#5000 years

[airyhfjones]

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Hey! Could you write a mini thorbruce fic from this prompt. "things you said when you thought i was asleep" I love your writing style and I love you sm.

me?? not dead?? in this day and age???? It’s more likely than you think. Mfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh here’s some content. smooch* anon ily2

Bruce stumbled off the elevator into the common area of Stark tower with a blanket over his shoulders and trembling faintly.

Captain America, no, Steve Rogers head lolled back on the couch to look at him from where he was sitting, a newspaper lay folded in his lap. “Can’t sleep?” He asked kindly.

Bruce nodded. His, transformations often left a sour taste in his mouth and nightmares would plague him even for days after he’d manage to return to himself. “It’s, been a while since I’ve slept in such a populated area. And longer than that in a building with other people. I’m not quite used to it.” He supplied, hoping that it could be left at that.

Steve smiled understandingly. “Yeah, I get that certain things can take some getting used to. I’m sure you’ve read my file and there’s no point holding onto the past but, at least you’re not alone, right?”

A loud snore abruptly caused Bruce to flinch and even Steve to startle as it breached the silence.

Bruce turned and noted with great surprise that the proclaimed God of thunder had his head pillowed on his arms fast asleep on Tony’s kitchen table.

Steve chuckled softly and got up, stretching his arms above his head as he walked toward the elevator. “Don’t worry too much, the guy can sleep through anything. Not to mention after fighting Loki and his alien army it seems like he’s had a bit of a long day.”

Bruce sniffed a bit, watching his even breaths for a moment. “I didn’t know gods could sleep.” He mused.

“I didn’t know God’s existed,” Steve said with a grin, coaxing Bruce’s own amused laugh. “I’m gonna head in. Let me know if you need anything.”

The elevator rang it’s arrival and Steve stepped inside, giving Bruce a final wave before the doors shut and Bruce found himself alone with a sleeping God.

A rumbling sound from the table brought Bruce’s attention back to said god, and he found himself edging closer before he could think better of it.

A god, huh? Bruce found himself looking over Thor in what he tried to categorize as scientific interest. He had to admit, he wasn’t what Bruce would have expected. Over 6 feet tall and fit sure. But he seemed surprisingly young, at least by looks. He looked more like a model than a Viking.

They hadn’t had much interaction on or off the battlefield and their first interaction had been, strained at best.

Bruce recalled shivering in the back of a jet while Natasha fussed over him, trying to keep him calm as the memories and sensations post-transformation struck him in waves. He remembered Thor, talking about the hulk, what he’d done, how he fought and so on. He almost seemed… impressed. But as soon as he noticed Bruce wilt as he talked about the hulk he backtracked and contradicted his statements.

And isn’t that Viking like? A small voice in the back of his head informed him. To praise you as a warrior and commend your triumph in battle.

“Oh Thor,” Bruce murmured to himself. “Were you trying to cheer me up back then? To complement me?” Bruce laughed somewhat bitterly, feeling lost. “I didn’t know. It must’ve been rude of me to get upset when you were trying to be kind. Thank you.”

Bruce pulled the blanket from his own shoulders and draped it across the expanse of Thor’s back, lightly pulling it over his arms.

When Bruce turned back to the elevator to head back up to his room he missed how Thor’s fingers tightened slightly around the corner of the blanket.

~

The short-circuiting of the Avengers tower heralded the arrival of their guest with a clap of thunder.

Thor knelt on the helicopter pad, looking worse for wear, as though he had the weight of an entire world on his shoulders. And with the Aether brought back into the world, by Jane no less, he supposed he did.

When Thor rose it was to the sound of rushing feet and when he looked up Tony Stark was standing in the doorway, an iron man glove aimed and ready before he sputtered and leaned on the door jamb. “Look Thor, we really need to talk about notifying me before your arrival before you take out half the electricity in the city.”

Thor clasped his hands in front of him, looking a bit sheepish. “I’m sorry. I know my visit is a bit sudden as well, I didn’t mean to intrude but some, things have come up. I came to let you know I may be gone for some time.”

Tony paused for a moment, giving Thor a quick once over when he didn’t readily elaborate. “Right, well that’s unfortunate. It’s a bit unlike you to come all the way here just to say goodbye though.” He mused.

Thor looked a bit caught out and Tony laughed, gesturing for him to come inside. “It’s freezing out here, you might as well come in for a bit.”

Thor nodded slowly, ducking inside and following Tony through the winding hallways.

“Excuse the mess,” He was saying. “We weren’t really expecting any guests for a while, not that Cap and Nat don’t come and go but, still.”

“We?”

“Hmn? Oh, yeah. Bruce is here, we’ve been working on some upgrades and tweaking something on Jarvis and around the tower. New security detail and all, you know how it is.”

Thor hummed thoughtfully, following Tony into their lab only to walk stiffly into his back. “Tony-” He began before a hand clamped over his mouth. Tony shushed him pointing to Bruce’s sleeping form curled over one of the lab tables next to a flickering microscope.

“Shhh, I’ve been trying to get him to sleep for days. It’d probably be best if we leave him alone for now, I’ll go make some coffee in the meantime.”

“That sounds agreeable,” Thor whispered at Tony’s retreating form.

He stood, a bit unsure to be alone in the lab but he crossed to Bruce’s curled body smiling softly down at him. His face was much more relaxed when he slept, his worry lines faded, replaced with dimpled cheeks and laugh lines. It made something strange in Thor’s chest clench and ache.

He’d admitted, albeit begrudgingly, to Jane that he had felt particularly fond of the strange Dr. Banner of the Avengers team. And that though their time together was often times in the midst of battle or cut short by another member of the team, their conversations were engaging and fun.

“Bruce,” Thor whispered quietly, testing how his first name sounded on his tongue. “I must go for sometime… I’m not quite sure how long that may be, and, I came to say goodbye. I’ll miss our talks and movie night, but most of all I’ll miss you… Bruce.”

When Tony returned to the lab with two mugs of coffee Thor was gone and Bruce had woken up. “Mornin sunshine, want some coffee?”

Bruce turned and gave Tony a small grateful smile and taking the cup and hiding the flush of his cheeks in the steam.

~

The spaceship hummed and whirried in the empty din of space as Bruce sat in his room and looked out at the stars. The Asgardian crew having gone to bed, the scientist felt terribly small and alone after their larger than life adventure to stop Ragnarok. He sighed into the expanse of the cosmos.

Everything seemed, different now.

Suppose 2 years locked in the Hulk’s trunk would do that to him. But that wasn’t all. Thor seemed different.

More haggard and mature than the time they’d spent reacquainting themselves after Ultron’s defeat. Bruce distantly remembered Thor’s quite soothing voice while he assured him that he wasn’t at fault as they sat on an awning overlooking the city. He’d returned from the ‘dark world’ alone and weary. Something about the look in Thor’s eyes and the way in which he wouldn’t elaborate on his journey tugged at Bruce’s nerves that something more than he was explaining was going on. But he never pressed.

Then Thor offered it willingly. As they sat under the sky Thor unprompted told Bruce the details of what had transpired, his friends, his brother, Jane. He spilled his soul for Bruce to examine, and when he offered condolences Thor had smiled sadly and taken his hand in his own. “Don’t be sorry.” He’d murmured to him from where they sat on the cusp of something new.

Bruce flinched at the sound of voices outside his door, one obviously female and one rumbling like thunder. He’d thrown himself under the covers a moment before the doors slid open.

He willed himself to relax and take deep breaths as footsteps crossed to where he had thrown himself on the far side of the bed. His fight or flight instincts were alight with the need to flee but Bruce ignored it, his curiosity getting the better of him. That must be the scientist in his him.

Thor knelt in front of him, and Bruce could feel his hot breath on his hands from where they rested on the mattress. He could feel Thor’s eyes assessing him and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to squirm under the scrutiny.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” Thor whispered to him. “I’ve lost countless things these last few years, far too much, but you. I couldn’t afford to lose you. I’d feared the worst when you dropped like a rock from the space ship…” His voice wavered slightly and Bruce was amazed his didn’t flinch when he felt a large hand brush a curl behind his ear before hovering about his face. “But I’m glad you’re all right. Unbearably relieved if I’m being honest. So, don’t ever, do something so stupid again.”

Bruce didn’t fight the urge to open his eyes. He placed his palm over Thor’s, giving him permission to cup the side of his face, wiping away a stray tear Bruce hadn’t noticed had fallen.

“I won’t.” He whispered back.

“I promise.” He pressed into Thor’s lips.

[erregent]

             gavin buys a motorcycle b/c lets face it he would be the type and he wrecks it one day almost dies but instead just loses an arm big bro comes in and funds a state of the art, top of the line prosthetic that reacts/responds like android limbs (holo-skin, white polymer and plastic, etc.) so he can ‘interface’ with his android partner like he won’t download memories or anything but he can feel for the first time in the fake limb and wow i’m gay

[junryou]

Re-found this doodle and realized I forgot to post it. I JUST REAL-LEA WANT TO SEE LEA’S KH3 OUTFIT HNNNNNN. ALSO WOLF-TAIL LEA IS A THING, MY FRIEND AND I AGREED ON IT.

reblog, do not repost //

Doodle commissions are open, by the way!

[zellestial]

you know... junhong and those lights just gave me an idea for an au... where there’s fairies of all kinds... and all bap’s members are fairies... and junhong is a light fairy... don’t know if anyone ever wrote about this but would be cool or maybe i just need to stop reading fantasy books and sleep more

Late and hastily written but, take a bedtime story from me as a thank you for this inspiration, Monis! Here’s to sleeping more, yet never abandoning the fantasy! ✨

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Summers have always beenhazy for Jung Daehyun. For some reason, despite the abundant memories he’s madeduring the season in the sun, they still only come off as cloudy images of his friends’ smiles, and muffled, shared laughter in his mind.

Yet during the summer night Daehyun finds himself walking in the woods, with directions written over thetext on his phone. Youngjae told him to meet him and Yongguk there in thenight. It’s a great place to hang out, trust us, he’s said. We’llbring snacks too!

Daehyun settled tobelieve in his childhood friends whom he hasn’t seen for years. Moving duringhigh school and college really separated them for a long time. He has nevereven been to this part of this woods, he realizes, looking around with theflashlight he brought with him. The trees are dark green under the moon, thewind is whispering rustled leaves, and Youngjae left delicately painted arrows—which suspiciously smell like crushed petals— onthe barks of huge trees to show Daehyun where to go. It makes things easier, andDaehyun’s glad of it, but also slightly doubtful of what Yongguk and Youngjaeis so excited to show him in the new meeting place.

They never really didgo to school together. They met in the summers of their childhood, in the samewoods, when the eleven year old Daehyun was chasing fireflies, losing alldirections of where he went and where he came from. Yongguk and Youngjae foundhim confused and lost, with sticks in their hands, and just like Daehyun, theywere probably just playing around in the woods. The kids they were in thatfateful summer. The two showing him the way home was the only clear memory he’s had of the season.

And summer became theirtime. Yongguk and Youngjae won’t be there if it isn’t summer, Daehyun hadlearnt. School, they said, and it was in another town. Daehyun neverquestioned it, for some unclear reasons he’s too preoccupied to ponder overnow. They met every summer before Daehyun moved anyway. And before he left thetown with his family, Youngjae and Yongguk came in the autumn to exchange phone numbers with harsh pants because they ran to his house. They never liked running, unlike Daehyun.

It’s a clearing in thewoods, where Youngjae’s text has led him to.

Daehyun has never beento this part of the woods. It’s unfamiliar, and he’s starting to doubt hismemories of the woods. Has he really forgotten the layout of the place he spentso much of his childhood summer in? Coming back to this hometown for the firsttime after years and years reminds him that his childhood had been only faint fragments,but definitely fascinating—he’s sure of it—, for the woods offers so manythings to ponder on and play with. The woods is almost a truly, magical place for Daehyun. Even now.

Even if it’s dark there; and themoon’s bright but Daehyun’s used to city lights illuminating the sky by now, notthe stars and the moon. He figures, might as well forget the city for now, andturns off his flashlight. And it becomes darker.

That’s when in themiddle of the clearing, with the grass slightly rustling; small, little lightsstart flickering alive. Daehyun watches in awe, before he realizes how the fairylights are wrapped around a person.

“Daehyun?” Thesilhouette asks.

Daehyun swallows alump in his throat, confused. The voice is unfamiliar, yet the name is definitely his. He walks to the person cautiously yet still keeping a distance because he’s wary, and now he can see it’s just aboy sitting cross legged, looking up at him with the lights softly blinking aroundhim. He’s looking up at Daehyun with shimmering eyes, reminiscent of the night sky above and thelights decorated his messy, light, golden hair like a crown.

“You know my name?”Daehyun blurts, and looks around. Yongguk and Youngjae is not around.

“Of course. Yonggukand Youngjae talk about you a lot.” The boy chuckles, standing up, and he’stall. A second before he was so small, sitting there with the lights wrappedaround him and now Daehyun realizes he’s a tall, young man who’s shyly dustingoff his pants. “I’m glad I finally get to meet you.”

“Oh.” Daehyun blinks,and he tries to appear friendly despite the wonder of how strangely enchantingthis meeting feels. “And you are?”

The boy smiles and thelights on him twinkle along. “Junhong.”

“Why have we never metbefore?”

Junhong shrugs,looking down at his plain white shoes. “We did. I just never properly introducedmyself because I’m too shy.” He holds his hands together in front of him now,the lights softly blinking at Daehyun.

“W-when?” Daehyun’sbreathless, and somehow there’s a sense of familiarity at the sight of thefluttering lights. Familiar like the woods he hadn’t returned to for years,familiar like the many summers ago when Yongguk and Youngjae found him becausehe was too childish, he chased the lights flying away from him.

“That summer.” Junhonganswers, looking at Daehyun again and he tilts his head.

And Daehyun knows whichsummer.

“But—” He laughs,understanding but not fully. “Why are you wrapped in these fairy lights anyway?”

Junhong chuckles andtakes a deep breath, like he’s about to show off something. And maybe he is. “They’renot fairy lights.” He says and at that moment the wind rustles the grass aroundthem and the lights flicker, before floating ever so slightly off Junhong.

Junhong smiles at themand that’s when Daehyun realizes, as the lights flutter, blink, and start orbiting —as if dancing around—the tall male in front of him; they’re fireflies.

How foolish of him toassume those beautiful golden lights were manmade, especially when they’re litin the middle of the woods with no wires or electricity.

“It’s a little darkhere, isn’t it?” Junhong mutters and the fireflies spread around instantly,surrounding them both with golden light in the dark woods.

“What are you?”Daehyun blurts out of amazement. It feels like a dream. Like a dream he’s hadmany summers ago.

Yet immediately his face turns red,realizing how the question could have been worded more appropriately, butJunhong grins almost sheepishly in return.

“I’m a light fairy.”He says softly and Daehyun almost laughs at the incredulity of it all before herealizes that Junhong’s words are true and he feels it to be true.

“Daehyun!” A voicecalls from behind and Daehyun cranes his neck to look in surprise.

He grins when herealizes it’s Yongguk and Youngjae. And somehow the hazy, yet magical memoriesof his childhood makes sense now, when he sees the flower crowns on both of hisfriends’ heads, and the fruits in a basket Youngjae’s carrying.

“I see you’ve metJunhong.” Yongguk smiles, leading Youngjae to the other two by their intertwinedhands.

“I—yes, and apparentlyhe’s a fairy—wait, will the two of you tell me what all of this is, though?” Daehyun’sbewildered now, because if Yongguk and Youngjae know Junhong, and Junhong is afairy, then they aren’t just friends from another town and why areYongguk and Youngjae holding hands?

Youngjae laughs almost mockingly, his usualattitude never changed even with all the summers Daehyun had missed. “Yes, it’swhat you’re thinking. We’re fairies too.” He tells it like it’s just a passing breeze, but Daehyun’s rustled like a young tree.

“Fairies? The twoof you?”

“This is our woods,” Yongguksays calmly, his voice like the gentle river running in this very woods, where Daehyun would wash his face in after a day of sweating under the summer sun. “And I’d like to apologize for making your memories hazy all these time,Daehyun. Which is why we’re here today, with Junhong, who can light up thememories again. And you’ll remember. You’ll remember all the summers clearly.”

Daehyun cocks aneyebrow, and turns to Youngjae.

“I brought snacks,didn’t I?” He merely says, lifting the basket full of cherries and peaches.

“I’m not sure if I—”

“Come on, we’ll getyou to meet Himchan and Jongup and we’ll talk about everything.” Youngjae cuts him off with a sigh, grabbing his arm to lead him to another place.

And little did heknow, they really went to another place. But that’s another timeto ponder on because he’s got the whole summer now. Including those he’s livedyears and years ago. And the sun, the fireflies, his friends’ smiles, and their shared laughter. Daehyun remembers. 

Daehyun remembers all his summers clearlynow.

[junryou]

I promised @field-of-reeds I would draw Ori 2 art. [ QvQ] Don’t be sad, Jeffery!

[phoenixwithapencil]

Watching Gideon kick fruitlessly at the body of a dead machine, rage and grief not sated by vengeance *aches*. Millenia from now when he and the machine and all else is gone, there will be another boy, another machine, another scream of grief, another empty clang of fists on dead steel, a demand for the dead to return what they had taken.

You want back the people you loved so dearly, Gideon. But was vengeance really the right idea?

(You want back the people you loved so dearly, 9S. But was vengeance really the right idea?)

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