The world will never know the Ryland that screamed for help, begging for it while he was drugged. All the world will ever know is the saving Grace of their planet. The Grace that sacrificed himself for them. Never the Ryland that was terrified as he clawed at the dirt, getting it stuck in his fingernails as he lost consciousness. The world will only know Dr. Grace. Savior of the planet Earth. Never Ryland. And he won't quite fully know himself again either.
listen to the song while you read or i'll fucking gut you like a fish.
sero x reader angst :)
hanta loved his unif sweaters. not loves, but loved, because it's hard to love something with so many now painful memories inside it. he can't hate them either. too many happy memories there. memories of sweeter days. the sweaters are dingy, but homey. lived in, even. vintage finds from that thrift shop you used to take him to, the one by the movie theatre that still sells glass bottles. he still has the one from your first date, back when you could barely speak japanese, and were just about as shy as a mouse because of it. that was months, no, years ago, he thinks, face crinkling in discomfort as your sleeping body shifts closer to his warmth.
he softly smiles, something sweet yet painful, bitter, as he realizes what this means for him, and for you, of course. he thinks back to a few weeks ago when you shared the news about the agency that made an offer for you back home. hanta would never tell a soul, but he cried that night, because he knows you. it's a pain, he thinks, knowing you, but i'd rather not forget either. because he knows what you'll do. and what you'll tell him as you leave.
you'll say, "japan just isn't ready for a hero like me," and you'll be right, because no one could be ready for you. hanta knows that. he's okay with that, but not okay with you leaving. but you're not leaving yet, so there isn't much to worry about, at least not now. time permits hanta a little breathing room, just this once. until it doesn't anymore.
it's a dreadful thing, time, is what hanta believes, because time stops for no one and nothing. not hatred, not passion, and definitely not love. not the love cultivated of a almost thousand lifetimes to want a single being, you, in his presence. time doesn't give a damn, space doesn't give a damn, no one does, so its no surprise to hanta when time starts moving a bit faster than he likes.
three days. three more godforsaken days until the love of his life, the only one who chose to understand him, the only person in this city who saw more than a plain face and a bag of unsolved insecurities leaves, taking his heart with them. taking his sweaters with them. taking his motivation with them. he wakes you out of your slumber as he sobs, muffled cries hidden in the sleeves of a brown sweater that smells of coffee, book paper, and now, the wet tears of an emotionally exhausted boy.
"hanta," you had whispered, "why're you cryin'," rubbing the sleep from your eyes, concern growing on your face as he cries harder.
"you're," he heaves, "two days, you're leav-" he breaks into more tears, breaking his promise to himself. that hw wouldn't make you pity him, becuase this is for you. you're going to be an adult, you can do what you want. you want to go, so you should go.
"all things come to pass," you sigh, tears springing up almost out of nowhere, "with time."
you grab hanta with a vengeance, holding him like you'll never let go, like you're not leaving him behind in less than 48 hours. he sobs harder into you chest, muttering apologies that you silence over and over with kisses.
"but," he takes a deep experimental breath to ground himself, to keep from falling apart entirely,"but i want everything, now, to be alright." the tears didn't stop falling.
Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony Stark & Morgan Stark.
Word Count: 1761.
Summary: His Morgan. His daughter. All grown up.
He’d arrived at the reception of his daughter's own wedding.
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Whatever happened to those extra Pym particles that Steve stole?
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Sunlight shone through the tall windows of the compound as Tony walked towards the large machine that was in the centre of the room, the machine that he had built. A machine that did things that shouldn’t be possible. It towered over him. His own invention that would bring so much good for everyone - that would mean the event that was referred to as The Decimation would be undone. But for him? He wasn’t confident it would do so much good. He could feel that… call it intuition. No, he wasn’t magic, he didn’t believe in fate, he was a scientist.
But when the whole world was falling to pieces just when his happiness was figured out… well, it seemed like it would make sense that all of that would switch as soon as they had all of the stones and snapped their own fingers. Seemed like his happiness was too good to be true, and the moment that the ridiculous notion of a ‘time heist’ was proposed, an hourglass had been flipped and he could already feel the life he’d worked so hard for slip between his fingers as though it was sand.
He could struggle to hold on to it, or he could just let it go.
The others were mourning Nat out by the water, remembering her… they’d be distracted. He had time. It was a time machine, he had all the time in the world.
He’d only be gone for five seconds after all.
He opened his palm to reveal two vials of the Pym particle that he’d swiped when Steve wasn’t looking - the spares he’d taken from the seventies just in case they’d need to go back for another stone, in case someone made a mistake, but they weren’t needed anymore.
Enough for one round trip. Enough for him.
He activated the suit as the machine started up ( he just simply propped something up against the control board instead of telling Bruce about his little trip) before looking over at the door to the large room. It seemed the noise had alerted their resident supersoldier… or maybe he’d come looking for him. He saw Steve open it and start to hurry towards him, shouting out his name - or something, he hadn’t really been listening - but he was gone before anything else happened. Letting his mind draw him away like he’d done the last two times he’d travelled.
Then, when he opened his eyes, he was there. Where there was? He wasn’t sure. He’d just wanted to be shown something in the future, and the machine had done the rest of the work. He strolled around, trying to figure out exactly where he’d landed. Whether or not it had even worked or not...
The suit around him disappeared as he stepped towards the nice building in front of him – obviously some sort of hotel – and he gazed through the large windows that looked out into the dark night of the garden behind him. He knew that, with the lights on inside, it wasn’t likely he’d be seen unless someone was really looking. In fact, with the kind of celebration that was happening, he could probably go inside and still wouldn’t be recognised.
Don't worry, they all come back on occasion to take family portraits.
The olden camera gets invented, the first photo is a family picture with an old toothless with all his kids, full adults, some with faded paints, some with glows of alpha, most happy to be together once more.The picture later on in life gets called a hoax, dragons don't exist, but Hiccup and Astrid's decendant-James Lake Jr- knows evey single one of their names.
This is an idea i had loosely based on pokemon mystery dungeon, where lance has visions of the past or future, and one is about keith. (Sorry for the shitty sketches XD )
i wanna make this into a story, but i can’t write for shit, but ill try.
