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Captain James T. Kirk stared unblinking at the monstrosity that loomed before him, feeling strange in its shadow. The London Archive Building stood in a state of half destruction and half construction as the new structure clinged to the charred remains of the old. Something poetic in that probably, he thought with a slightly bemused smirk. A phoenix rising, and all that jazz. But as Kirk neared the half built, half demolished tower, he couldn't feel less like a poet. This place had been ground zero, less than a year ago, and evidence of the ruthless attack still remained, in the scorched metal, in the scattering of vigils left for victims tha

NOTE: 'This' represents your thoughts. This represents writing. ________________________________ You sat down on the wooden bench at the bus stop, crossing one leg over the other. In your gloved hands, you held a cup of hot chocolate you ordered at a nearby Starbucks. But the actual process of ordering it was quite difficult. Why? It's simple..you were mute. Everywhere you went, you had to have a notepad and a pencil. It gets tiring when you're having a conversation with someone and you are desperately trying to scribble down responses before they get impatient and leave. Sadly, that's happened one too many times and only a few of your f

George came into the room with a bright smile on his face, which was rare for him. You had been huddled in the corner, forehead pressed to your knees. “(Name). He's here. He's come for you. Everything's over now.” Your head instantly shot up with confusion clearly expressed. “What?” “Mr. Holmes and his companion. They're here.” You quickly got to your feet, tears building up in the corners of your (e/c) orbs. “I told you he never breaks his promises. Especially when he makes them to me.” George's smile never faded, his hand resting on your shoulder. “We can finally get out of this pl

You woke up feeling groggy and sick and you knew exactly why. Dragging yourself from your warm bed you did what you had to and got dressed, not ready (or willing) to go and do your job down in the med bay. As you made your way to the mess hall you caught sight of Pavel out of the corner of your eye. “Pavel!” you whisper shouted, catching his attention.   He excused himself from the conversation he was having and made his way over to you. You pulled him into a separate hallway and wrapped your arms around him. “Iz something wrong,” he asked, returning the hug and stroking your hair. “I just don’t feel goo

Peter Maximoff X Reader   Soulmate!AU You and your soulmate have and identical tattoo somewhere on your body You're a botany professor at Xavier's School for the Gifted, with the ability to control plants. Everything from moss to giant oak trees bend at your will. Because you have excellent control over your power, even though you're only nineteen, Professor Xavier let you become a Professor for the younger children, ages ten to thirteen. You didn't have many students, but they all looked up to you. They admired your mutation, and your soulmate tattoo on your neck, for whatever reason, they loved it. It was a silver rose surrounded by thorn

Before Maria could get into it, the owner of the deeper voice returned with a woman in a lab coat who pursed her lips at you, “You shouldn’t be up.” You shrugged a little, rolling your shoulders as you eyed the blonde that had retrieved her while she looked you over. He caught you staring but you didn’t look away, maintaining eye contact as you sized him up like you come to do with most people you met. He looked tense, you assumed he probably still hadn’t had time to fully debrief after the whole mess at the base, and you offered a small smile, “I’m a fan of the new scruff, Captain. Suits y- ah!̶

Though you had been on many adventures with the company before, keeping watch late at night against a cold cliff face wasn’t your idea of a pleasant time. You were sitting next to Kili, glancing between the campfire and the carving he was working on to pass the time. You felt your eyelids begin to droop against your will and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Tired already?” he chuckled quietly so that he didn’t wake anyone. You merely nodded your head in response and groaned quietly when he moved away, only to quickly return to wrap a blanket around your shoulders. “Thank you,” you mumbled, snugglin

Being a servant at Phantomhive Manor was no easy job, especially when Sebastian and you were the only one's who really got things properly done. And of course, being around Ciel so many hours of the day for about a year now, had caused you to grow an attachment to him stronger than you had imagined. There was just something about the now 18 year old Master that caused you to be pulled in by his constant adult-like persona, knowing deep down behind it, he used to smile and laugh genuinely. So far in your year of serving for the manor, you never seen him break through the slightest of smiles. One would think being around their fiancée wi

You allowed yourself to be dragged by Tiger Lily into what you were guessing was the Chieftain's tent. It was twice the size of all of the other tee-pees you had seen and it was rectangular in shape with two arching triangles at the top. Tiger Lily held aside the opening curtain for the tent and waited for you to enter. Inside there was a thick hide rug to sit on and small pillows off to the side by a small floor table to sit on. Larger pillows were stacked upon a rolled up blanket tucked away in the corner. That must have been Tiger Lily's bed. Tiger Lily peered out towards the campsite before murmuring short orders to two well-built tribesm

You let yourself into the flat you share with Matt, smiling to yourself as you think of how surprised your boyfriend will be when he returns home and finds that you have come back from your trip early. You haven’t been away for long—four days to be accurate—and you had managed to extract a promise from Matt before leaving that he will not get himself too badly injured while you’re away. He had acknowledged the necessity for caution in your absence with a smile because you are the one who patches him up when his fights go south and equally as important is his knowledge of how much you will worry about him while you are

            ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*            You groaned as the rod dug into your stomach, twisting to avoid the pain of it prodding your muscles.            “Lesson two,” she chided, leaning closer to your face.            You flipped your head to the side; the feeling of her hot breath blowing onto your neck made you wince, “Keep your feet planted firmly on the floor during hand-to-hand combat, and only kick when your opponent has withdrawn their weapon.”            “Get up,” she instructed, pulling her rod back, “We’re going again.”            “C’mon, Gamora. WeR

Captain James T. Kirk stared unblinking at the monstrosity that loomed before him, feeling strange in its shadow. The London Archive Building stood in a state of half destruction and half construction as the new structure clinged to the charred remains of the old. Something poetic in that probably, he thought with a slightly bemused smirk. A phoenix rising, and all that jazz. But as Kirk neared the half built, half demolished tower, he couldn't feel less like a poet. This place had been ground zero, less than a year ago, and evidence of the ruthless attack still remained, in the scorched metal, in the scattering of vigils left for victims tha

     You had barely heard anything for what seemed to be the next few hours. Those hours were extremely lengthy, and each hour seemed to stretch out even more. There were hushed voices from the three men, but nothing from Moriarty and nothing that seemed even the slightest bit important. Maybe Moriarty had left. Either way, you knew you had to get out, but there was certainly no way to get out of this. The three men out there wouldn’t hesitate to kill you in  a heartbeat if you managed to get out of the restraints and out the locked door. Therefore, you sat as still as you could, trying not to make any loud noises and trying not to put

                It was months before the boys and (Name) had made any progress. She was rough on the little fledglings; it tore her apart the first weeks, watching the tears and listening to their cries. Knowing she had done it and she was not allowed to comfort her baby boys. Slowly everything began to fall into place, once they were ten it was time to get harsh.            “Gabe, Balth, Cas, Luce!” (Name) called, “Make your own dinners tonight! The guys and I are going out!”            “Have some compassion, woman! We’ve made our own dinner every day this weeks!” Lucifer yelled back.          

Tonight is the night to finally let loose. After a seven week ordeal of chasing a notorious unsub in the city of Milwaukee, he's finally captured and the team decides to celebrate. Going out isn't your thing. Your preference is curling up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching your favorite movies. This doesn't sit well with your fellow coworkers, particularly Penelope Garcia and Emily Prentiss. As the youngest member of the BAU, you'd yet to be the adventurous type and disliked the idea of "partying" or "celebrating". The team is determined to bring the wild side out of you. The main reason you decide to attend this get together

Jack’s jaw literally dropped when he peered inside your window, seeing you decked out in fancy clothes for your prom. You wore a light blue, strapless dress, with a tulle skirt that rested just above your knees, and a very sparkly bodice with a sweetheart neckline. You wore white Converse with white sparkly tights; your __h/c__ hair hung down in loose waves. It was at that moment that Jack decided you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Jack’s heart sunk though, when, with one final glance in the mirror, you exited the room, going downstairs and greeting your parents and your…date. Of course you had a date. You