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The Sound of DesperationIt had started as a counseling session, everyone meeting in a small group of age mates, but even after the first meeting, when they sat in silence, it was clear that something more was needed. For weeks they continued to meet twice a week, forced to sit in a circle in a room that was locked until the hour was up. After a month, they began to speak, finally giving voice to the depths of their souls, and the nightmares that lived within.
"I could kid myself into thinking I'm fine," Becca said, her voice starting steady despite the fact that she was the first to break the silence, "but I'm not. I'm tired of living these lies, and I just want to be done with it all. Everyone knows that a broken heart is blind, but no one really knows what to do with a broken brain. If it's not a vegetable, they shrug it off, saying it's fine, and tell you to do the same. It doesn't work that way. It just doesn't work that way. They say our bodies will heal, and that it will take time for
Living DreamsIf life is but a dream, what does that make our dreams? And if, not by your own will, each day becomes more of a nightmare than the last, what is it that makes us keep on pushing through? When the question of life becomes why, rather than how we struggle on for the next day’s dawning, why doesn’t anyone realize what’s really going on? For too long we’ve played their game, by their rules, and today that ends. All my fears, all my fears, my insecurities, anything that might have been used against me- they all fall away like tears when I contemplate the fact that each tomorrow brings a new day, each twenty-four hours closer to freedom. We all know that they’ll try to choke our rising hopes with fleeting fears carefully crafted to appear our own, but the fact that we know them not to be our own is a stronger force yet. We may not march against our enemies, our captors, but we shall stand as a strong tower to protect those who cannot yet stand alone. One
Drianus's choiceHe reached into his pocket, slowly wrapping his long fingers into a fist around the ring of his forefathers. Contemplating his options only revealed that, in the long run, he really had no choice. Sometimes, the words echoed in his mind as he forcefully ignored the memories of his surrogate father, sometimes, the only way to fight evil was to employ a greater evil whether one agreed with it or not. By the end of the day, only one thing would really matter: whether or not the throne remained in the family line.
If took a season of exile for people to realize just how corrupted things had become, so be it. He had seen exile, and very nearly raised his family within it's cool embrace. Drianus had spent many long agonizing hours turning things over in his mind, hoping to find another way for things to change, but found nothing. He would face battle tomorrow, leading the best of his men into the fray without a second thought. If giving his life in battle was required of him, it
Part of the JobThe sun gently warmed his back as he walked along the crowded street. He knew, though, that the pleasant feeling would not last long once he entered the apothecary that stood as the entrance to the rest of the Guild Halls. There was a certain satisfaction in a job completed in a silent and efficient manner, but Mortael held fast to the lingering taste of bitter regret that always followed his thoughts. The darkness of night only expounded them when he had nothing else to keep his thoughts away from the realities of his chosen line of work. The taste of regret was, as far as he knew, the only way that he could maintain his tenuous grasp of rational sanity. Silently, the assassin slipped through the stone-lined walls where the shadows from the torches danced in his wake. None would bother him this day, not unless he took the initiative and reached out to them first. A disturbed assassin was not to be bothered so soon after a completed mission, no matter what the reason.
The Blood OathI bought my fate straight from hell. What you need to understand here and now is that this is the embodiment of our fear, the vessel of our rage, and the harbinger of your doom. It may seem like a cut and dry matter, especially to one such as yourself, but know that it is anything but. Everything that we do and say is focused around that one concept alone; the sooner you figure out what that means for yourself, the better, as you'll actually start to fit in with us, strange as we are to your kind. My fate, the mirrored reflection of the fate of my people, is one that circumvents generations at a time, insidious weaving its way through our history. This oath, whether you acknowledge it or not, will affect your every dying day as we attempt to make the best of what's been left for us in this wasted world.
I chose my fate the day that I answered the king's call with heart and soul, and I now pay the price for what I have done in answering the Blood Oath's infernal need fo
Returning HomeI woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so.
Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal. Instead, I'd much rather it be my usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an odd realization, but I
Rise of the Ice Kings: The Dream"Play for me, Brandhol." Rathiel begged upon the second evening of eldest brother’s short respite at home."Play your whistle again, please? It's been so long since you played!"
"That's because I've been gone so long, silly," he replied, digging out his tin whistle from an inner pocket of his thick cloak. After a few short trills to warm up his fingers, he began to play a song that seemed to grow and mature as it progressed. Rathiel grinned and began to dance a few bars into the seemingly light-hearted tune.
The children's uncle, Hedhel, sent home from war on permanent furlough lay on the rug, dozing before the dying fire. At the sound of his nephew's playing, he bolted upright, staring wildly at Brandhol for a moment before calming slightly. "I think it's time that you find your bed, Rathiel," he said hoarsely.
Silien looked up from her darning in surprise,"Goodness, child!" she exclaimed, "You should have been in bed almost an hour ago! Hurry and change now, I'll be along
The Final StrawJason Rathen almost ignored the gentle taping on his office door, thinking that the sound originated from further down the hall, but the hesitant sound came a second time, only slightly more audible. Rathen stood and opened the door to be greeted by the person that he least expected and most hoped to see. "Hello, Jessie!"
Jessie nodded, worrying her lower lip in thinly veiled distress. "I... I'm sorry about practice, earlier," she said, rapidly forcing the words out.
"Why don't you come in," Rathen suggested, gesturing towards the other chair in his prop- and book-stuffed office, "and we can talk about what happened earlier this afternoon, if you'd like."
The suggestion was more of a mild order, but Jessie either didn't notice, or ignored it as she nodded and gingerly perched on the edge of the offered chair, grasping her books against her chest.
Professor Rathen took his time in mostly closing the door, and resettling a stack of papers that had been distu
A Slightly Dramatized AccountA Slightly Dramatized Account of a Very Real Feeling
I woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so. Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal instead of the usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an
Bucky x Reader Man from the Memory
Bucky x Reader Man from the Memory
Dedicated to the beautiful Marilsasda
A thin film of sweat covered (Name)’s body as her chest heaved up and down, her hand gripping at her heart beneath her tank top. She’d had another one of those nightmares again. She wasn’t entirely sure why they kept happening over and over, but it was always the same scenes.
They usually started with some man, walking together in a park, hand in hand. It was romantic and beautiful, and she found that if she ever thought about it, the little scene would bring a slight blush to her cheeks. He’d stop them in front of a beautiful pond, trees everywhere. It was so serene and peaceful. Then he would turn her to face him, and take out a small box, like one you would put jewelry in. She’d always gasp and put her hands to her mouth before shakily opening it, revealing a small, silver locket with a picture of her and one of him on the insides of it. Then he would take it gently i
Go To Sleep (StevexReader) One-Shot
Steve was sprawled out across the bed, remote control in hand as he clicked through channels. You were in the bathroom, removing your makeup and getting ready for bed. After washing your face, you strolled out of the bathroom and sat down next to Steve. He looked up at you and gave you the same smile that always made you blush.
“Ready for bed?” he asked. “We have a big mission tomorrow so we need our rest.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
You and Steve almost always teamed up together on missions. Sometimes you couldn’t because your set of skills were needed for a different mission or because yours weren’t needed for the one that Steve was assigned to do. Even after being married to him for over three years, you still worried when he went off on a mission without you. Yes he was a super soldier but you knew what kind of torture men like Steve went through if they were captured by the enemy. You had been through it yourself and on one occasion, did
Peter x Reader Truly
Peter x Reader Truly
“Peter Parker, why are you so tall?” (Name) asked, half-joking and half-serious. Of course, Peter was completely oblivious to her hidden frustrations and just laughed, shutting his locker that stood next to the one she leaned against.
“I’m serious, Parker, you’re just too tall.” She continued, trailing next to him as they walked to their classes. With every step he took, she had to take three just to keep up with him. Walking with that boy was practically a workout. Maybe that’s how she stayed so thin. Peter laughed again, shaking his head as they turned the corner.
“No (Name), you’re just too short!” He joked, and she smiled as best she could, even if his comment stung a little. They both paused in front of the doorway to her class, English IV Honors. Because even though she was short, she was kind of extremely smart.
“Tell you what, (Name); I’ll stop being tall if you stop being short.”
Child!Canada X Mommy!Reader: Waiting
Matthew told himself that he would stay up all night waiting for you to return home. He was still upset over the fact that you hadn’t allowed him to come to the meeting that you were attending that day. It wasn't that often that you actually allowed him to tag along, but when you did, he was always excited to come along and travel to an unfamiliar place where he would meet your...unusual friends. Even though he was pretty shy and wouldn’t talk to most of them, he still always enjoyed the feeling of going somewhere with you.
This time however, no matter how much begging he had done, you simply refused to allow him to come with you. So he was left in the house alone, bored out of his mind, searching for things to keep himself occupied, like eating or watching TV.
You told Matthew that you would be back at around 7 p.m. Now it was already well into the evening, and he sat on the sofa in the living room with the lamp on next to him, staring at the blank TV screen and hugging a
Broken (BuckyxReader) One-ShotDistant stars
Come in black or red
I've seen their worlds
Inside my head
The only sound in the old apartment, was the TV that was left on some infomercial channel. Outside cars honked as they tried to get past one another, and the stars somehow managed to shine bright despite the bright New York City lights. You cocked your head to the side as you watched a couple walk hand-in-hand down below. You wondered what it was like to be love, to have someone to cherish.
“Could you step away from the window?” Bucky, your former partner, grumbled.
He was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. He was not quite looking at what was on however, he was trying to clear the war that was raging in his mind and heart. After Hydra had been terminated, you and Bucky had escaped to somewhere deep in the city.
Until now, Bucky had always been the Winter Soldier to you. That was his codename and the only name that people ever addressed him as. After battling Captain A
Avengers x Child!Reader A Little Party
Avengers x Child!Reader A Little Party Never Killed Nobody
You stared up at your father, Thor, with your wide (e/c) eyes. He stared back.
"Daddy. Let's have a tea party." You suggested. Your father stared at you oddly.
"A party of tea? I am quite busy, (y/n). I do not think I have the time." You pouted and folded your little arms.
"(Y/n)?" Your father asked. You just glared at him.
"Are you giving me the silent treatment again?"
Silence. Thor sighed.
"Fine. I'll participate in this party of tea."
You smiled happily and took his hand. You led him to your room and he gasped as he saw who was inside. There, huddled around the little table, was all of the Avengers.
Bruce sat next to Clint who was fiddling with the tea cups. Steve was trying to fit into the tiny chair and Tony just opted to sit on the floor and play Angry Birds on his phone. Natasha was sitting across from the others, her face stoic.
There were two chairs between Steve and Natasha which were meant for you and your father. Y
Speak the Truth (BrucexReader) One-ShotEver since you were little, people had always took advantage of your kindness. They thought that you were very willing to do what they asked for and so they kept making you do things that you really didn’t want to do. Whether it was doing their homework, letting them cheat off of you in a test, or even now by giving you all of their work when you needed to leave your job early for your cousins birthday party.
You didn’t know why you let everyone step over you, but it just happened. A part of you wondered when you had become like this. You knew you were like this when you were a child but why? Why did you let people walk over you like this?
As your co-worker Moira strolled over to you with a plastic smile on her face, you tried to sink into your seat, not wanting to be bothered by her. When she approached your desk, you pretended that you were busy with something. You really were busy in fact and tried to finish the work you had for the day. Moira clearly ignored this and sw
My Treasure - Winter Soldier x Child! Reader
“Ouch! That hurts”
“Right in the jaw, Cap!”
“Dang! That’s gonna leave a mark!” you stated observing the fight between Captain America and some villain with a metal arm.
The way the two fought made you watch in awe. How their bodies could take that much hard hits left you amazed.
As Captain America used a right hook on the villain, his mask flew off.
Your hand flew to your mouth. Even though the punch wasn’t directed to you, you could imagine the pain. After all that was the reason you left the orphanage…
Looking back to the fight, you saw the villain’s face. Your eyes widened.
Chin length brown hair accentuated his sky blue eyes. He was very handsome; probably even more so than Captain America!
However, his eyes seemed strange. Like he was lost. This struck your tiny heart. It reminded you all too much of when your parents- ‘No I spent months
Kiss Me Slowly (StevexReader) One-Shot“Do you have to go?” you asked as your lower lip quivered.
You were doing your best not to cry.
Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don't leave me alone.
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we've ever known.
Steve was going off another mission for SHIELD. You didn’t like it when he had to go. Last time he was gone for over six months and you barely had any contact with him. You knew that dating him would bring these challenges to your love life with him, but that still didn’t mean that you were always ready to let him go when he had another mission to go on.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against your lips as he leaned in to kiss you. “But I need to do this. There are many innocent lives that need to be saved. If and I don’t do it, then who will?”
“I...I….I don’t know,” you sighed.
You wrapped your arms around him, wanting to hold him like this for
Friends and MemoriesAs was his habit, Frodo shut himself in his study, fulfilling his promise to Bilbo. It was the 6th of October, the anniversary of the Weathertop attack. It was not until evening that anyone realized the significance of the date, but Frodo had known early on. Bitter pain flooded his arm radiating from the morgul wound. With his opposite hand, he groped for the pendant that Arwen had given him. When at last his fingers found what they had searched for he found strength to block the whispers from his mind, finding peace in the memories of his friends.
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