merideath

I have several WIPs at the moment, hopefully I will get a chance to work on one of them today, if not the writing will have to wait till tomorrow when I have the house to myself. The excepts are a bit more than six sentences but I thought it best you get a proper feel for the fics I’m working on.

The first fic for the-yellow-ranger based on one of her Steve/Darcy graphics. I haven’t written much more than this and it’s a bit darker than my usual fluffy fic.

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‘Help me,’ the girl whispers, lip trembling as she tilts her head back to look up at the sky,  her eyes are dark, pupils dilated so wide they appear black with only the  thinnest ring of silvery blue.  ‘There should be rainbows,’ the girl murmurs forehead wrinkled, teeth scraping against her bottom lip.

‘What happened?’ he frowns looking down at her hands, her hands are torn up, wrists ringed in bruises and rubbed raw, nails ragged and torn. A small knife covered in blood is held loosely in her hands. She is covered in dirt; blood dripping from a wound hidden in her mass of darkly tangled hair, a ring of bruises wraps around her neck and disappears under the collar of her grey gown. The gown is covered in spatters of blood and a single bloody handprint, too large to belong to the girl.

‘I don’t remember,’ she whispers looking down at her hands, the knife falls with a clatter  beside her bare feet and she turns her hands palm up. Her palms are covered in drying blood.  ‘The needles, they hurt….so bright. They made me forget.  They took me away.’

‘Who did this to you? Who hurt you?’

‘I don’t remember.’

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the next WIP is for the slavefic prompt on my Trope_Bingo card. It’s Steve/Darcy/Bucky. They are undercover and Darcy is not impressed, luckily Bucky is.

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‘Not that I’m complaining, it’s wonderful being here in the swap, but weren’t you two meant to be on vacation? In fact can I go on vacation with you and not be here dressed like Dr. Frank-n-furter?’ Darcy grimaced bunching the red silk robe in her hands and glaring at her cleavage on display in the tight leather corset beneath it.

‘I don’t think your mother would approve of you being stuck in a cabin in the woods with two men for a week,’ Steve replied diplomatically, averting his gaze from Darcy as she adjusted the small blade hidden under her left breast with a frown. She shimmied a little, taking as deep a breath as the corset would allow before letting it drop to the floor.

‘I doubt my mother would care what the hell I do. They’re just breasts Steve, you can look, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen breasts before and there will be a hell of a lot worse at this shindig.’

‘But they are a spectacular set Lewis. Come and put your collar on kitten,’ Barnes grinned crookedly and held out the brushed metal collar in his gloved hands ‘and no claws.’

‘Fuck you Barnes.’

‘Anytime doll.’

Darcy narrowed her eyes, opening her mouth to speak when Bucky clipped the collar around her neck and Steve held up a length of silver chain and attached it to the collar.

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*whistles innocently*