Source: invictofictionI was browsing through some tags and I came across a post that proposed a series of tattoos for Clint . They were imaginative enough that it got me thinking about the same thing; I talked to my friend, Sharo, and we came up with something a little .. different.
Clint and Bruce, pre-slash. Genfic. Completely un-beta’d because I am impatient and I don’t like to read my own fic.
I realize it is already not Valentine’s Day anymore, but I figured one little one couldn’t hurt.
I was like, “what is a cute sweet couple”
and then I was like “oh, and they should live sadly ever after, like they should be horribly torn apart from one another by some condition out of their control, perhaps he has a medical condition and she has a controlling father”
“perhaps he has horribly unresolved anger issues that result in him leaving the country”
“and he transforms into a giant green rage monster”
“and she’s like “weh” and life is sad”
“and they still have this one precious memory to hold on to that gives them a little something warm in the darkness of the night, even though they really can never be together again”
“and he wears glasses and has freckles because I like freckles but really, just that he has glasses”
“and perhaps they can both go by their nicknames that start with B”
Clint sees the carefully tended cobra lily in a corner of the lab and is reminded, immediately, of Bruce. Compared to Bruce, Clint is an insect- he literally can’t resist, even though he knows it can’t turn out well, he knows Bruce is emotionally unavailable, he knows that even if he doesn’t mean to do it, Bruce will always put Clint second to his condition, to his memories, to his scars.
Clint always climbs back in, hoping that this time will be different.
Fic [pt. 1] | Beyond the Stars. // A Planet Hulk AU. Caiera/Bruce {Hulk} G
Part two of the series. I just needed some good, old fashioned happy times for Bruce and his crapsack life. It’s sad that it needs to be an AU to accomplish that.
Read more breaks aren’t working for me, this is…
BABYYYY
Loki did not usually hear voices from the hallway outside- he thought it was because the room was soundproofed, but it was becoming quite clear that it was just, generally, very quiet outside his little cell.
The voices were talking heatedly, a couple of them vaguely familiar, and Loki actually stumbled over to the door with his head cocked to one side, listening intently.
“-bringing in an unknown element like Doctor Rinehart, Wraith,” a voice said calmly, and it clicked in Loki’s brain. Coulson the Mild. Loki bit his lip with the barest ghost of a chuckle as Coulson continued, “No offense, Doctor, but we already compiled a list of psychiatric professionals for Colonel Wraith to choose from, it will be weeks before the background check clears-”
“I’ve performed my own checks on him, Coulson,” a growling voice that sent an excited shiver down Loki’s spine. It was interesting to note, as he glanced down, that he apparently still had a libido in there somewhere. “Odinson’s care has been placed in my hands so that you or Fury wouldn’t have to micromanage things, so if you don’t mind, Rinehart’s going in there to meet his patient now-”
Source: invictofiction‘I don’t know what to do.’
At first Bruce wasn’t sure he’d understood what Hulk had said or that he was even trying to communicate. It had been several months since they’d really spoken to one another. Hulk was too busy ruling over his hard-won kingdom and Bruce, he was happy to admit, was content to relinquish control for the first time since the accident and to be a passenger without having to worry about the consequences.
It had been a difficult transition for them to work through, initially, not because of anything external, but because they were both so incredibly resistant and unwilling to compromise with one another. Bruce had blindly ignored what was going on around them, and relied on past experiences, stupidly assuming that he knew best. Hulk had allowed him to take over exactly once, as a means to an end, and Bruce learned very quickly that he was the outcast on planet Sakaar.
Source: invictofictionHeavy fog crept along the forest’s floor, muffling sound and keeping hidden the recent devastation from the battle that had raged through it hours previously. Static crackled in the distance, voices calling for survivors and damage reports while beams of light cut through the hazy atmosphere of the forest. Every few minutes one of the trees would give way, each thunderous crack of sound startling the search party.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Avengers alike tromped through the underbrush, dressed in radiation suits, Geiger counters leading the way. They followed the concentration of radiation to an enormous impact crater, several hundred feet in diameter. Fog spilled down over the rim of the crater, pooling in the center, obscuring what lay in its depths.
“We found it.”
A continuation of a fic that I was writing a while back! But now I am writing it again, mostly because I posted the other two bits on Ao3 and that inspired me to write more. Here is part three!
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Loki lost what little appetite he had, picking at his meals but no longer able to stomach more than a few bites at a time. Everything he touched to his lips felt like slime, tasted of ashes. The smells made Loki’s stomach heave, bringing forth images of the old and infirm, their still-living bodies rotting from the inside out.
