Fallen Friend

<<HC>>

DD: "It must be amazing, moving fast around the city like that, swinging on webs. She's lucky to have you."

SM: "...Yeah..."

DD: "Huh?"

SM: "Sometimes, Mister Devil, I was just a bit too late, and..."

*In front of Josie's*

SM: "No..."

SM: "Miss Page?! What...oh god..."

“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster”

Gambit in my stories lost one of his eyes to his mother because it resembled a gemstone which she sold it and took the money before leaving him to die in the Bayou

Rose O'Hara

21st September 1861

It has been three years since I’ve visited you last, dear diary.

Three years since that horrible night.

Victor Creed came back, and he slaughtered everyone on the plantation.

The workers.

Master John.

Mistress Elizabeth.

Aunty Gilda. Martha.

Even my father, and my mother.

Mister Bert sacrificed himself to hold that daemon back while he told me and James to run away as far as we could and to not stop until we could not anymore. We did, while the scream of death shadowed us like a hellhound.

Come November will be my sixteenth winter, as well as James's.

We stay at a kind gentleman’s house near a coal mine, where James works as a foreman for the kind man.

Mister Deveraux, one of Master John’s associates, recognized James while we were scraping for changes and food in port towns along the Missouri River.

I almost had to sell my body countless times, but James always saved me from such a fate with his family’s heirlooms and whatever valuables he could get his hands on from the ignorant rich people coming and going.

On the eve of my birthday, I want to tell him how I feel.

For he’s a caring and loving man I couldn’t ask for a better replacement.

And I so want him to know that.

Silly, I even thought about buying a pair of silver bands for him and myself.

I must get to bed, dear diary, wish me luck.

…

22nd September 1861

He said he felt the same for me!

Oh, dear diary, I am so happy!

I’ve rarely seen him smile since we ran away from the plantation, I saw it again today and it was as beautiful as before.

Oh, dear diary, he’s so awkward with the kisses, so was I.

But they are the sweetest memories we will share, yet.

We are going to a dinner at Mister Deveraux’s saloon in two days.

I must buy a new dress, even though he said I would look good in a potato sack. Silly man.

Good night, dear diary.

…

28th September 1861

I hope you can see.

James bought the silver bands that I have been eyeing today, and I let him put one on my hand!

Oh, dear diary, it is lovely.

He asked Mister Deveraux to be a witness as he was proposing to me at the saloon, and his friends from the mine were there as well, cheering on us.

I felt like I was going to explode, dear diary, I don’t think I will be able to take a rest tonight as my heart is still racing.

…

1st October 1861

The wedding was lovely last night.

It was not a grand event like I’d dreamt of when I was but a silly girl, but having seen James there on the altar before me surrounded by the friends we have come to know here brought joyous tears to me all the same.

He was a kind and gentle man, despite his scary visage.

Oh, the muscles on him make me blush like a virgin maiden again just thinking about them.

His body was very warm, and perfect for the night as he gathered me into his arms, whispering sweet words to my ears.

We talked about building a family this morning, and I am touched that James wanted to name our firstborn after either his mother or my father, Elizabeth or Logan.

I feel like the luckiest woman to have been loved by this man.

…

29th October 1861

I was very busy, sorry for neglecting you again, dear diary.

I woke up this morning with an urge to empty my stomach, yet nothing came out, James quickly took me to a clinic nearby.

I am pregnant with James’s child, dear diary!

Oh, Almighty Lord in Heaven, I am happy!

The doctor told us that the incoming birth around July might prove to be difficult for a woman of my stature and age, but James promised to do anything in his power to ensure the safety of our child and me.

He talked with Mister Deveraux today and took on a job inside the shaft as well to save more money for the doctor’s fee in the future.

I am worried, of course, but James knows what he is doing.

He is a peculiarly strong man, despite the weakness in his health I witnessed in our childhood.

Now, my job is to keep little Logan or Elizabeth safe and strong, so that it can be loved by a wonderful father, of my beloved husband.

Calling him that still made me giggle like a teen, oh dear!

“Where the hell did ya get that, Kid?” his gravel and whispery voice roused her up like a good electrical shock as she instinctively threw the journal away in a poor attempt to hide it.

“In the closet.” Laura curtly replied, hiding her eyes from the smoldering gaze of her DNA donor.

“You and your bullshitting,” Logan finally breathed out with a chuckle as he casually approached the journal and picked it up, a nostalgic hue clouding his eyes a moment as he opened the first few pages with a sad smile. “Nosy little weasel, aren’t ya?” Logan commented lightheartedly while stashing the journal into the pocket of his leather jacket before making a way toward the door “Dinner’s almost done, get down there and eat.”

“You are not my dad.”

“Jean says otherwise,” the burly man shrugged his shoulders and was about to pass the threshold.

“What happened?”

“Hmm?”

“After the end of October, if you’re gonna take that journal away, you might as well spoil the rest for me.” The girl got up from the bed and approached him with those determined eyes, crossing her arms with a little lift of her demanding eyebrows “It’s not like the sappy love story is interesting or—"

“Creed.” Logan simply replied with a single word, spoken with an immeasurable amount of hatred seething inside his chest. And then he disappeared from the second floor, heading down the stairs.

Alicent and Criston are my favorite kind of romance, it's classic tragedy;

One bound by vows and duty, betrayed all that in the face of romance

One bound by status and image, betrayed all that in the face of intimacy

Both will suffer from this, eventually

In a show full of horrible people on both sides, I'm here for the sad romance!

...Gotham, huh?

At a family meeting, somewhere in the future...

MY fanfic : at AO3

She hums along as his breathing becomes steady. She paused for a while, unsure of the underlying implications even if her audience of one might not even understand all of it.

Eventually, Felicia found the courage to push forward, embracing it with her beating heart.

Dans le bleu de l'immensité

(In the blue of all immensity)

Dans le ciel, plus de problèmes

(In the sky, no more problems)

Mon…amour, crois-tu que…nous nous aimons ?

(My…love, do you think…we love each other?)

Dieu réunit…ceux qui s'aiment

(God brings together…those who love each other)

She whispered the last note with a quenching in her heart, her hold on the man in her arms tightened, yet it seemed to not be a bother at all as he had already fallen asleep with a slightly less frown on his forehead. “Bonne nuit, mon Araignée…” she whispered into his scalp, nesting her face there as she closed her eyes, unsure of what tomorrow would bring.

Logan tackled Falcon off his trajectorial path, and both tumbled into the ground while Captain America still supported Thor using his shield throws against Spider-Man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Sam cursed frustratingly as the heavy sack of muscles weighed him down on his stomach. “What the hell is happening? Why do you guys fight Webs?” The burly man demanded with a confused growl “Is he a Skrull?” he turned back to look at the fight with comprehensive glances. “Are you a Skrull, Bub?” Logan sprung his talons, barred the middle, and trapped Wilson’s neck between them, looking for confirmation. “What? No!” Sam tries to get out from under the shorter man but isn’t able to due to the heavier mass and superior joint lock techniques “Don’t get involved, man; this is an Avengers business.” “Yeah, kinda heard that one before. Care to elaborate more than the last guy who said it?” he kept the blades around the Falcon’s neck with a grunt. “Hell naw!” “Great,” Logan muttered annoyingly and knocked Wilson out with a firm elbow to the back of the neck, then he got up like a spring to charge the Captain next. The shield was thrown at him, and Logan redirected the trajectory with a well-timed downward punch that negated the force behind the World’s Most Expensive Frisby and continued on his path. Bucky cursed under his breath and averted his attention from Spider-Man and Thor, preparing for a CQB session with the Immortal man. He ducked a straight right and countered with a left hook of his Vibranium bionics. Logan takes the punch with his palms and capitalizes on the force behind it to give himself a little lift before twisting his lower body unnaturally for a sweeping kick aimed at the Captain’s neck that was blocked by a grab. Bucky grunted under the weight of the burly man’s dense skeleton and followed the flow of momentum by bending his knees a little to the side dragging Logan along before doing a spinning Scorpion Kick that landed firmly onto the mutant’s back. Utilizing his dense muscles to the fullest, Logan tanked the force of the strike by bracing his legs onto the asphaltic street to push back, then he spun lower on his heels to deliver an uppercut at the end of the cycle, connecting with the Captain’s jaw. Bucky lifted off his feet by the force of the punch and stumbled backward a little bit before he felt a meaty arm circling his neck, putting him into a chokehold. “Ya still got that opening, Bub,” Logan growled to the slowly losing consciousness Bucky with a nostalgic tinge in his words. “Better luck next time...Little Jimmy Boy.” the sudden stiffening of the Captain’s body was a telltale sign that the nickname stirred up some long-forgotten memory of the old days before the world turned black.