milkfails



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Therapy is a lot harder than Sam had let on, Steve thinks. Talking about things he’s never talked about, revealing things he’s never revealed. And to someone who’d started out a perfect stranger. It goes against every instinct in himself, all of which tell him to keep these things to himself, to let it all out only in the physical violence of a fist against a punching bag.

    It’s been a month now since Bucky—Jigsaw—came back of his own volition after the auction debacle and his escape from the Tower. Since they first pissed off the FBI by ruining a handful of raids against Clint’s “tracksuit mafia.” Since they raided that bank vault and found everything waiting there inside it that Jigsaw had said would be there. Waiting, perhaps, to be used.

    It’s been a month, but it feels so much longer.

    (Or: The one where the Avengers have successfully brought the asset in after his murder sprees, and the therapy (and relationships) can begin in earnest. A direct sequel to Blue-Eyed Matador.)

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    548,009
    Chapters:
    151/151
    Comments:
    10,156
    Kudos:
    1,617
    Bookmarks:
    179
    Hits:
    102,375

    18 Aug 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    The light overhead isn't from Minion island's overcast sky but instead a steel plated ceiling shining down fluorescence, glass and plastic bottles rattling on shelves against the walls. Everywhere there's monitors and familiar machinery and the distinct tang of antiseptic, sharp beyond the memory sense of blood and snow. For half a second Law looks at it all very blankly and thinks, What The Hell. Is he dreaming. Is he hallucinating. Is he just plain dead. His sight-line completes the rotation of this impossibility to fall upon speckled jeans and a long sweeping coat. And the man standing in front of Law has the blankest expression Law's ever seen. And the man standing in front of Law has Law's father's face.

    Underneath Law's blood-slicked fingers, Cora-san's pulse shudders.

    (This is a story where the past and the present collide. Wherein thirteen year old Trafalgar Law and twenty-six year old Rocinante tumble sideways through time-space via the blue desperation of a newly eaten devil fruit, from Minion island to a future distant. Right, unwittingly, onto the submarine deck of a another Law shortly after Doflamingo’s fall.)

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    62,862
    Chapters:
    12/18
    Collections:
    8
    Comments:
    1,427
    Kudos:
    6,879
    Bookmarks:
    2,396
    Hits:
    117,720

    11 Jun 2025