The Way The Wind Blows South
omg the way that these are such beautiful titles 🥹
The Way The Wind Blows South
the way i read this title and my mind instantly started screaming Mayans & Sons of Anarchy Crossover so that's where i've let my brain marinate. Ft. my oc Veronica Winston 💞
After the club that her family had been willing to sacrifice anything for ended up taking everything from her, Veronica knew that she couldn't stay in Charming anymore. The town was no longer a home to her, just a graveyard for all the people she'd ever cared about. So she packed a bag, hopped onto her bike, and peeled off for the closest highway that would take her as far away as she could manage to get. She made it all the way down to the border before she decided to stop somewhere long enough to do more than just sleep. Something about Santo Padre felt familiar, that small-town feeling that she'd grown up knowing and loving so deeply. It felt like a place she could try and start over. But it wouldn't be long until she realized that she didn't get as far away from her old life as she thought. It was just a new town filled with other people's ghosts.
The Lantern Lovers
no matter how hard the world may ever try, they will never take my Harry Hart x John Wick headcanon from me 😌
He was too tired to even feel real panic when he was told that he was now Excommunicado. All he knew was that he needed to leave quickly and figure out if there was still a safe place left for him in the world now. He'd cost himself The Continental, he'd put a target on his back for everyone who was underneath The High Table. It was probably a record of some sort for the quickest someone had stripped themselves of almost all their resources and allies at once. When he started running, he didn't have an end-point in mind. It didn't take him long, however, to think of the one person he swore he'd never ask anything of again. Someone who knew him long before he'd become the man who completed Impossible Tasks. He wondered if Harry would even recognize him anymore, if he'd even let John through the door. He was John's final shot in the dark, so he knew he had to take it. So few things compared to the warm sense of relief that took over him when he arrived and saw the light above the door on in the middle of the night. Lifetimes might have passed between them but, when he needed it most, John knew he still had somewhere, someone to call home.
Hallow Thy Self
all i could think of when i read this was Bucky
Bucky had spent so much of his life with no control over it. Someone was always waiting around the corner to take it from him whenever he felt like perhaps he was starting to gain his own footing. So many years spent existing in his body against his own will. When he came-to in Wakanda, it was the first time in a long time that he didn't have anyone telling him what to do. There were no missions. There was no fight. There were no orders to follow. That in and of itself was enough to provide respite for a moment. But there were still things in him that were broken, things he thought were irreparable until the woman sitting in the grass beside him told him otherwise. She said it with such conviction that Bucky found himself believing her. Even though he believed her, though, he knew that to obtain what she was offering him, he was going to have to do it again. He was going to have to give up control. But she was asking. She wasn't taking it. Maybe that counted for something.
Thank you soooooo much for these! This was such a fun little exercise! Who knows, maybe I'll actually sit down and write one of these out one day haha. Even if I don't, though, this was such a nice time for my brain. Thank you! 💖
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