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bakerstreet2015-04-03 10:11 am
GAVE ME FREEDOM
![]() Before them, you were trapped. It could have been a physical sort of entrapment, like being a slave or an experiment in a laboratory or bound in a cage, or you could have been subject to your own darker thoughts. In the end, though, after them, you were freed all the same. They didn't have to do that, go out of their way to save you, but they did. And not just that, they empowered you to reach out and grab your own freedom, too. They put themselves in danger for you - and they may not have even known you then. You can never repay them, yet some stubborn part of them may want you to try. Still, is it only that you want to be even...or has the bond you feel towards them grown stronger, into lov- just grown stronger? They taught you how to go for what you want. Will you do that now?
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Bruce Banner l MCU l ota
Oliver Queen l Arrow l ota
Castiel l Supernatural l ota
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But Gabriel taught Castiel how to play dead from an early age. Tossing away the stake covered in dead man's blood, Gabriel offers Castiel a hand to help him up.
"Well, that could have gone better." He says, although he doesn't sound all that annoyed. Castiel is safe and the Hunters have left town, so it's not exactly a problem. They still killed the douche they came for, so really, it's win-win.
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Makoto Tachibana | Free! (merman au) | m/m
Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA
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daww i made it less actiony.
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derek hale 🐾 teen wolf
clint barton | mcu
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Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow | MCU
Warren Worthington III/Angel | X-Men
Waylon Park | Outlast: Whistleblower | OTA
I imagine he'd be suffering from some nightmares and trauma after the canon events, so help with that would be swell, too. A shipping note.]
The Eleventh Doctor || Doctor Who
Short brackets only for this one preferred]
Loki | MCU/American Gods | OTA
dean winchester | supernatural | ota
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Yitzhak ★ Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Elijah Mikaelson l The Originals
Tommy Shepherd | Marvel 616
Darcy Lewis | MCU
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Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series l OTA
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Enjolras | Les Misérables (AU)
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If only being too tired to think would stop it from happening. It didn't, and he didn't just think, he obsessed, in a murky, circular pool of confusion. This didn't feel real, but he couldn't tell which part of it he doubted. Was it the car ride, and the cool air, and Enjolras's flaming eyes, and Cosette's arms around him? Or was it the four nights in the basement that came before?
And was that even four nights? Grantaire thought so, but it was hard to tell. It was four times, anyway, that they fed him, and waited, and bled him out. A part of him doubted he could have kept track of even such a small number of incidents, with any accuracy. On the first day, he was sure of the time. A gap in the covering on the one small opening in the top of the wall leaked a stream of sunlight that traveled slowly up his arm, until late afternoon, when the sun passed to the other side of the house, and was hidden by trees. It still wasn't gone, until evening, but those few hours, where the awfulness was slightly less than it had been, seemed comfortable, by contrast.
But after that, he could be wrong about the time. It seemed like he was alone for infinitely long stretches of time, but someone was always checking up on him, so often that he doubted, now, that he was ever alone for more than an hour or two. Not that anyone needed to look in on him. Even if he could have got free of the silver chains on his own, his leg was broken, and so were most of his fingers. He couldn't have gotten the door open.
His hands tingled, now. He could feel the bones itching and pulling back together. If he felt like trying, he might be able to flex them. But he didn't. Trying to do anything hurt, his clothes stuck to his burns wrong, and talking was the most disgusting, preposterous idea imaginable. His mouth tasted bloody in an acute, noticeable way that was far from usual. The empty sockets where his fangs used to be were like yawning caverns of raw, wet pain that radiated out into his jaw, even though it was days ago that the pliers ripped them out. He couldn't remember the last time a wound really, definitively hurt.
It was a literal pain, but Grantaire could walk, when they arrived at the hotel. His leg felt precarious, like the bone was only considering holding itself together, not quite there, yet. He shouldn't be here, with his clothes and his hair and his face crusted with blood, where anyone could see them, but at this point, what option was there? If Enjolras and Cosette were going to kill him any time soon, they would have done it when he was incapacitated. Sure, they might change their minds, but right now, if Grantaire wanted somewhere moderately secure to sleep, following Enjolras to their room was his best bet.
The walk from the car to the door was short, but Grantaire still stopped and propped himself up against the wall, while he waited for Enjolras to let them inside. "Is your sister really staying in the car?" he asked, with his head lolling back against the brick.
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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA