deserved better than Dick.

Dawn and Donna both scoff. Hank says, “You’re fucking pathetic. Not trying to hurt him got him killed. Great fucking job, asshole.”

Kory steps up beside Dick, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. It’s like an anchor, stabilizing, and something he desperately needs right now. Her thumb makes a slow, calming circle as she turns on the others. “Yelling at him isn’t going to help shit. Why don’t you all go do your jobs and figure out if this Slade guy hacked us remotely, or if he’s here and we need to suit up?”

“Oh, he’s probably here,” Rose says through gritted teeth. “And I’m going to fucking kill him.”

She heads towards the elevators, and Donna follows, fists clenched. At Kory’s raised eyebrow, Hank and Dawn leave too. The kids move toward them, like they’re closing ranks. Gar’s biting his lip nervously. Rachel has her arms crossed over her stomach and Jason looks lost in thought.

Without the older Titans, the mood of the room feels lighter, but Dick finds that isn’t a good thing. Like he’s a puppet with his strings cut, he falls back onto the step, his skin crawling.

Kory sits next to him, her hand going down to rest on his back. Softly, she asks, “Are you okay?”

He wonders if Jason’s going to tell Bruce. Wonders if Donna, Hank, and Dawn will ever forgive him. Hopes Rachel and Gar don’t hate him now. Hates how much her kindness right now only reminds him of Joey.

With a deep sigh, he says, “I’ll be fine.”

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hispeculiartreasure · 5 years

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You know I'm a sucker for angst. Number 5 with Steve, please?

5. “Why didn’t you say h-how bad it was?”

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Doc

You tap your foot nervously, staring down the ramp of the quinjet. The sounds of battle float up to you, the clash of weapons making your chest tighter. It was days like today that you hated your job. You’d triple checked your medical supplies, paced the length of the ship at least 20 times. A live feed from everyone’s comms filled the hollow space with the intention of keeping you aware of possible injuries to prepare for. All it did was worry you.

Your name being grunted over the speakers startled you to high alert. A painful moan followed, accompanied by panic from other team members.

“Incoming, Doc. Steve’s down.”

Running for your kit and supplies, you struggle to tamp down emotions that threaten to bubble. When are you ever going to learn to compartmentalize? you chide yourself.

Moments later Thor and Bucky trudge up the ramp, shouldering the burden that was a frighteningly still Captain America. A Captain America whose face and torso was covered in blood. The pair lays him on your operating table as gently as possible, which still draws a moan from the Avenger. Thor immediately runs back to the fray, while Bucky hovers.

“Why didn’t you say h-how bad it was?” You hate yourself for the quiver in your voice, the trembling in your hands.

“No time,” Bucky practically growled. “Work, hurry.” Together you peel the top half of his suit off - which is easy enough given that it’s in tatters. You shove pads of gauze toward Bucky, instructing him to keep pressure on the wounds covering his abdomen that are still weeping red. Steve’s pulse is slow, breathing shallow, and he’s slipped into unconsciousness.

“Can you stay?” you ask, grabbing the tools you need.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bucky grits, hands messy from stabilizing the wounds. “Can you do this or do I need to make a call?” He holds your gaze, a whisper of compassion behind his matter-of-fact tone. Then you realize he’s just as terrified as you are of what’s laying between the two of you.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky nods and finally you are able to slip into protocol, follow steps you know by heart, emotionally detach yourself for the time being. With Bucky as an emotional rock you set to work on the super-soldier.

After what feels like hours you realize you’ve done all you can do. The bleeding has ceased - all you could do was wait. You urged Bucky to head back to the team, Steve didn’t need two people to watch him sleep.

For practical purposes as much as for your own sanity, you wipe the blood from Steve’s face. You’re checking for superficial wounds, you tell yourself. You’ve traced his jawline a thousand times but always in happier circumstances. Mid-embrace as he hovers above you in your shared bed, grabbing his chin when giving him sass, delivering a peck on the cheek during a mundane activity. Watching your fingers stained in his blood shakily smooth the hair from his face is a memory you hoped never resurfaced.

You’ve never seen him this pale before, this vulnerable. There’s nothing left for you to do - no next step to follow. You sink onto a chair next to the table as your emotions overtake you.

It didn’t matter that the doctor in you knew his prognosis was positive, his body was already healing. The girlfriend in you, however, was rattled and drained and you were covered in his blood and you just wanted him to open his eyes.

You rest your forehead to his shoulder and allow yourself to weep. Knowing you should wash up and tidy up the area, you can’t bring yourself to leave his side.

The battle is won, the team returns to find you clutching Steve’s hand as tears stubbornly roll down your cheeks.

“He’s gonna be fine,” you rush as panic fills everyone’s eyes at the scene in front of them.

“Do you need to rest?” Natasha cautiously approaches you.

“Not until he wakes up,” you whisper. The red-head nods towards Steve, prompting you to turn back to him.

Steel blue eyes watch you, a faint smile gracing his face. With a rasp he says, “Knew it was a good idea to date a doctor.”

Send me angsty Marvel prompts please

#angsty drabble #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x reader #pia rocks #beka writes

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geminidarksidehasawoken · 5 years

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Unbreak Me

Who do I run to?

@ao719 @blznbaby @iplaydrake @drakesensworld @dcbbw @hopefulmoonobject @furiousherringoperatortoad @ladyangel70 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @sashatrr @candy72008 @angi15h

"Hana, Drake?" I called with disbelief evident in my voice. The shocked look on their faces told me everything I needed to know... They were lying to me and that hurt, it hurt because I trusted myself to be free, to be broken and vulnerable with them. They knew everything about me, they knew my fears my dreams. They knew me... But it was obvious I didn't know them...

All those little things I knew I saw but they denied it, the longing looks, the way Hana just glowed when Drake caught her eye. The way she laughed for him, they lied about that.

They kept this from me, why?

"How long?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"Riley, let me explain" Drake called hiding his naked form while he dressed clearly caught between Hana and I.

I hold up my hand, not wanting to hear it, not now. "You should have trusted me enough to share this with me" I say, hating that my voice was thick with emotion.

I look over at Hana, her eyes pleading with me, pleading with me to understand, but I couldn't, I couldn't get past the fact that they never trusted me. "We never meant to hurt you" she said, and I knew it was the truth, no one ever meant for these things to happen, but they still did.

Drake stood before me, and I could tell from the way he was looking at me that he really didn't mean for this to happen, that they never meant to hide this from me.

If I was honest, I wasn't angry that they were sleeping together, I was hurt that they found love and felt they had to hide it from me. Drake promised me no secrets, open and honest...

"Drake this is insane, you can't marry me for the sake of stability, for the sake of keeping Liam's child safe" I said as we walked up the steps to the courthouse second guessing the solution we had found.

"White, you will need someone, and I will be that someone, because I know that if the roles were reversed, Liam would ensure that the woman I loved was okay, this child is the heir to a kingdom it is my duty to keep them safe... Unless you changed your mind and want to tell Liam about the baby" he knew I could not there was too much at stake, his whole reputation would be damaged as they all would know the king had an affair while being engaged to another, the scandal would ruin him and our baby would be subject to such ridicule, I couldn't put them through that, but more than anything I was scared of the Queen taking my child... Her only thought to protect the Crown, I respected her for it and hated her in the same instance

"Just promise me, we'll always be honest with each other, no secrets" I say like a scared little girl.

Twisting off the ring, I laid it in his hands "You broke your promise" I whisper, walking away.

I drove for hours declining their calls, I couldn't cry, but that didn't stop the pain. After driving for hours in circles, it was time to pick up Leanna. I stopped for a moment needing to process, and I knew the affair didn't bother me it was the secret that did, I understood that he had needs that I couldn't satisfy. I gather my thoughts and headed for the palace.

***Liam***

Sabrina and Leanna got along great, Leanna always seeming to want to protect her. They sit at the poolside drinking juices while I read the paper. "...My mom and dad are pretty awesome... Daddy is goofy, mom is the stern one"

"My mom was like that too, she was all about my lessons and doing my best and being the an example for other children"

"I'm sorry, what happened to her" she asked and I could hear the genuine concern in Leanna voice.

"She died, in a car crash... along with Bastien, he was my best friend, he would play with me"

Leanna pulls her into an hug and my eyes mist with tears and I watch her give her something. "We'll be leaving in a few days, keep it to remember me, you can always find a friend in me"

"But it's so beautiful"

"Mom said my father gave it to her, it was a declaration of their love for each other. Mom gave it to me for inspiration and because I just loved it, and it has inspired me, so I'm giving this to you so that you know you always have a friend in me"

"Thank you... Come on, let's go swing" Sabrina says and the too rush off to play. This was her third visit to the palace, and I've watched them get closer, they were good for each other, and I wondered what arrangement could be made once they left for her to visit.

I liked that she pushed Sabrina to talk about her mother, talking about her made me sad, guilt gnawed at me and I can't help but wonder if I had been more focussed on her instead of always judging her to Riley if she would still be here, and then maybe I would have met my son.

A freak accident claimed her life because I was feeling torn and angry at her for forcing us to attend a ball when Sabrina was ill. We'd fought about it and in the end she had opted to visit on my behalf and I was left behind with Sabrina, she never made it to Fydelia, and the baby was just too young to survive, yet I mourned him too.

"Hey, where's Leanna?" Her voice calls and I look to see her standing in the doorway a pained expression on her face. Before I can ask the question she waves it away and answers.

"I'm fine, please let her know I am ready" she whispers and I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong.

"Riley, come here" I call and she comes and sits by me like a small child.

"I just want to go home" she whispers.

Her phone rings again and she ends it and turns it off.

"I'd love to go for a walk, would that interest you?" I ask her and she looks around and I know she needs to be strong, she's always been two strong.

"Alright" she responds and together we walk the grounds in silence until we get to the stable. She loved these majestic beasts, they calmed her as she softly petted and fed him.

"Riley, you can talk to me you" I whisper and she shakes her head.

"I can't trust you." She says and those words hit me, they get under my skin, they hurt. Knowing that she honestly didn't trust me.

I force away the feeling, and smile still.

"Why are you here, and don't tell me to pick up Leanna" I say and she walks out. "Why do you always run?" I demand as we stop to feed to ducks on the pond.

She turns her back to me, throwing food the ducks that the care taker gave us. "I'm sorry" she whispers and its under her breath I almost missed it. "It's been a hard few weeks, losing Bernard and Savannah was a blow, I don't think the reality has hit me yet" she says as we sit on a secluded bench beneath the apple tree.

"I'm truly sorry for your loss, I know that Bertrand cared for you deeply"

"Yes he's the only man in my life that was ever truly honest, he was like a father to me" she says and I pull her into my side and she comes willingly, but a tad bit awkward.

"Hey, I know he felt the same way, he barely spoke two words to me in public, after you" I clear my throat "he was a great man, I'm sure he would be honoured to hear you think of him this way."

I clasp her small hands in mine and kiss it, realizing she isn't wearing her ring. " Is everything okay with you and Drake"

"My marriage is over... I just don't know how to tell Leanna" she whispers and there is just a note of sadness in her voice.

"I'm sorry" I hear myself say and I'm surprised to see it's the truth. "Do you want to... talk about it?"

"It won't change the out come... He won't let you go you know" and she pulls away from me and stands.

"Why not? You did" she answers, and I can feel her anger rising, the pain from all those years ago threatening to rise. Her words cutting through me, because I didn't let her go, I still haven't let her go.

We walk back to the palace in silence and Leanna hugs me and her mom together. "Could I spend the night, please mommy" she begs her eyes pleading with her to say yes.

"I need to talk to your father first, but I will let you know." She says and she's off again.

We walk to my office and we close the door behind us. "You can make your call from my phone, I have a few documents that need signing." I let her know handing her the cordless phone.

"Hey it's me... Drake not now... Leanna wants to spend the night... I...I don't know... No... You didn't need to be afraid, you should have trusted me!" Says harshly and ends the call letting out a pent up breath.

"Leanna has our permission to stay, but I need to run to the boutique and get her a few necessities" she says grabbing her bag to run out.

"It's okay, I can get that done for you, how about you join us for dinner?" I ask hopeful, while we weren't back to being friend it was amazing spending time with her.

"I'm not sure that's a go-"

"Please, and you can change in the guest room on our wing"

*Riley*

I felt torn, as I read the messages from Hana and Drake.

"White, I'm sorry I didn't trust you with Hana, but I was afraid of what that would mean for my relationship with Leanna"

White please pick up the phone we are worried.

Riley, I hope you can forgive me

Unable to deal with this now, I just send a message 'I will be spending the night at the palace with Leanna' and turn back off the phone.

Liam had a garment bag delivered with a simple black dress and personal items for our stay. I'm zipping up when I hear the knock on the door, and I open it to find Olivia. Just great! "May I come in?"

She asks as I open the door, I allow her in and she helps me up into my dress. "You look amazing"

"Thanks... Are you okay?"

"No I most certainly am not!" She says her eyes welling up with tears, and I'm shocked because the Olivia I knew was fearless never shed a tear. "I just found out I am pregnant, and I'm terrified of telling Maxwell" she whispers wiping her eyes... Ahh the hormones.

I'm shocked! Olivia is confiding in me, it's a welcome change from always at each others throat. But then her words sink in..."Wait you and Maxwell!" I say unable to hide the shock in my voice.

"Why did I come to you for advice?" She grumbles flopping down on the bed. I sit beside her and hold her hand.

"Admit it, Livy, you missed me"

"Shut up, and tell me what I should do? I am Duchess I cannot have a child out of wedlock and Maxwell is Maxwell, I have no clue how he will react! Do you see Maxwell as the responsible type?" She rambles on and on clearly distraught.

She stands and starts to pace. "Relax Liv, take a deep breath, this is Maxwell... He understands what this will mean, you just need to tell him and not threaten to kill him" she chuckles, and sits again laying her head on my shoulder.

"Tell him and go from there" I say and she composes herself.

"Why didn't you tell Liam?" She asks cleaning up her face. My heart hammers at her question, and there are no words.

"What do you mean?" I say playing dumb.

"Riley, I lived in this very palace with him as a child, the resemblance is uncanny" I open my mouth to respond but no words come out.

"I won't tell him, not because he doesn't deserve to know, but because I can't watch him hurt again"

I close my eyes. "Liv, " she waves away and continues

"It was me, I told him to move on, because our kingdom needed their king, he didn't let you go, I know that's why you never told him" she whispers softly and I can't dislodge the lump in my throat. I unconsciously shake my head not wanting to hear.

"This changes nothing" I say, feeling that all too familiar sting behind my eyes.

"I... I... Want you to know it wasn't him."

"I can't do this right now"

"He'd gotten thin, he couldn't focus, he was hurting, hurting too much, blaming himself and missing you. People began to speculate, so I told him, it was two late for you two and he should move on" she says and I watch the tears roll down her face.

"Liv, I was broken long before he moved on... A piece of me died the day he married her" I say, shushing her so she knew this wasn't about her. "Fuck! Love has the power to destroy you... What if Maxwell decides he doesn't want- oh gosh" I pull her into me and I let her cry, knowing this wasn't Olivia but the hormones working on over drive. After a moment of sobbing she pulls herself together and cleans her face.

"If you tell anyone about what happened here, I will destroy -"

"Liv! You were always safe with me, "I say shaking her before she could continue with her threat to end my life.

"Sorry! I think since my parents died, this is the hardest I've ever cried" she says trying to explain and make sense of the pain and fear she is feeling.

"I know"

She stands and straightens herself, fixing her lipstick. "I did miss you" she says and slips out the door.

Fluffing out my hair I applied a little gloss to my lips and headed down the stairs. Liam and the girls were seated at the table in a very riveting discussion as no-one heard my entrance. "...my dad will need to start courting ladies again by the end of the season as a king can't rule for so long unmarried" Sabrina tells her, with a sad smile on her lips.

"But that makes no sense, isn't he king, what if he isn't ready?"

Sabrina laughs "Father has to put the kingdom first, there are too many people relying on him." She says

"Ladies, my plight isn't one you two need to worry about, " and he stands seeing me as I walk into the room, just a little too nervous. His eyes roving the length of my body.

"You look amazing " he says his voice deep and husky making me feel a rumble in my tummy.

Dinner was a lively affair with the girls, there was such a vast difference in the way they grew up. Where Leanna was outspoken and caring, Sabrina was shy yet kind. They chatted none stop, always including us, asking us about the days gone by. After dessert the nanny came and escorted the girls to their chamber for bedtime while we stayed enjoying wine. We walk out onto the balcony with the remainder of wine and glasses. "I hope not to offend but you look absolutely stunning" he says and he's too close, his hands touching my hands. I pour myself another glass of wine and sip, and we talk about our children, and its so easy to talk to him. We catch up on the nobles I had rubbed elbows with during the social season and the engagement tour.

We spent the time on the balcony, just relaxing in silence and he pulls me into him. "Liam, there is something I need to tell you" I whisper my heart thundering in my chest. Knowing that he should know the truth. "And I will tell you once I speak with Drake" I say knowing after all we have been through together he deserved to be there so he could tell his side of the story so he would understand why we did what we did.

He brushes a finger across my cheek and it causes goosebumps to flood me, he always did this to me, without intent he sets my soul on fire... Still. He pulls me up, "let me get you inside before I lose all sense of reason and restraint" he whispers his voice deep and filled with need.

He pulls me to my feet and I'm not sure if it's the wine, but I tumble into him, and it feels... It feels divine, his strong arms holding me keeping me from falling, I'm pressed too tight against him its hard to breathe. He lifts my chin and I look into his eyes moved by the pain and longing I saw there. He let's out a strangled cry and sweeps me into his arms, never taking his eyes off me. I'm scared because I know tonight if he kisses me I won't stop him. He stands me in my room, and unzips my dress, then ruffles the bed and lays me beneath the covers like a child. My eyes are drifting close as he whispers "I've never stopped loving you, and you are wrong, I never let you go... I can't" a soft kiss touches my forehead and I float into nothingness.

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Angel123: Hi, BrightLotusMoon!! So...just because I LOVE to read your long sophisticated posts or as you call them "rantings", I'd like to hear what you think about Raph and Mikey's relationship (how they need each other, what makes them so close, ect). I pretty sure that you'd think of something AWESOME and totally true. You already know that I'm a HUGE Raph/Mikey bromance fan, so I'm looking forward to your post! G'night!

Awww, babe, you’re making me blush!

You know, I’ll bet I ranted about this specific thing before, or at least wrote in either CFR or The Lifegiver fics, but since I adore talking about it, I’ll rant again:These boys. Oh, gods. They LOVE each other so much it HURTS. It’s why I always cringed whenever Raph bullied Mike in any incarnation, as if the writers had no idea what to do, especially the 2003 show. And yeah, the 2012 show, a little. But overall, there is just....LOVE.

Like, they are so similar it hurts. But they’re similar in that way that FITS. Passion, enthusiasm, intense emotion, expressed in very different ways. They poke and nudge each other because they can. Mikey’s emotional stability balances Raph’s emotional stability so well that Raph literally needs Mikey to calm and soothe him. Mikey needs Raph to feed into his energy. Fire and Air.

In the behind the scenes stuff for the 2016 movie, the producers said that Raph was Mikey’s protector, which is why they removed a scene in which Raph smacked Mikey on the head, it wouldn’t make sense. Which is why I am so seething mad at a promo scene for the next episode, “Tokka vs The World” in which Raph punches Mikey so hard his head snaps back. Ahaha, no. That’s not how these two are supposed to be. A slap, maybe. A concussive punch, no. In fact, if these two ever go at each other brutally, for real, something is frighteningly wrong.

In most fanfiction, Raph and Mike are the closest specifically because they feed each other’s emotional bursts and soothe the wild energies that flow through them. Some of the best stories ever written were death stories where one died and the other literally collapsed, body and mind, unable to cope. A close second are coma stories, one never leaving the other’s side. Where is that balancing energy? What happened to the wildness? You know. That sort of thing. Mikey without Raph is a long, unstoppable storm with no sunshine. The love and adoration, the near worship, is untouchable. Mikey will welcome Raph into his arms like home, Mikey will do anything to help Raph, to keep them together, even when it means putting himself in harms way. Have you ever heard of a martial arts move called “Sheathing The Sword”? It’s a technique in you allow your enemy to deliver a severe blow in order to deliver a fatal blow to them. Your body becomes the sheath to their sword. That’s Mikey’s answer to protecting Raph. He’s willing to get in the way if it means Raph will be all right. You wouldn’t think that. You’d know for sure Raph would shove Mikey out of the way and take the damage, and he does. He always wants to. But love also means allowing the one you love most to protect you with sacrifice. Mikey doesn’t care what happens to him, as long as his family is safe. Raph is that way too, which usually leads to them arguing over who should protect who. And in the end they just hug and cry.

I’ve never had siblings, so I am unable to comment on why they rile each other up to physical attacks, but I’ve heard it is comment for the “baby” and the “hothead” to wrestle, insult, tease, and chase each other like it’s normal. So I assume Raph and Mike have done this since childhood. Notice how Raph hates to see Mikey cry, how he immediately shields and protects his baby brother, even if he knows damn well Mikey can handle himself? Seeing Mikey injured tends to launch Raph into a rage, because it is something beyond his control. He instantly becomes the worried big brother and his more fragile emotional side comes out. Mikey, in a similar fashion, lets out a very rare, very stunning rage when Raph is hurt, a “you better run” type of fury that nobody wants to see. Mikey acts like a fool and a clown, but that’s all it is - an act. He really does exercise his raw potential, but in secret, away from others. He hones his talents in ways his sensei would quirk an eye at yet silently approve. The ADHD Ninja indeed. And part of Raph knows this, which is why when Mikey’s not looking he will fondly smirk at him with the kind of love you can’t describe, the kind of love and need a planet has for its sun.*pants* Okay, um. Hmm. Anything else? I could keep going. (I mean, there’s the fanfics with them all being lovers, which make sense from a turtle point of view and a “lack of reverse sexual imprinting” point of view.)

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