Stiles' hands don't shake when he kills Theo. They're steady as he slits his throat, watching impassively as the blood drains onto the nemeton's stump, soaking into the dry, jagged rings.
His hands don't shake when he presses them against the blood-soaked stump, murmuring in a dead language he only knows because of the nogitsune. Magic flows from him, charging his words, his blood sacrifice. It seeps into the nemeton, cleansing and healing it, purging decades of misuse and abuse.
His hands don't shake as they call up the earth, revitalized from the magic he just poured into the nemeton, to swallow up the body he'd kicked to the ground, dragging it deep under the forest floor.
Before he leaves the clearing, he pulls a bottle of water from his backpack, washing Theo's blood from his hands. They don't shake then either.
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02 Aug 2020
30 Jul 2019
Harry Lokëson is not, whatever the Midgärdian man with the ridiculous beard may say, some prophesied saviour of wizards. He is the son of Loki Laufeyson, trickster God of lies and chaos, and while they are not bound by blood, they are father and son nonetheless.
But Harry cannot deny that his abilities are not usual for a Midgärdian; not even one who has spent his life surrounded by magic, and who wields as many charms and enchantments as him.
He is no saviour, he is no Potter, and he is certainly no hero-
But he may be a wizard.
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31 Jul 2020
Clint finds himself spiraling into a deep depression after the Battle of New York...until the Winter Soldier ends up saving him and inadvertently giving him a new purpose – to save the man that the Soldier had once been – Bucky Barnes.
Not one to be outdone, the Soldier decides that his new mission is to ensure that Clint remains alive himself. Protecting a blonde man with a self-destructive streak is somehow very familiar to him.
Through the back and forth of who is saving whom they cross the country and learn more about themselves and each other – and perhaps find a reason for living.
29 Dec 2018
“It’s your turn to do the dishes,” Clint mumbled around the too-hot pizza pocket that he stuffed into his mouth anyway. It scorched the roof of his mouth, but his stomach muttered up at him Worth it. Bucky rolled his eyes, long-suffering and just plain done.
“Dude. It’s so not my turn. Especially when you consider that I don’t even eat food.”
“Oh, are we playing that game again? Yeah? Well, I can play that game, too. ‘Oh, look at me, I’m a vampire! Bleah, bluh-bleah!’” Clint made big, spooky eyes and draped his forearm across his mouth like a cape for emphasis.
Bucky face-palmed. “Don’t make me hurt you, Barton.”
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
11 Jan 2019
Written for the MCU Kink Meme on Dreamwidth.
prompt: Clint is the Average Joe of the team, a real human with no insane powers or armour, and he isn’t in the spotlight often, but the team has gotten used to his extremely dedicated fan following, who write letters and send dumb gifts (pizza shirts, handmade purple mugs, knitted hats and stuffed versions of himself...) and he adores them, rambles about them on social media.
So he starts dating Bucky, which of course gets out, and Bucky is shocked to find the gifts start being matched sets, the fans taking to him so fast it makes his head spin, and he’s just so happy???
Just... Clint’s fans appreciate his choice in boyfriends and want the best for both of them.