Loki Season 2 This, I Am Groot Season 2 That. When Does My Son Moon Knight Come Home From The War, Huh?

khonsu: BE MY AVATAR OR PERISH!

Taweret: So, anyway, I made you this special costume so you can fight the baddies. I did my best so I hope you like it, you’re gonna look so beautiful on this…

jeez khonsu, I wonder why no one wants to be your avatar

writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

Reblog if you’re a traitor to your sisters 😔🤟

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anyway,,,

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Book: Cacoethes

Word count: 903

Summary: Draco and Isobel find each other after the war.

Drabble, Cut Scene, or Request: Cut Scene. This was one of the original thoughts of an ending of Cacoethes

Her body is aching, and it’s far beyond what she’s afraid she can process. She knows her adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet - she’s still on edge, heart racing fast as the dark claws of panic threaten to drag her to a place she’s not sure she’ll be able to return from. Her blood is pulsing, rushing, racing through her veins and her eyes are closed tightly - head tilted back in a fashion that would have her staring at the sky. She had collapsed onto the ground as soon as she had discovered that the war was finally over.

Her moment of chaos, of reveling in everything she had had to do, of considering her panic, was interrupted by a soft touch on her shoulder. Her eyes opened to show her Neville. She swore she felt her heart start cracking the second she realized that Draco hadn’t found her. She took his hopeful expression in, letting it warm her cooling bones as he offered her a hand out of the hole she was spiraling into.

“There’s a lot of people still alive, Is. Madam Pomfrey needs help healing them. I looked everywhere to find you.” Neville blurts out, making it difficult for her to follow as his words slurred together.

He carefully slung her arm around his shoulders before his own reached out to support her around her waist. The close proximity made it easy for her to focus on his breathing, to concentrate on something other than the ache in her chest from her pessimistic thoughts. She can’t focus on losing her rock; the one thing that never deviated from her life, that never abandoned her in her time of need. 

Her body is worn out. The way she barely trudged alongside Neville shows that. She has to concentrate on her feet, focus on them moving in time with his in Order to keep his pace. She’s grateful, entirely, for him being by her side. For him finding her. It wasn’t the person she was hoping for, waiting for, but she knew that she was just as lucky to have it be her second longest friend. She couldn’t handle losing both of them. 

A part of her wondered if Neville was aware of what she was thinking - he always had that sixth sense of what was running through her head. She could tell he was trying to keep positive and she had to let his energy flow through her. The optimism was what she needed, was what all the wizarding world needed, after such a dark night.

She was starting to get so lost in her thoughts that she barely registered that her friend had pulled her to a stop. Her eyes met his in confusion, unaware of what had caused the tears in his eyes or the giant smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t have to say much. All he had to do was look straight ahead, and her eyes followed.

She swore that her heart completely stopped. Standing there, at the entrance to the castle, was her best friend. He looked worse for wear - his green eyes filled with panic, his uniform soiled by the confines of war, his hair pointing every which way. She knew without a doubt that he had been running his hands nervously through his hair, trying to find some way to ground himself to the world because she hadn’t been near him. She knows the exact moment his eyes meet hers; his posture relaxes, his eyes glimmer with tears of relief. Her whole body becomes overwhelmed with relief, her mind immediately telling her she has to go to him. She has to make sure it’s actually him.

She separates herself from Neville, throwing her body forward without even thinking of the pain she’ll be in from all the fighting. She stumbles, barely catching her balance before she almost topples over. She feels pain erupt all around her body, but she pushes it back - shoves it in some place so dark that she’ll attend to it later, after she’s made sure her best friend is alright. The paces between them were timeless, second-less, and before she knows it she’s crashing into his body.

Her arms grasp tightly around his shoulders, one of her hands even going so far as to bury itself within his ratted hair. His arms lock around her - she can tell one is around her waist, one around her back. And she doesn’t care how tightly he’s holding onto her, because she knows that she is clinging onto him like her life depends on it. His warm breath is hitting her neck, and she can tell his face is hidden there in the crook of it. She’s not sure how she managed to wrap her legs around his waist, how her tired body is so capable of clinging to him in the midst of the pain threatening to overwhelm her.

But he’s here. He’s holding her, hugging her, clinging to her. And he’s alive. He’s breathing and real and tangible and he’s crying. She knows she should pause, she should be worried - but she doesn’t. She lets her wall come crashing down. Her emotions, her pain, her suffering - it all comes down around her in waves, drowning her as she clings to her rock. She knows she still has her home and, finally, she lets herself crumble within the safety of his hold.

Talking To The Moon

Summary:

Fury decides to send Peter, Tony, and Steve on a mission to a HYDRA warehouse. In their attempts to retrieve requested files, Peter stumbles upon a nauseating sight. You have been strapped to a table, face down - and there are gaping wounds covering every part of your body. Steve and Tony soon join him; deciding that they cannot leave you here alone. They bring you back to the Avengers tower in hope that they can save you from the damage that HYDRA has inflicted.

Chapters:

Chapter 1 (coming soon)

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