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Soul Burn: Bruised Amanda paced back and forth beside the brick courtyard wall. Her chest heaved, her hair was torn from its usual ponytail, and her clothes were scuffed with dirt. She pressed a piece of cloth tightly against the cut below her eye, a faint trail of pink staining the rest of her cheek. Her face contorted in a sneer against the pain.
Amanda whirled around to face the shadow standing behind her. "I- No, I didn't mean-"
"I'm used to being addressed that way." He gave a small chuckle. "Although hearing it from you is new."
All these months after joining their company, Garrett's voice creaked out of his throat as if he were still unused to talking. But his presence no longer made her feel threatened. In fact, she enjoyed his quiet demeanor. "I apologize. I was angry and... well, talking to myself."
"Does that happen often?" Garrett inched forward, glancing at the b
Soul Burn: Last Moments The bed hardly made a sound as she laid Garrett down atop the mattress. His paper thin body floated, while her weight created valleys as she lowered herself down beside him. Their bedroom was silent, the air heavy; she could hear the rattling in his lungs with each breath he drew in.
"I'm not oblivious, Garrett. I knew that as soon as F'neir died your body would begin to deteriorate." Amanda reached up and cradled his face against her palm, her thumb stroking his cheek. "I just hoped the process would take time, a lot of time.
Garrett snorted. "Hey, get that sad look off your face. I could still kick someone's ass if I wanted to."
Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest. His ribs visibly pushed against his skin and scar tissue. She pulled herself into him, her lips fluttering down just below his collar bone. "Shush. You need to rest."
Soul Burn: Death Amanda sat surrounded by a tableful of councilmen and traveling ambassadors. The only familiar face in the crowd was Logan, simultaneously conducting this meeting while watching over her. Her black clothes matched the bruises under her eyes. She cradled her face against the palms of her hands, hair falling limp against her cheeks. She didn't want to deal with this right now; their arrogant words, their pitying looks cast down upon her, their plans on what to do with him. Him. Just the thought of his name made tears spring up behind her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them well over.
"Well, he may have been a hero, but he didn't exactly have a clean history."
"...can't believe their going to build a memorial in his name."
"Ah, he's just a corpse now. Dead bodies don't deserve much-"
Amanda slammed her fist against the tab
Soul Burn: Choked "What were you fools thinking? Protecting women! Hah!" Laughter rolled out of this bastard, his chest shook with it. "Women aren't worth anything. Certainly not your lives."
Amanda turned her head to view the damage he had inflicted on her teammates. Garrett and Logan sprawled out in the dirt on the floor of this cave. Both were covered in their own blood and barely hanging on to consciousness. Gods damn it! I've lost track of Naz. This was not a situation she wanted to be in; two friends on the brink of death, one missing, and she herself looking this murderer in the eye.
Please Naz, please be alright. I'm going to need your help. Amanda forced herself up off the ground, gritting her teeth. She was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Her muscles began to spasm, voicing their objection to her slow, labored movement. She barely had any strength left. But you have to do this. Y
Soul Burn: Observation Amanda stood in the shade cast by the northern wall the Academy’s emerald green courtyard, watching the younger students practice today’s lesson in physical attacks. She was stationed here not only to instruct and correct mistakes, but also to provide medical care. Just in case things got out of hand. Students were paired together based on their opposition in strengths; they differed in everything from physical size, aptitude, and personality.
“The goal of today’s lesson is for you to incapacitate your partner while inflicting a minimal amount of damage. You’ve trained alongside each other for years; you know their strengths and their weaknesses. Out think them, and take them down,” she paused, slowly sliding her worn brown leather gloves from her hands. “Go.”
Some students dived into their fights, others stood still and assessed their partners. Aman
Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
BBC!Mycroft x reader (BM challenge)
55. Everyone was dancing, but me.
It's not a fairytale, when a man from across the room offers you his hand for a dance. It doesn't matter how sharply he's dressed or his manners. It doesn't matter how his compliments make you blush and look away, or that he's the perfect gentleman.
Sometimes you only wondered if he'd ever let you dance. To play the part of his companion at these events was in your job description as Mycroft's personal assistant, sure. But would he ever take you to a place you didn't have to follow his predetermined script every single time?
"Would you like to dance? I just realized I have yet to ask you."
Your eyes light up as if Sherlock was given a triple homicide, and you took his hand. It didn't matter the type of dance or the music, for Mycroft all that mattered was that he could now put on a show for a minister of someplace who was in charge of something you would never care to look up.
But for you, all that mattered was that dance. You finally but your arm cand
BBC!Moriarty x reader (BM challenge)
185. Reality leaves a horrible taste sometimes
"He's a psychopath who was only using you! Can't you see that? He just wanted to get to me-"
"Why does it always have to be about you, Sherlock? Why do you always have to break the girl's heart?"
"Why do you only fall for sociopaths?"
You turned away from him, but knew it was true. Attracted to the danger and the odd like Watson, but relying on emotions like nobody else surrounded you did.
"It's love, Sherlock."
"I never said it wasn't."
186. Your rumpled sheets.
Your sheets were twisted around your body, and you knew Moriarty was already gone as you woke up. Why would he stay around? You found his clothes gone as you got dressed in your bedroom, then strode down the stairs.
"I will destroy you for trying to poison me and ruin my-!"
Moriarty stopped midway from his rant as he saw you. He then gave a dismissive smile to you before frowning at his burnt pancakes he was attempting to cook.
187. One foot in the water.
Will Turner x reader (BMC)
44. Siren. (the mythological creature)
"They say there's a siren in these parts, a beautiful women whose beauty enchants any youthful spirit into going into the ocean. If anybody touches the water, they die."
Will scoffed at the pirate's story before tying a rope to another wooden post. A siren, how absurd.
"And over there's the river, follow it, and you'll get across. Watch out though, the mouth gets rather shallow, but your ship should be fine."
You gave Will a smile which he returned without hesitation. Jack had given him the task to find a route, these islands seemed to be a maze sunk deep in a haunted feeling. But you, you were absolutely hypnotizing. Everything you did, his actions would mirror as if an obsession. He wasn't so sure why, but you were gorgeous to him. Entrancing like a goddess on Earth.
"I'll show you the path, you just have to cross this river. Come on, Will Turner." You slowly pulled off your outer clothes, stepping into the water. Will was about to follow
[Drabble] America X Reader - Procrastinate "Hey Alfred. We're desperate, huh..."
"Yeah, (y/n). Pretty desperate. Want some McD's?"
"Nah, we're beyond McD's..."
"Yeah, we're pretty deep in this..."
You eyed the material you and Alfred had to cover before the finals tomorrow. The textbook alone was a ton of material. He knew it, but He slept in class all day all year, and refused to study properly before other, less major tests. In essence, he procrastinated. Your jaw dropped when he called at six p.m. saying he needed your help to study for tomorrow's test, but you nearly fainted when he showed you all the STUFF he didn't learn (and had to learn before tomorrow).
Alfred wasn't stupid. He just procrastinated a lot. Too much. Therefore, he didn't learn anything, and failed the class, despite having the capabilities to learn and probably beat out the smartest people in your classes. Alfred was just too absorbed in his dreams of goi
Turn left era (Tenth!Doctor x reader)
"You're her. You're actually her."
River gave you a wide-eyed gaze inside the Library, one you couldn't shake. Appreciation, awe, the look of a women who saw it all but was still somehow surprised.
"The doctor has a lot of companions. Trust me, I'm nobody special."
"No, you trust me. I've spent so many years with that man in his future. You are very, very special. Especially to this regeneration."
"Give me your right hand. And don't ask why."
The doctor waited for you to do as he said, and you saw his right wrist bound by a simple red band of fabric. He picked an exact copy up and tied it around yours, replacing the simple knot on his for two. As if he truly didn't want yours to fall off. He slipped a ring onto your ring finger, a simple ring with a large stone. Inside it there looked to me a whole galaxy.
You looked more closely at it, seeing that small specks of light actually moved it. You cupped it with your other hand, seeing that the li
A Little Romance A little romance never hurt. A little love never made a day darker than it could already have been. A little care, a kind smile, a hopeful glimmer was never far from her mind. She liked the thought of romance – of finding that one man who was both similar and different to her, and could see into her very being and love her still. She loved the thought of becoming acquainted with such a man, of getting to know him and perhaps, bit by bit, discovering what love could be between them.
Such thoughts had dwelled in her mind for years, it seemed, and though she never abandoned the concept of love and being loved, she had long since given up seeking the answer by asking others “what is love?” For every time she asked that question, she received very different answers. Some, the more cynical, said that love was nothing more than a feeling felt in foolish youth when one does not know how to control the wild emotions and hormones that rage within
Lestrade x reader (BM challenge)
"So, if that guy is a zombie, he's a necromancer..."
"Alright, I can live with that." Anderson gave a nod at the nickname as he crinkled his nose slightly at the dead body which just spasmed.
"Who are you looking for?" Lestrade glanced up from the papers on his desk as you came inside.
"... You do know those kind of people don't really exist, right?"
"Ask Sherlock, he believes in him." Believes that a psycho went around poisoning people so they appeared to be dead but had spasms, of course. But Lestrade merely rubbed his temple as if a headache was coming.
"Do as you please, love."
You went around his desk to hug him before prancing off to investigate another crime scene.
-----anybody else get the Hobbit joke?
65. Gunpowder and gunshots.
It hurt, it burned. It wasn't like in movies where people could brush it off. Once the shock worn off, your body became wracked in pain from the gunshot in your stomach. Tears wet your eyes a
Out of the Shadows...And Into the LightNico stood in the shadows, the cold, uncaring shadows. Light didn’t shine here. He was nothing but a shadow, transient. Fading when the light hit it. Scared to face the warmth.
There was a light. But Nico didn’t dare approach. He knew very well what that light thought of him. What they all thought of him. He heard the light curse in Greek as it stumbled through the dark. What an idiot, trying to find his way through the shadows with nothing but the fire in the palm of his hand. Didn’t he know the shadows here were too deep to be penetrated by such puny light?
Didn’t he know that the light was going to be sucked in by the dark and killed? Death followed him. Shadows and death and death and shadows. He was cold. Cold, cold, cold to the core. No light could penetrate the dark of his soul.
The one he loved the most didn’t love him back. And yet still, he’d fallen into Tartarus. He’d survived. Barely. But Nico knew it was pointless to love Percy Jac
Casper the Friendly GhostBattles raged. Blood spilt. Souls fled from their battered bodies. People cried out. Some hesitated. Others charged and took demi-god lives without a thought.
This was war.
Nico stood in it. He felt the souls as they passed into the Underworld to face judgment. He could do nothing. His mission had failed. Roman and Greek blood was pouring out. He was useless. Swords passed through his body as if he was made of mist. No one saw him. No one cared.
Everyone he knew was dying. And it was all his fault.
He looked at the burning remains of the statue of Athena. Octavian refused to listen to reason. He refused to believe a Greek. He’d slain Reyna. He’d cursed Nico as a traitor of Rome and an infiltrator for Greece. Coach had barely managed to escape with his wife.
Mrs. O’Leary, the faithful hellhound, had faced the Roman legionnaires bravely, but she could not stand against 200 united Romans. She’d faded into the ground and back to Tartarus. Nico felt despair and grief
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I can
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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