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The Scars on His Heart

Chapter 2 ~ A glimpse of the Past

Feeling something grab my nose I woke up peering down to see a small hand touching me.

 "Good morning little one." I smiled as I looked into his beautiful grey eyes. 

He giggled at me, smiling lightly as he heard my voice. Looking towards the small window I noticed it was Dawn. I stretched and sat up. Checking his cloth diaper I changed him into a clean one. He watched me quietly as I worked. Booping him on the nose I smiled as he laughed. I got up off the floor and started to prepare a bottle for him. It was a long process but it had to be done. I started boiling the water with a small portable burner I had managed to precure. While that was warming up I added powdered formula on a clean bottle. I checked on the baby to see him watching me intently. I was grateful he was so quiet. It helped keep us safe from predators and allowed me to sneak around human settlements. After my last group had gone to shit, I had decided to keep to myself. It was safer that way. You didn't have to worry about someone stabbing you in the back literally. Of course there was strength in numbers as a group of men found out when they discovered me alone in the woods. I shook my head quickly, focusing on the task at hand. There is no good in dwelling on the past. I reminded myself quietly. I was taking care of someone else now. I had no time to feel sorry for myself.

Now that the boiled water was clean from any harmful bacteria I let it cool to a lukewarm temperature and filled the bottle. Shaking it well I made my way back to the bed and checked the temperature again against the skin of my inner elbow.  I was satisfied it was not too hot. The baby looked up gurgling happily as he saw the bottle. He reached up to grab it. 

"Is someone ready for breakfast?" I said while moving him to my lap using my right arm to hold his head up. 

I grabbed the bottle and he latched on to the nipple eagerly grabbing it with his small hands as he made happy noises. Even though he wasn't mine I still thought of him as my son. He was what was keeping me going in this dark new world we live in. He gave me a purpose to live and try to find the light in this darkness.

We were on a journey to the redwoods across the golden bridge. Before I had found him I had wandered around not really caring where I went as I tried to find enough to survive. I had come across his injured mother as she was giving birth. It looked like she had been shot in the chest and was slowly drowning as her blood filled her lungs. I had stumbled upon her in a worn house. I had gone in looking for supplies and found her. When she saw me she quietly observed me as she struggled to breath. I had put my knife away as I raised my hand to show her that I meant no harm. I noticed the baby's head breaching as she struggled to push him out. Seeing the umbilical cord around its neck. 

"Wait...the cord is tied around the baby," I said, my voice cracking from misuse.

 I knelt down in front of her slowly so she could see I was trying to help. She watched me wearily baring her teeth in pain as she felt another contraction. I grabbed the cord and slowly unwrapped it from the baby's neck. 

"You can push now." I said, supporting the baby’s head as she grunted in pain.

 Three more pushes and the baby was free. She panted as best she could as she looked at me and held the baby in my arms. He cried as I cleaned his mouth before handing him to his mother.

"Congratulations, it's a boy…" I smiled at her weakly, sadness filling my heart, noticing how pale she was. 

 She took the baby and smiled in return. She held him softly in her arms. 

"Th....ank you.." she rasped, her voice sounding watery and calm.

We looked at each other knowing she did not have much time left. We sat there quietly as she hugged the baby against her until her last breath. When the light left her eyes I slowly took the baby from her arms letting a few tears fall. I had gathered from the ransacked house that someone had stumbled upon her and shot her. All because she was an ape. Most humans blame the apes for the simian flu even though in the beginning before the end it was discovered to be man made and at no fault to the apes who were experimented on. Looking down at the baby bonobo, I noticed his gray eyes peering up at me as best he could. I lightly ran a finger against his cheek as I thought. I had to find a safe place for him. If we were ever found he would be killed instantly just because he was an ape. No where in the city was it safe really from any danger. The redwoods though....no one should be there because of how big the forest is, I thought. It would be perfect. As he got older he would have room to run around and be an ape. There would be fish to eat and maybe I could manage making some sort of shelter for us. I wouldn't have to worry about my own kind killing me for the few items I have. I flinched as I felt something against my finger. Looking, it was the baby ape wrapping his small hand around my finger. He held on tight as he examined it.

 "We need to think of a name for you little one." I said softly as I watched him.

 Hearing my voice he looked at me cooing at me curiously. Giving his mother a sad look I quietly made my way out of the house. There was nothing else I could do for her but give her a proper burial and take care of her baby. I had to find supplies and a safe hideout for us both.

Coming back to the present I finished feeding him and burped him. Rocking gently to lull him to sleep, I placed him down on the blankets and got to work packing for us to continue our journey..

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[darkspiritdemon]

The Scars on His Heart

A/N: So after watching War for Planet of the Apes I couldn’t help but think about Koba not getting a happy ending after all.

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Water was scarce at the moment and supplies were running low. I had traveled too far to give up now. I could handle a few more days without food and maybe water, but that was not an option for the baby. I was glad at least he was keeping quiet at the moment. The last thing I needed was any attention brought on to us. It was hard enough trying to sneak around in the dark. When movies were a thing, they always made it look so easy sneaking around killing people and stealing stuff. Not that I was trying to kill anyone but, If my baby was put in danger I wouldn't hesitate. 

Holding my knife firmly I slunk my way along the car door. Quickly peeking to see if I was clear. As I peered into the broken car doors I placed my right hand on my precious cargo, making sure he was still snug. I had fashioned a criss crossing baby carrier type thing out of a long piece of cloth I had found, that held him against my chest. Feeling his slow breathing I crept closer to the group of men I had stumbled upon. I had been watching and waiting for hours in the woods to have an opportunity to grab some supplies. So far out of the group of eight, one man was left to watch. Thankfully he was starting to nod off as it got later. I was nervous by the number of men that could easily overpower me if I'm caught. I couldn't wait any longer though since it has already been a full day without food or water for the little one. 

In my experience from this fucked up world, I could not trust anyone. Ever since the simian flu spread, everyone seemed to become animals themselves. People fighting over food and killing or stealing to take what they needed. As if only the strongest and most ruthless could survive this world. I didn't want to go down that path. I almost did because of what had happened to me. I had made the mistake of joining a small group of people thinking we could survive peacefully. As things got worse and food scarce people became desperate and started to fight one another. I couldn't stomach any more of the violence so I went my separate way alone. I had learned the hard way that being all alone was also difficult and dangerous. Not only to survive but, to also protect oneself from the monsters. Human monsters prey on the weak and innocent, especially if you are alone.

Shaking my head from my memories, I got back to reality and my current predicament. Looking quickly over the rusty car hood, I confirmed that the guy on watch was asleep. Quickly, I made my way to the front of the car. A few men had placed their bags in a pile near the car. I crouched down and slowly made my way to the pile. The light from the fire helped me see where I could step quietly. Getting to the first backpack I quietly placed it on my back then grabbed two more for each hand and slowly made my way back to the side of the car. Feeling a little lightheaded I had to remind myself to breathe or else I would pass out and crush my baby. Keep calm...almost there,  I thought to myself as I neared the cover of the surrounding woods. As soon as I reached the trees I stood to my full height of 5'1 and ran as quietly as I could deep into the trees and surrounding buildings.  All my senses were on overdrive, making my muscles tense. I wouldn't be able to relax until I made it back to our shelter. There were not only people to worry about in the woods and abandoned buildings. Other predators such as wild dogs or mountain lions were a threat. Reaching my little hideout, I quickly opened the abandoned apartment building. It was the perfect and safest place I have found at the moment. It had most of the doors and windows boarded up from people trying to prevent the virus from spreading. As if that would have helped, I snorted. There was a small window that I could squeeze my way through and then securely close behind me. I pushed the bags through first. Flinching when they made small thuds on the other side of the wall. Then I put my knife back in its holster on my thigh. Putting a hand protectively over the baby's head I  pushed myself up into the small window and maneuvered myself slowly to the other side.

Once I reached the other side I used the latch on the window to secure it closed. It wouldn't do much to stop someone from breaking in but this small opening helped ease my stress. I could squeeze myself in even if it was a tight squeeze around my waist. Even though I lost so much weight from not eating regularly, I still had my large hip bones to worry about.  If anyone broke in and decided to squeeze through, I was confident I could take them because of how small they would have to be to get in.

 Letting out a breath to try to relax, I moved my hand against the baby's head checking to see if he was alright. He stirred a bit and yawned snuggling into my chest. I carefully pulled him out of the harness and placed him on the makeshift bed on the floor where we slept. Covering him with a blanket, I turned around and started looking through the bags. I smiled to myself as I found what I needed. Three makeshift canteens mostly full with water, some dried jerky,  and a few cans of food. Their contents are unknown because of the ripped off labels. There were a few sets of clothes, all too large for my short frame but I would use them because I needed new clothes. A hatchet, two hunting knives and a small pistol with a few extra rounds. The best find of all was a small med kit. Inside it had the basic necessities for wrapping wounds and it also had pain pills and a small vial of antibiotics. Sighing with relief with my loot, I took off my black hoodie and boots. Drinking a bit of water from one of the canteens to quench my thirst. I laid down next to the baby and wrapped him protectively against my chest. Closing my eyes I quickly fell into a deep sleep......

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I'm a shipper and I am proud!

I wanna see something

Reblog/like if you ship SasuNaruHina? Also known as NaruHinaSasu, SasuHinaNaru, NaruSasuHina… OT3s have confusing ship names.. Anyways, there’s gotta be more than just a handful of us, because NaruHina, SasuHina, and SasuNaru are all so beautiful, its almost impossible to split them, look how adorable each is:

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Me gusta Naruto, pero con tanto de relleno le he perdido el gusto al anime, pero el manga aun lo sigo n.n, soy de las parejas crack y la sasuhina y la gaahina son mis favoritas. Sakura no es la chica  que esta entre mis favoritas, pero tampoco la odio c:

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This is Superman.

Superman is a tiny tiny little rooster who unfortunately was a little bit stunted in the growth area when he was a little chick.   

Brother and sister, born at the exact same time.

He eventually caught up but by then the flock had basically bullied him so much for being tiny he’d been entirely ostracized and turned into a complete loner so now he has to live all by himself over with the cows, but he doesn’t care one bit because now he’s the leader of four big brown four legged chickens and honestly who can say that.

Also he’s super-cuddly.

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Yeeeeesssss!!

GUYS

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JUST

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I want more!!!!

OMG PROMPTS YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU. wintershock nobility #1??? <3 <3

@bloomsoftly PROMPTS TIMES YES!! ALL OF THE <3 <3 <3 TO YOU TOO BB (this one’s a bit different from the style I’m used to but i hope you like it!!!)

Prompt: Nobility themed, #1,  “Your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: T

Notes: Nobility/Fantasy AU

“So he’s arrived today at court. At the palace. My palace,” Darcy said, turning to her Advisor.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied.

Darcy frowned. She heard many things of this Prince James Buchanan Barnes and she was mostly certain none of it could be true.

Just the other morning, she’d hid in the corridor to listen to the maids talking about him as they were dusting in the music room.

“I heard he and his brother led their army over the Northern Pass during a blizzard and did not lose one man,” Ingrid said breathlessly.

“I heard he fought off a dozen men with his bare hands and won. And that a wizard gave him an enchanted arm of silver and his brother hair of gold,” Emmaline added in an awed whisper. “…They – they call him the Winter Soldier.” Then in a softer, dreamier voice, “They say he’s as tall and strong as a bear and his eyes are like glaciers.”

“Why, Emmaline! You naughty girl!” teased Ingrid.

“Oh, hush!” giggled Emmaline and Darcy left after that, leaving the girls to the rest of their work.

In the receiving room, Darcy now waited for that fearsome sounding man. He’d probably arrive cloaked in bearskin and covered in dirt or something, the barbarian.

“Well. There’s nothing to be done about that, I suppose.” She stood in a rustle of silk and faille then glided her hands over the front of her gown, over tiny pearls and embroidered roses.

“We’ll just have to throw him in the dungeon,” she continued breezily, flipping her curls over her shoulder. “The dark one. With all the spiders.”

Coulson merely raised one brow and intoned drily, “You know we don’t have dungeons.”

“Then I’ll build one! I’m the Queen! At least for a little while longer. I can definitely build a dungeon where some snivelly little Prince from an invading country can rot forever in the dark! Write that down, Coulson – a dark dungeon!”

“Might I remind you that you signed the Treaty and invited him here? And that the country needs the force of his armies?”

But Darcy was on a roll and elected to ignore Coulson’s logic. She tapped a finger to her chin. “Oooh! The Rack! Let’s bring back the Rack!”

“No, Your Majesty.”

“Not even a little one? Just for his legs or something?”

Coulson let out one long-suffering sigh.

If it was meant to chastise her, Darcy wouldn’t know. She’d heard that sigh for most of her life and was immune to it by now.

It was actually Sigh #21. Not as serious as Sigh #1 (The “You Must Stop That This Instant You Are the Leader of Your Country” Sigh) nor as lighthearted as Sigh #32 (The “You Amuse Me, But I’ll Never Say It” Sigh).

“Please, please, be civil. The welcome dinner is tonight – “

“Seat him between the Baroness Mowbray and the Duke Thornton. Perhaps he’ll flee the country out of sheer boredom.”

“And must I remind you that he has large armies and gold which our country needs at the moment?”

Darcy glared at him, then after realizing that she wasn’t going get any reaction other than his usual placidness, turned to glare at the dour portrait of her great-great-grandmother.

“Yes,” she ground out. “That’s the second time in five minutes you’ve mentioned that. He deserves the spidery dungeons. Who does he think he is?! We’ve always been neutral and we haven’t needed his stupid army or his stinking gold or his dumb – “

“Your Majesty –“

“Stupid face –“

“Your Majesty –“

“Or his so-called magical –“

“DARCY.”

“Yes, Coulson,” Darcy sighed, turning. “Oh!”

Standing there slightly behind Coulson was a man who could not be anyone other than the Prince.

Prince James was tall, but not as tall as a bear. His shoulders were broad under his black coat. His eyes, though – his eyes were a steely grey-blue, seeming even more light due to his dark brown hair that framed his face. He had obviously not had time to groom, but the days of growth on face only served to accent his already angular jawline, the slight dimple in his chin.

And Darcy could only think to herself, oh, if Emmaline only knew.

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YAY! Prompt. I'm terrible at prompts.

Did you know that I’ve been wanting to write a shieldshock story for you??? Still I require strict guidelines otherwise I get all crazy like.

I got all crazy like, my rainbow barf twin. This is quite long, and also, ABSURD. I hope you like it! <3

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Rating: T to mild M

Nowadays, there were only really two things Steve didn’t understand in the twenty-first century.

The first was dragons.

Or a dragon?

Apparently the world wasn’t so sure how many were around.

But there was definitely one dragon living on earth and that was one more than Steve ever would have believed before the ice.

It…she, if Thor was to be believed, was half submerged in a curve of The Pond at Central Park, sinuous spiked tail beating happily at the water, making little waves rise up to the shore where tourists and locals ignored the police—and the Avengers, and the Fantastic Four, and SHIELD—and took pictures.

“It is a very fortuitous thing to have a dragon’s approval,” Thor was attempting to reassure the Chief of Police.

“Because it isn’t razing the ground with fire and brimstone?” Clint muttered under his breath.

“They bring good fortune,” Thor said, raising his voice and shooting a look at Clint. “And are fierce protectors.”

The dragon certainly looked fierce. And also…unfathomably beautiful. In the water it was impossible to tell how big it really was, but it lounged in the pond (roughly the size of a small city block) like someone might spread out in their hot tub. It reminded Steve of a dove. An enormous, glittering, steaming, terrifying, razor edged dove. But with glimmering gray scales that seemed almost soft to the touch as the light shifted over them casting violet and teal rainbows. Its neck was long, stretching up to the tops of the trees above them, and its body was curled like a cat’s.

It rolled, revealing a translucently opal plated belly that glowed orange and golden with every breath, and made the tourists shriek happily as the water rose up to their toes. Its neck lowered, heavy head—amored with peacock blue horns that rose and flattened with its expressions—drooping down to the ground, making people scatter back from the pond.

It settled itself in the water just in front of Steve. She. She. She blinked electric yellow eyes at him, settled her fangs over a leathery jaw, and huffed sulfur smelling summer heat at his face out of two nostrils. And he felt suddenly certain that this was a…lady dragon.

And then he realized that those gleaming white fangs, the size of his own forearms, were only a couple feet away.

“Steeeeeeve,” Clint hissed from several yards behind.

“She honors him,” Thor said. But he sounded less sure than he had a moment before.

The dragon’s head tilted, water sloshing at her cheeks, and then wiggled forward and lifted as Steve held as still as he possibly could. She snuffled at his shield, held uselessly in front of him, and the heat burned gently through the vibranium at his arm.

“What’s she…?”

She bumped her nose against the metal, directly center at the star, and Steve stumbled back a step.

“She would like your shield,” Thor said. “As a gift.”

“I can’t-“ he started, and then he realized he was speaking to Thor and that seemed rude. “I’m…I’m afraid I need to hold onto this…ma’am.”

“Jesus,” Clint whispered.

The dragon pulled away and huffed slightly. Steve winced, more from the heat and smell of rotten eggshells and ash, than from the gesture. She retreated, back into the water, rolling again and batting a splash of water at him with her tail.

Thor returned to Steve’s side as he wiped his now sodden hair off his forehead.

“You did very well,” Thor said. His forehead furrowed as he watched the dragon who was now clearly focused on her bath and not her audience. “You may…want to keep a very close eye on your shield.”

Steve blinked. “It’s not like she can get into the Tower. Right?”

Thor looked caught between a laugh and grimace. He only shrugged and moved to sit on a park bench and watch the dragon splash a wet wing at a cluster of brave children inching toward the water.

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The second mystery of the modern era was Darcy Lewis.

Small, beautiful, effervescent and wordy one day, quiet and watchful the next. Steve had to admit he didn’t really know what she did. Thor said she was extremely valuable and left it at that. Tony agreed to let her stay when he realized she left delicious snacks in convenient places, but otherwise allowed him to work uninterrupted.

Steve wanted very badly for her to pay attention to him. So, naturally, he spent as little time around her as he could politely manage.

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Right?

Does Darcy even bake?

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Or your younger siblings. 😆

When you’re reading smut and smiling like crazy as your mom or dad passes by and calls you out:

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Yes!!!!

So, one night Jane and Darcy are a bit drunk and start trying to figure out which Avenger is what Disney character.

“Okay, Darcy…. But why?”

“Because Tony is clearly Kuzco.”

“… Okay. Yes. Obviously. Is Natasha the Little Mermaid?”

“Why? Because of the hair?”

“Mostly?”

“Come on, Jane. I’m sure we can come up with deeper symbolism than that.”

“Anastasia?”

“First of all, not a Disney movie. Second of all, with the memory loss, obviously Bucky is Anastasia.”

“Ooh, yeah. I like it. As long as Clint isn’t Merida. We can do better than that.”

“No, Clint is the boy from Brave who got a bullseye by accident.”

“Wee Dingwall?”

“You remember his name?”

“I liked that movie!”

“It did have a lot of plaid in it.”

“Shut up.”

“Is Thor Hercules?”

“Actually, I think Thor is more of a John Smith.”

“From Pocahontas?”

“Yes.”

“Why? The hair again?”

“No! Because Thor was raised in a society that he considered to be much more advanced than ours and he was only looking for adventure without regard for the people who happened to be here already and he learned that mortals aren’t savages after all… And also the hair.”

“You’ve given this some thought.”

“I’ve been trying to place Thor ever since we started this conversation.”

“You can paaaaaaint…”

“Darcy no.”

“With all the colooooors…”

“Darcy please.”

“Of…”

“Don’t.”

“The…”

“Shut up.”

“Bifrost.”

“I hate you.”

FRIDAY jumps in. “Captain Rogers is Hercules. They both turned from a skinny outsider into a buff Wonder Boy.”

“Oh yeah! Zero to hero in no time flat!”

“Zero to hero, just like that!”

After, FRIDAY starts playing Disney music at odd times. Tony is haunted by Kuzco’s theme music, Bucky can’t figure out what the hell “dancing bears” have to do with anything, and Steve is frequently told he can go the distance.

Darcy finds it hilarious until FRIDAY starts playing “I Won’t Say I’m in Love” at her.

“Oh hell no. You’ve got all your wires crossed. I am NOT interested in Steve. Like, at ALL.”

FRIDAY doesn’t say anything; she just turns up the volume.

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I need all of them...

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