↳ The bravest soldier I’ve ever known ~ Wanda/Phil.

The cup of coffee fell from her hands, hitting the floor with a hollow sound of crashing. Standing before her, the man wearing the colors of the United States in a skin-tight uniform was still talking, but Wanda was no longer listening; her mind had drifted out of focus and all she could hear was his first phrase, over and over and over again.

“Agent Phil Coulson is dead.”

She could not process the information - it simply refused to sink it. Agent Coulson was dead. Phil Coulson. Her Phil Coulson. Dead. One of the many casualties on the havoc that had been New York City for the past couple of days; it was in every possible journal, the Internet, everywhere. Something about beasts falling from the sky and whatnot.

And Phil was one of the casualties.

“He was the bravest soldier I ever-“, Captain America started, but the cellist interrupted him abruptly.

“He was not a soldier, Captain”, she said, between teeth. “He was a man. A brave, courageous man, not a soldier in one of your battles; not a name and a number to put in a grave!”

Steve watched as the red-haired woman broke in front of him. She was crying, grabbing the picture she had with Coulson that was on the nearest table. “I broke up with him because I TOLD him that job would be the death of him!” she muttered, not trying to hide her tears.

He moved forward, unsure of what to do. How to proceed in a situation like this? He knew how to face battle, not give a shoulder to a woman who lost the man she loved. Before he knew it, Steven had wrapped an arm around Wanda’s shoulder, letting her rest on his own.

Completely unaware of the odd purple aura that seemed to surround the windowed Wanda.

↳ Don’t you forget about me ~ Jyler.

“Tyler?” Jeremy asked, as the sun hit him in the face. The windows were opened and Tyler Lockwood was standing there, still shirtless, watching as Denver slowly sprung back to life.

Tyler knew he had made a mistake - and a huge one. He had been reckless, acting on impulse, without thinking. He was following Caroline’s father’s advice and going to the Appalachian Mountains, but his stupidity made him change his way in the last minute; before he could get to Tennessee, he made his way back, until he had reached the last person he should be seeing in a moment like that.

And it definitely wasn’t Caroline.

He wasn’t sure way, though his way always led back to Jeremy - probably because he was the only one he could talk to without being judged. Yes, they had stabbed each other’s backs more than once, he wasn’t proud of some of the things he had said and done to him, but regardless, they had a lot in common; they were both caught in the middle of a war they had no interest in joining, and they both paid the price.

The sex was also very good.

But he shouldn’t have been there - not when Jeremy was trying to build a whole new life, going to school with normal people and playing normal sports, instead of shooting arrows and sharping stakes. He shouldn’t have picked him up in that cafe near his school last night, taking him back to his room so they could “talk”; and he shouldn’t have realised this only now, seeing as Jeremy wrapped the sheets around him, looking for his clothes.

He was selfish. He was stupid. But he could fix that.

“Hey Jer, listen”, he said, sitting next to him. Their eyes met for a second and Tyler could feel his pupils dilating - perks of being both a vampire and a werewolf. “I have never been here, alright? This - last night - never happened.  You’ll forget about everything and move on, OK?”

And before Jeremy could even blink, he was gone - without realising Jeremy had been on vervain for the last couple of monthK

↳ Someone like you ~ Drarry.

He knew he shouldn’t be there.

Every fiber on his body, every neuron on his brain was screaming that he shouldn’t be there - that he should have burned that invitation in the moment he received it; yet there he was, standing in the back of the garden of the Burrow, a predator turned into prey: everywhere he looked he could see is ex-classmates, people he used to bully and make fun of during his time at Hogwarts, just to boost his self-esteem; all of them thirsty for blood, each for his own reason.

Still, it wasn’t them he was afraid of.

Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure why he got the invitation in the first place - probably a courtesy of the bride, putting differences aside and trying to establish peace, even though neither of them truly wanted it. He wished she hadn’t bother: he was resigned with the idea of not attending to the wedding, even if every important figure of the Wizard World was attending as well, relying on the excuse that he didn’t get an invitation. Now that he had one, it was much more hard to pretend.

He managed to held himself together for a long time, that much he could give himself; still, on the last minute, he grabbed his coat and disapparated, right in the borders of the Burrow. He got there in the last hits of the ceremony, when the groom was about to say his vows, before it was officiate.

For a moment the groom’s eyes met him - just a fraction of a second, a instant of doubt on both part. The bride, who had already said her vows, was waiting for him, a bit nervous, yes; in the corner of her eyes she was what exactly was holding her husband-to-be back. If he decided not to marry, would she do something? Would he have the guts to do so?

Those questions were never answered. Harry cleaned his throat and proceeded with the ceremony. By the time he had kissed Ginny, when he eyes once again wandered to the back of the garden, there was no one waiting for him there.

↳ I’ll follow you into the dark - Jily.

for today-is-pi. I’m sorry I can only write sad stuff D:

I still think we should just disapparate, James”, Lily said, as they finished packing up the rest of their clothes. Outside, the Potters could hear the song of kids playing, laughing and running around with not a care in the world; if only they knew what could be lurking in the shadows…

chill went down her spine and she hugged Harry tightly, feeling his heartbeat against her chest. He was calm - much more calm than any child would be under so much pressure. While they’ve been ruining around all day grabbing all they could reach, Harry had stood still in his playpen, watching in utter silence. Only now Lily had wrapped her arms around him, just to make sure he wouldn’t leave.

“You know we can’t.” James’ voice broke. He leaned against the wall, that pressure over his chest taking control once again. “Last time they were onto us five minutes later. And we can’t risk disapparating with Harry with us.”

When he heard his name, Harry tilted his head even so slightly, his hand clutching Lily’s. Downstairs, they heard the sound of the door unlocking.

“Maybe it’s Sirius”, James said, more hopeful than he should be. They had been waiting for Sirius and his bike for the last couple of minutes, but so far there was no sign of his old friend.

For a moment it occurred to James that they may have gotten to Six first - Bellatrix had been on the hunt for his little cousin for a couple of months now and she wasn’t trying really hard to hide it. ‘Please God, let them not have reached Sirius’, James whispered under his breathe, as left the room, the wand on his hand. He was still hoping it was the right Black (or Remus - or even Peter), but luck wasn’t on his side.

“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!” He yelled, running downstairs, the wand ready. He knew it would only gain them a couple of seconds; he knew there was little to no chance of getting off alive.

But he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Not many people know but, in the sewers of London, there has been a Dalek hidden for a couple of years, now. He, a relic of one of their many invasions, has been plotting and scaming a way to get rid of the Doctor and restore the Dalek supremacy - so far unefective, until the day he came across an object on the ruins of the Hub that once belonged to Torchwood 3; this specific piece of technology was used by the types of Rose Tyler to travel across the universes, but the “experts” had no idea how it worked - but the Dalek did and now he is blowing holes across the multiverse, with a sole intention: to make the Daleks rule it all! And now the Doctor and his old companions need to find the help of some unusual partners - such as a boy wizard, two hunters and an angel, two consulting detectives, a manservant and his king and, of course, a girl on fire - to stop the multivasion. Or die trying.

this is one of those really dumb ideas that should be either locked in a room forever or killed with fire.

“I won’t have to kill you”.

The words came out of his mouth in the moment the announcement was made, almost unconsciously. Cato felt the tip of his fingers going numb and something moved inside his stomach; something he could not say for sure what was. He had been worried about the out-coming since the moment he heard her naming getting called; the moment he stepped up and took Tate’s, the original District 2 Tribute ripped, place. He made it so because Cato knew he had to protect Clove above anything else, even if it meant being a part of The Hunger Games.

He intended to be a part of it, alright, but only in the future; maybe when he was eighteen or something. Even if his name wasn’t called, he would offer himself. All his plans were drastically changed in the moment Kirby Kirk picked that specific piece of paper, where the name Clove Evereve was written in a delicate calligraphy.

That moment was the moment he swore to protect her above anything else, even if it meant dying for her. He would even pretend he would win the Games, making sure that in the last minute the victor was her. Clove did not believe in trivialities such as love and he made it pretty clear he did not, either - but there was something on her bright green eyes that made the strongest Tribute melt. Something he would never dare to speak aloud, except for that moment, when he sounded so relieved to hear about the news.

Two tributes would win the games – as long as they belonged to the same District. Considering there was no more than six of them there, two from 2, two from 12, one from 11 and one from 4, it made sense: Katniss and Peeta’s “star-crossed lovers” bullshit was giving views and if there was the slightest change of them getting out of the arena alive, Seneca Crane would grab it with teeth and claws.

He could have pulled something like that off as well, but… face it, love is for the weaklings and that was something neither of them were.

“Whoever said I wouldn’t kill you first?” she asked, with a smirk. She was sitting right next to him, with a knife at hand, shaping up a piece of wood into something that looked like a dart. By the time she noticed Cato leaning over her and locking his lips against hers, there was nothing she could do.

“That would never happen”, he said, getting up and leaving the small cavern they had been hiding for the last couple of days. The sun would sun rise, bringing a new day.

And maybe there was hope for both of them, after all.

in which I try to make some fanfiction. Spoilers of s06e01, some headcanons, some crack-pairings. One shot, not some much like I was expecting, but I’m not used to write with them anyway. enjoy. Or not, you decide.

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