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Long-Distance Sunshine | @redmetalandgold

redmetalandgold:

iamthefirechild:

Escaping from her family and the chaos of a Rainault Christmas, Summer slipped into her bedroom — well, the bedroom that had used to be hers — and dialled Tony’s number on her cell phone. Hopefully, he’d hear it, and answer, because she really just needed to talk to someone who wasn’t a member of her family and didn’t have the same ground-in attitudes.

The part where she couldn’t hear the opposing emotions from him echoing inside her head helped too.

Anthony yelled something at his older counterpart that sounded a lot like ‘suck my dick, jackass!’ before he picked up the phone with a slight bite to his voice. “Hello?” The teen echoed over the line, giving Tony the bird as he passed, and trying to calm his emotions. “Sorry if that had a slight bite, hello, who am I speaking to?”

Summer chortled under her breath, flopping down onto her bed and arranging herself comfortably to use the speaker. “Tony, it’s Summer. Who are you talking to?” 

Charity Ball | @shoottothrillindustries

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iamthefirechild:

shoottothrillindustries:

iamthefirechild:

He was so outrageous, Summer had to laugh. “All right, all right! I’m coming!” She ran down the steps past Tony, jerked open the limo door, and climbed in. “I put myself entirely in your hands, Mr Stark.”

Tony dropped into the seat beside her (careful not to land on her shoes), and closed the door. He had the driver take them back to the Tower, an idea growing in the back of his mind, and took her all the way up to the top floor.

“You’ve got to see this – think you’ll appreciate it, if anyone does,” he says, passing his bar and the still-not-repaired indent of Loki on his floor ((It now has a small plaque that reads ‘Hulk Sorry’ on it, because Tony thought it’d make family dinners less awkward. Didn’t work, but he loves it!)) to the landing deck.

Tony glanced back over his shoulder to Summer, left his shoes and inside sat on the ledge above the city. “Have a look,” he motioned towards the skyline. At this hour, with the sun almost down, it looked like the sky was on fire. Probably more because of pollution and the constant repairs being done to the skyscrapers bad guys seemed to love trashing, but nonetheless, it was pretty neat.

“Gods, that’s so beautiful,” Summer breathed. “I never have the time to really look, when we’re working, you know? But up here, just looking, I can remember why it’s worth it. Why it matters. Makes it hurt a little less.” The wind stirred some loose wisps of hair around her face, and she brushed them back.

Turning, she looked over her shoulder back into the building. “This … is your place.” Her face was a little grave as she looked back at Tony. “I, um … “ 

Tony leaned back on his palms, legs dangling loosely over the edge. He shot a glance up at Summer, feeling something a little off in her tone. He turned, tucking his foot under the opposite knee so he could face her better and tapped her leg gently.

“Yeah? What of it?”

“Well, you’re, um, who you are … ” Summer twisted her hands together in her skirts. She was starting to blush. “Why are we here, Mr Stark?”

“I Break Everything I Touch”||@iamthefirechild

the-man-with-the-shield:

iamthefirechild:

“Good!” From a pocket inside her suit, Summer pulled a rather bent card, holding it out to Steve. “Here’s my number. Don’t wait too long, okay? I’ve got to head off now, normal life to get back to. You know how it goes.”

“Mhmm. I know. When do you expect to be home? I don’t like intruding in on busy times, and voice mail makes me feel weird. I never know what to say.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It’s really hard to say,” Summer sighed. “My schedule is /so/ irregular. I guess the best time to catch me would be late evening.”

harry—monmouth:

iamthefirechild:

harry—monmouth:

iamthefirechild:

“And when? You know what I would have, and what would you have of me now? I wished your offense, and you would not. Give truth, and do what you will, Harry; I care no longer. You can hardly offend me more.” Kris looked Harry straight in the eye.

“Then,” Henry sought out words, finding himself having a lack of it, he’d resort to an action though he had not thought it fitting. “I will not offend you, or will I try.” He murmured quietly. Anger was something he had received often, be it his own words that frustrated people or anyone else. He reached out for his hands, kissing his palm gently, but moving from it just a few moments after.

He felt jerked around, utterly confused by the other man’s attitude. Trying to provoke anger brought apologies, trying to be cutting brought … a kiss. The rush of someone’s kiss remained the same, regardless of body, Kris discovered when Harry’s mouth met his hand. Words fled his head, and all he could manage was a strangled groan of Harry’s name. 

His words had always brought himself nothing but trouble, he knew that well enough. Even when he had seen nothing wrong with his deeds, he could not see anywhere where his words or doings were ultimately flawed. Henry had always seemed to be clouded with some sort of predicament here and there; big and small, his eyes flickered up to the sound of his name groaned out.

“Don’t, Harry, don’t … be a … tease,” Kris pleaded, locking green eyes with blue. Twisting his wrists, he grabbed for Harry’s hands, holding tight and pulling.

The Three Fountains

dukehumphrey:

iamthefirechild:

dukehumphrey:

iamthefirechild:

With trembling hands, Summer hastily penned a note in reply.

Dearest of loves, you are far too kind to me. I shall treasure these, though they do not substitute for your presence. Please hurry back, for the hours grow long and my heart yearns for you. ~S.

She thrust it at the squire, bidding the boy put it in Humphrey’s hand and no other. “Tell your lord my delight is bounded only by his absence.” She yearned to quiz him on how Humphrey looked, but sternly forbade herself that indulgence, a little frightened by the sudden strength of her own feelings. Seduced by books of poetry!

A long conversation over breakfast with her father followed, and at the last he said, patting her hand, “‘Tis strange of me, I know, but I would have you happy above all else, daughter. Go with caution, but not fear; I’ll stand with you. If I know aught ill of Gloucester, ‘tis that he plays with maidens’ hearts, yet he’s wise enough to woo you with books.”

Two more weeks had passed until Humphrey arrived back to London, and the weather also turned sour with the constant English rain. Humphrey indeed caught a cold himself yet he didn’t consider it a serious matter. He prepared for hunt in Greenwich park and he intended to spend it in the most pleasant company.

He sent the Lady Rainault his steward, with the invitation, and had a little gift waiting for her. A spaniel, for every lady needs a companion on a hunt, and that is indeed what he planned to do the next day. He didn’t plan much, he intended to stay in the woods of Greenwich Park and have a picnic. He was eager for her to arrive, to spend the day with her alone and to have her for himself.

Two weeks had seen but little change in the routine of Summer’s life. Her sister had returned to her husband’s manor, her other brother Alfred had come up from Kent, and she’d read ‘Il Canzoniere’ through several times. She grew ill-at-ease, beginning to doubt her memories and herself, and would often take out the necklace and slide it through her fingers. Even archery barely soothed her mind.

When finally the Duke returned and sent for her, she struggled to contain herself before the servants. She near drove her maid to distraction fretting over little details, and only managed to relax when she was at last ahorse, quiver slung to one side, gifted books in a saddlebag to the other, and Humphrey’s gorgeous velvet gift about her shoulders.

Finally she arrived at the house, and Humphrey himself welcomed her, helping her off the horse. “I believe you only became more beautiful my love,” he said and confirmed with a kiss, for all to see. Here in his household, he had no troubles of gossip to worry about. “I have another present for you, for today you shall need her,” he said when the squire escorted the little grey spaniel. “She is named Silver I was told. She is fairly young and inexperienced in the hunting affairs…do you hunt, my beloved?”

His household prepared half a dozen more dogs, along with arrows bows and spears, bags and food and flasks of wine, his squires and knights busying themselves around them as they talked. “I must apologise to you, my lady Summer,” Humphrey said. “My visit took longer than intended… I hope you decided what you ask from me for the wait. It shall be yours as I promised…”

“My lord, what I wish of you I dare not say.” Summer held his hands, smiling up at him. “I would not have you think ill of me. Only hold me, for I have sore missed your touch, and tell me of your journey.”

Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king

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iamthefirechild:

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

“If you had found me in the library, I’m sure you would ask me what I was reading, yes, highness? You have a quite fine copy of Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart, which I enjoyed very much. May we not speak of literature and fine writing? Surely such topics cannot excite gossip, and if it does, well, I care not. There is naught that may be said as could hurt me.” She tossed her head disdainfully.

He looked at her with a slight smile, he did not notice he was staring at her until she looked back at him and he shook himself out of the reverie.

“Did you enjoy the book my lady?” he asked her, “It has been a while since I have looked upon the library, John is the one most likely to be found upon the bookcases and the rows of literature and words.”

“Had I known that, I would have asked you some other where. Perhaps the gardens, or the stables, or the music room?” Summer swung herself around and stood up, carefully favouring her ankle. She approached Henry, watching his face closely. “My lord, I must admit, my motivations are somewhat suspect, for you have been far more than kind to me and I am impelled to repay that somehow. Yet you deflect my every attempt. What may I do to please you?”

He looked at her as she stepped forward, his eyes gazing down to her ankle as she walked towards him, and then his eyes were upon hers as she spoke, and he stood there – as if transfixed, but he showed nothing of it on his face.

“I know not what you mean my lady.” he told her, his arms still crossed over his chest, “You need not repay me by any means, I seek no payment here.”

Her shoulders slumped. “As you will then, highness. I wished only that there be no debt between us. I’ll not trouble you any longer.” Summer turned away, staring into the fireplace.

Chasing Cars | @theironaudi

theironaudi:

iamthefirechild:

theironaudi:

“I want you because of who you’ve shown me you are. You’re so honest, so selflessly helpful. You’re not full of yourself, and you don’t kiss ass to those who are. You’re smart…” He paused, a small hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “You’re beautiful, too. The whole package…”

He did his best to push his negative self image from his mind for the time being, and he succeeded.

With every word out of his mouth, Summer’s shoulders relaxed a little more. One hand swiped at the wetness on her face, smearing it away. “Okay. Okay. Let’s just … okay, let’s just go and have dinner, and, and we, you can count this as a first date. Okay? And, and … ” she pulled in a deep, shuddering breath, “please just … be yourself. What you want to do, don’t hesitate. Trust me to tell you if it’s not okay?” She fetched her backpack from the car, and looked over her shoulder. “And if I ever hear ‘you’re too good for me,’ come out of your mouth in a serious context again, I’m going to explode your ego.”

The faint smile grew just a little more as she spoke. “That sounds good,” he said, letting out a grateful breath, his thoughts a mix of maybe we can put all this awkwardness behind us sometime and thank you for another chance. ”So I can still make jokes about it…?” He asked, a little bit of teasing in his tone as he walked toward the restaurant’s door.

“Sure,” Summer shrugged. She reached out and grabbed his hand. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t joke around, I think. Tell me about this place. How’d you find it?”

The Three Fountains

dukehumphrey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer gave him a soft smile, cheeks flushed. “‘Tis simple, my lord. Who would question thou and I encountering one another in the library? Or writing to one another of texts modern and ancient? Or ever thou canst escape council, I’ll meet thee in the gardens. Now kiss me again, to stave off thy starvation.”

Humphrey gladly obliged, again and again, his fingers playing with her fiery hair, hand traveling up and down her spine. “We shall stop this,” he whispered between kisses, and kisses between the words, “for I want you too much to go back and if we continue, I know not what I shall do…” yet he kissed her again, and kissed her cheek and her neck, to give meaning to his words. “I leave on the morrow for a few days, to Pembroke, on my personal business…” he whispered, “Will you wait? I shall send for you upon my return to meet…” he looked into her eyes, “My work with your father’s council is done, so I shall have all the time we desire to spend as we see most fit…”

“Don’t stop, my lord, don’t stop,” she whispered back, trading him kiss for kiss. “Don’t stop, don’t leave me so soon. I would I could go with you, but you wish we remain secret and I must abide by your wishes.”