BLESS YOU, ANON.
For everyone who’s interested, it’s here.
Gotta go reading.
Haven’t written comfort for too long and my soul mate is ill, so I thought I’d write her a little story. And because I’m bad with comfort, it became hurt. Yup. Also, testing something new.
Title & lyrics are from Vienna Teng’s Lullaby for a Stormy Night.
little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight
It became a habit.
He didn’t exactly remember when they started. It wasn’t really important either. It was just one of their many rituals, one that wasn’t dictated by the traditions of Asgard itself but private, their own.
Undefined - Part 1/?; Clint/Tony (sort of)
I blame Jen for that.
They were alike. Much more than either of them would ever admit. It was just one of these secrets which weren’t any, not really. Something everyone saw and knew but nobody talked about. Why would they? It wasn’t necessary, not important.
It was a very bright saturday. Not so much because of the sun - it was seen, now and then, but mostly hidden behind some clouds.
No, it was a bright day because it was a day the girls waited for for a very, very long day and it was a very wonderful day because that was the day copycatcaffrey and kleinedickehummel who are amazing girls everyone should be following went to see the fan-screening of the Avengers and everything was awesome and asdfghjklöä-like.
Also, there were cookies.
I somehow wanted to write a fanfic because I’m so very happy for them and then I lost it completely and that’s what happened WHAT IS THIS EVEN.