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imperio - sebastian sallow x f!reader

summary: in which ominis feels driven to stop sebastian at any cost, but y/n feels driven to protect him.

a/n: fem!reader, but no house is mentioned for you :)

w/c: 2k

warnings: hogwarts legacy spoilers (specifically for the quest “in the shadow of time”), angst, swearing

Things were not going well.  Sebastian was set on taking the relic from the catacombs with him, already muttering about how it would “fix” Anne.  He was turning it over and over in his hands, his eyes alight with something you hadn’t seen before–something darker.

And now Ominis had shown up, making his presence known as soon as Sebastian had picked the relic up.  You weren’t sure how to convince Ominis to not attack Sebastian, but by Merlin, you were trying.

“You can’t possibly be suggesting we let him take that,” Ominis snarled, his brow creased in anger.  His unseeing eyes were glaring at you, and though you knew he couldn’t see you, his harsh gaze was no less withering.

“No, I’m not,” you argued back.  “I think it’s dangerous.  Sebastian won’t listen to me, either.  The note says not to take it.  None of us know what will happen if Sebastian removes it from the cave.”

Ominis sighed.  “I was worried about this,” he said, more quietly.  “This is exactly what I was afraid of.  And to think, after everything I’ve told him about my family and how I feel about the Dark Arts–I know exactly what practicing dark magic does to a person, to a family–and now he’s pursuing it so recklessly that it’s as if I never even tried to warn him!”

You looked back at Sebastian, watching the Slytherin boy pace back and forth, not even acknowledging you or his best friend.  

“I know,” you said quietly, turning back to Ominis.  “I tried, too.  I really did.  After the Scriptorium, he swore he was finished.  I never thought it would go this far.”

Sebastian began to walk towards the two of you, the relic still held tightly in his hand. 

“You two aren’t going to try to stop me from taking this, are you?” Sebastian growled, his eyes already darkening in anger.  “This could be the thing that saves Anne!”

Ominis’s head swiveled towards Sebastian, his mouth curled in disgust.  “You told me you were finished with dark magic, Sebastian!” he yelled.  “You swore!”

“You can’t possibly expect me to just give up on breaking Anne’s curse!” Sebastian shouted back, slipping the relic into his robe pocket as his hands curled into fists.  “Our parents are dead, Anne’s already abandoned hope, and Solomon doesn’t care enough to even try!  I’m not going to give up on my sister when I’m all she has left!”

“This is only going to lead to your demise!”  Ominis yelled.  “You’re going to meet the same fate your parents did, and then Anne really won’t have anyone!”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed, and you saw his hand heading towards his pocket, the one where you knew his wand sat.  Your heart was in your throat, and you had no idea what was coming next.

“You think I haven’t been thinking about that?” Sebastian shouted.  “I’ve taken so many precautions to keep myself safe.  I’m doing this for Anne!  Everything’s for her!”

Ominis pulled his own wand out, pointing it directly at Sebastian, and both he and you took a step back in shock.  Ominis wasn’t the type to threaten anyone, let alone his best friend. 

“If you won’t stop on your own, then you’ve left me no choice,” he growled, his face contorted in rage.  

“No choice?” Sebastian asked, his voice wavering.  “Ominis, you’re not–”

Ominis backed up a few steps, not voicing a response.  You could already see the green light beginning to grow around the tip of his wand.  You remembered what he’d said previously–his wand seemed “almost sentient”–and you didn’t want to wait to find out which curse Ominis was about to use.

“Imperio!”  Ominis shouted, splintering green slicing through the air from his wand.  Your heart had dropped into your feet, but that wasn’t stopping you from what you were doing.

You lunged, forcing your body in front of Sebastian’s, crying out as the spell hit you instead of Sebastian.  You only barely heard Sebastian screaming your name as you fell.  You felt your entire body go stiff, the intent behind Ominis’s spell completely taking over your subconscious.

You could already hear Sebastian and Ominis arguing, but it sounded muffled.  You felt yourself get up off the floor, and walk towards the path that would take you back out of the catacombs.

“What have you done!?” Sebastian yelled as you left the two of them behind, though they were both already hurrying after you.

“How was I supposed to know she would jump in front of you?” Ominis screamed.  “I can’t bloody see!”

Your mind was cloudy, your only desire to exit the catacombs and leave the relic behind.

I never had the relic, you realized, but that thought was quickly squashed as your feet continued moving, seemingly of their own accord.  You were swiftly approaching the way out, and you weren’t slowing down anytime soon.

“How do you fix it?” Sebastian demanded.

“I–I don’t know,” Ominis stammered, his footsteps in time with Sebastian’s as the two of them continued to follow you.

“How do you not know?” Sebastian shouted.  “You of all people should know how to reverse dark magic effects!”

“I–I suppose it would wear off once she completes what I had wanted to order you to do,” Ominis said, his breath becoming ragged as he tried to speak while running after you.  “All I had intended was that you leave the cave without the relic.”

Sebastian sighed heavily, his pace never slowing as he followed you out of the cave.  He knew Ominis couldn’t have seen him place the relic in his pocket, and he hoped this incident would make you forget he’d done it at all.

The three of you finally exited the cave shortly afterwards, the light of the setting sun washing over you.  Sebastian hurried to your side, gripping your arm and turning you towards him so he could see your eyes.  Your irises were a hauntingly shimmering green, and he could tell just by looking at you that it hadn’t worn off yet.

“Ominis, do something!” he shouted.  “She’s still under the curse!”

You could hear them speaking more clearly now.  You still couldn’t quite make sense of what was going on around you, and you stood nearly completely still as the two Slytherin boys continued to argue.

“Lift it!” Sebastian roared, his face getting redder as his anger and worry heightened.  “Take it off of her!”

Ominis’s hands were shaking as he drew his wand again.  He waved it towards you, whispering something that neither you nor Sebastian could hear well enough to understand.

You felt a shudder wash through your entire body, and you finally felt yourself relax.  You shook your head roughly to bring your own mind back to the surface.  Things were clearing up, slowly, and it seemed to be a struggle for you to fully regain your consciousness.

“Y/N, I’m–I’m so sorry,” Ominis blurted.  “I intended the spell for Sebastian, I never–I never meant to hurt you.  I shouldn’t have cast the spell in the first place.  I–I wasn’t thinking clearly.  I’m sorry.”

You looked over at him, the previously enraged man now shrinking into himself.  Your heart felt heavy as you watched his shoulders sag, and you glanced over at Sebastian, who looked even angrier now than he had before Ominis had cast the spell.

You took a deep breath before responding.  “It’s okay, Ominis,” you sighed, causing Sebastian to whip around to face you, shock clear on his face.  “You were right, you shouldn’t have cast the spell at all, but–none of us got hurt.  And this really is just another demonstration of why the Dark Arts should be avoided, even if–even if we think they’ll do us good.”

“How can you just forgive him for that, y/n?” Sebastian yelled.  “He cast an Unforgivable Curse on you!”

“The same way Ominis has forgiven you time and again when you continued to meddle in dark magic after you swore you wouldn’t,” you spat, brushing dust off yourself.  “Besides, I made the choice to jump in front of you.  Ominis would’ve hit one of us either way, and I figured it would cause less damage if it hit me.”

“Why would it cause less damage!?” Sebastian cried.  “Why do you think I want to see anything happen to you?  It was bad enough having to cast Crucio on you!”

You started, turning to face Sebastian more fully.  “I was fine then, and I’m fine now,” you insisted.  “Let’s just get out of here before it gets dark.”

“No, we aren’t done here, y/n,” Sebastian said, and you turned back to him slowly.

“You aren’t seriously thinking of going back down there for the relic, are you?” Ominis said incredulously, his brows furrowing all over again.

“N-no, I–” Sebastian cut himself off.  “I meant that I wasn’t finished with what I was saying to y/n.”  He turned back to you, his eyes lightening slightly as they locked with yours again.  “You can’t just take hits for me like that,” he continued, “it’ll end up killing you!”

You huffed.  “You mean to tell me you think I can’t handle myself?” you snapped.  

Sebastian let out a long, heavy breath.  “No.  I just don’t want you getting hurt because of me!”

“I’m fine, Sebastian,” you argued yet again.  “Can’t you just let this go?”

“No!” he roared finally, catching both you and Ominis off-guard.  “I care about you too much to let this go!  I–I love you too much to let this go!”

That gave you pause.  Silence ensued after Sebastian’s confession, and it was all you could do to just stand there and stare back at him, not knowing what to say.

It was common knowledge (at least, for you and Ominis) that you had been falling for Sebastian ever since your first duel against him in Defense Against the Dark Arts.  But you’d seen him go too far down this path, too far into the often inescapable grasp of dark magic, you didn’t know if it was healthy for either of you to reveal your feelings for him in return.

Sebastian took a step back, the weight of the silence between all three of you clearly becoming too heavy for his comfort.

“Alright, I guess that was everything,” he said, his voice several decibels lower than it had been just moments prior.  “I’ll…see you guys later.  And this is finished, I won’t come near here again.”

“Wait, Sebastian,” you called, but he was already hurrying to the Floo Flame just a few yards from where the three of you stood.  He didn’t even spare you a glance, he just put his hand in the flame and was gone.  

Ominis sighed from behind you, the first sound he’d made in some time.  “That could’ve gone better,” he mumbled. 

“Did you know Sebastian liked me?” you asked, turning back to face Ominis.

“Yes,” he admitted, crouching down to sit on the rocky ground.  “Besides saving Anne, you’re pretty much all he talks about lately.  I just…I didn’t think it would come out like that.  I didn’t think any of this would come to…this.”

You shook your head, turning back to the Floo Flame that Sebastian had just disappeared from.  “Should I go after him?”

“That’s up to you,” Ominis said with a shrug.  “I think I’ve learned it’s best to keep my opinions to myself.  Look where it’s gotten me.”

“He’ll come around, Ominis,” you reassured him.  “You’ve forgiven him for much worse.”

“You may be the only thing that can save my friendship with Sebastian,” Ominis confessed then.  “But I won’t interfere with anything between the two of you.  Whether you choose to go after him right now is entirely your decision.”

You sighed again.  “I’m going to go after him.”

“Good luck, then,” Ominis said, standing up and brushing himself off.  “I’ll see you later.  And–and thank you.  For saving me from myself.”

You smiled slightly as you turned to walk towards the Floo Flame to follow after Sebastian.  “That’s what I’m here for,” you responded.

And then you were off too, in search of the Slytherin you couldn’t manage to let go of.

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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

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this is so cute, pls read 🥺🥰

sweet

peter parker x reader

summary: two times that peter parker is the sweetest boyfriend

“Y/N!” Peter hisses, knocking his knee into yours under the desk. 

“What?” you whisper, not peeling your attention away from the board as you furiously copy down the notes. 

“I’m bored.” he says sheepishly as you roll your eyes. 

“Why don’t you maybe, focus on the lesson?” you suggest. 

Peter groans dramatically and lays his head on top of his notebook. 

“I know it all already.” he shrugs, leaning over and digging through your pencil case. 

“Well we can’t all be geniuses,” you say as you flip the page and continue scribbling. “Some of us are gonna fail the test on radioactive substances if you don’t shut up and let me write.”

“I’m radioactive,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ll tutor you before the test.”

He settles on a red pen from your pencil case and twirls it between his fingers, clicking it on and off repeatedly. 

“Peter!” you mutter. “That is infuriating.”

“Sorry,” he grins at you, happy to have your attention for a moment, and sighing when you turn away, frowning at an especially lengthy paragraph in the textbook you and Peter were supposed to be sharing. 

He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls it in front of him, turning your arm palm-up. You ignore him as you read, attempting to understand the subject. You feel a slight tickling sensation of your wrist accompanied by the pressure of Peter’s hands as he hooks his arm around yours to give himself better access to you. 

…emission of alpha particles, or conversion of neutrons to protons or the reverse… 

You sigh, pushing the book away from you with your free hand. It’s impossible to concentrate with the tickling sensation on your wrist.

“Peter,” you hiss one last time. “What are you doing?”

Peter freezes, blinking like a deer in the headlights when you tip your gaze to where he’s working on your wrist. Inked onto the skin just below your palm in red ballpoint pen is a tiny, slightly lopsided heart. Leaning closer, you can make out a little ‘P’ entwined with your own first initial. 

“Aw, Pete,” you whisper, quickly kissing his cheek ever so softly to avoid the glare of the teacher at the front. “It’s so sweet. You’re so sweet.”

Peter scrunches up his nose in response to your compliment, relishing the moment of attention from you he’d craved in a boring class. 

“No,” he begins sweetly. “You’re-” “Parker!” below the teacher. Peter’s ears turned red as the whole class turned to glare at him. “Are you taking notes or are you just distracting Miss Y/L/N?”

Peter shrinks away from you, picking up the red pen and pretending to make notes. 

You giggle, resuming your own work but not before nudging him underneath the table and pulling a face, earning yourself the sweetest grin from him. 

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7:25am. Friday. 

The incessant buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your dozing and you groan, picking it up blearily - only answering because you know exactly who’s calling. He calls at this time every school morning. 

“Good morning my love,” he says cheerily. You can hear the faint beeping and honking of early morning traffic from his end of the line, proof that he’s out on his morning patrol like usual. 

Your only reply is a sleepy ‘hhmf’ as you snuggle back into the duvet warding off the chilly New York morning. 

“It’s time to get up, baby.” Peter says right on cue. 

“But I’m so sleepy and cozy,” you protest. “I absolutely cannot get up for school.”

Peter chuckles, preparing himself for the sleepy argument you two have every morning when he calls to make sure you’re getting up. 

“If you don’t get up and come to school, I won’t get to see you today.” he points out and you can almost hear the playful pout on his face as he speaks softly, knowing you’re still half asleep. 

“You can come over after,” you say. “Imagine how chatty and cheerful I’ll be then when I’m fully rested.”

Peter shakes his head, resting on the rooftop of an apartment block. From his point of view he’s just across the street from your apartment and he can see your bedroom window, blinds still drawn to block out the morning rays. 

“If you get up and come to school today, I’ll take you to that do-it-yourself pottery place after. They don’t close until six on a Friday.” he bargains. 

You gasp. 

“Lots of Pots?” you ask. “Can we make mugs for each other again?”

Peter chuckles, already picturing adding the new addition to the collection of multi-colored mugs you’d made for him and May so far. 

“This is all conditional on you getting up, though.” he reminds you. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” you say as you kick the duvet off and make no move to stand up. 

“No, you’re not,” Peter sighs as your blind doesn’t lift. “Looks like I’m swinging over then,” he says as he pushes himself to his feet. “Be at your window in a second or I’m breaking in and tipping you out of bed.”

Peter calling you after morning patrol to make sure you’re getting up for school had become routine over the few months of your relationship, usually ending up with him coming over and pulling your pajama-clad body out of bed before he himself would get changed into the school clothes of his he kept in your closet and making sure you both got out the door in time. And he loved it. 

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please consider reblogging if you enjoyed, it really helps a writer out <3

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Ok I’m very desperate so I apologize for some of the outdated art and vague commission rules but if there needs to be any further clarification just dm me.

TLDR my dad has a warrant out for his arrest because he owes Massachusetts money because he could not afford to pay child support or pay them back. It’s going to be around $7000 and they want all or nothing and I’m very much freaking out because if he goes to jail I will have nowhere to go. I’m trying to help out as much as I can so if you’re interested please dm me or please share if you cannot commission. I am very willing to haggle with prices and draw whatever (obviously except the illegal content mentioned above).

All I have at the moment is c@sh@pp which is @/wwdits. Thank you for reading I appreciate any and all help <3

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my replies aren’t working so i shall simply reblog with my thoughts!

i don’t think harrison’s truly at fault for the james fiasco. yes, he should’ve had him thrown out instead of encouraging his search for y/n, but i genuinely don’t think anyone saw his murderous intentions coming, harrison included. i don’t want to see him executed either but i think it will be best for tom’s safety, as well as y/n and her unborn child.

secondly, AHHHH SHE’S PREGNANT!! my husband and i are putting off having a child so i’m definitely living vicariously through this royal AU at the moment 😂😂

i’m genuinely obsessed with this story and the second i realize a new chapter is out my ENTIRE world stops and i HAVE to focus on it. this story is absolutely phenomenal and i cannot wait to see where it goes!!

Bound to You: Chapter Seven—Violent

“I think that she’s still lovely, oh no She knows I’m a wreck

I gave you all my trust then I told you “Just don’t break it” I promise that I’ll clean up and maybe we can make it” —Violent

Summary: After the death of a loved one, Tom realizes where his priorities need to lie; with his wife and nation. Harrison pleads with Ivy to spare him the pain of heartbreak, while a certain someone pays him a visit, coincidentally looking for the same thing, though his intentions may be a little more… nefarious.

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: light smut, angst, character death, injury, knife, blood/wounds, swearing, typos

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Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.

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hey all, i've made the executive decision that GOC is going to go on a short hiatus for a bit. i'm trying to figure out how i want the story to flow through the end, considering i only ever wanted it to have about 12-15 chapters. i know the plot points but getting there is causing me major writer's block. it'll be on hiatus for about a month or so, probably, but i'll still be working on it! i'll let y'all know when i ramp it back up :)

#goddess of catastrophe #marvel fic #spiderman fanfiction #mcu fic #peter parker fanfiction

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This is so empowering to see proving that despite how hard the churches and Canadian government tried. They failed to "kill the Indian in the child" and that we will continue to flourish in our beautiful culture ✊🏽✊🏽✊🏽 and we will never give up

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i dont want wholesome nonbinary characters give that motherfucker a gun

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goddess of catastrophe - chapter eight

CHAPTER EIGHT - mischievous scheming

summary: loki comes up with a very bad plan to split y/n and peter apart, but peter comes to the wrong conclusions when the plan comes to fruition. y/n has a breakdown and almost causes a catastrophic natural disaster.

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: y/n has a breakdown, heated arguments, swearing.

a/n: i finally got a new computer!!!!!!! hopefully i'll be able to update more on schedule now :))))))

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Loki was exasperated.  He had no idea how to keep you from Peter.  Clearly, the two of you had chemistry, but your father was desperate to kill it.

He’d left you in your room to sleep, and he could only hope you were actually sleeping.

He wasn’t, though, and neither was Tony.

“Is there anyone on Asgard that y/n’s buddy-buddy with?” Tony asked.  “Maybe they could get her away from Peter.”

“I just need her to not be...fraternizing with an Earthling,” Loki groaned.  “I can’t allow someone with no Asgardian blood to ascend the throne.  That would make no sense.”

“Peter wouldn’t take the throne, would he?” Peter asked.  “Wouldn’t he just rule alongside y/n?”

“Y/N would have far more authority, yes,” Loki responded, “both as the one born into royalty, and as the one with actual Asgardian heritage.  But with Peter, any heir y/n bears will only be half-bloods, and the kingdom may very well revolt over that.”

“Isn’t y/n already a half-blood?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.  “Since you’re originally from Jotunheim?”

“The difference is that Odin adopted me,” Loki explained.  “Blood or not, I was his son.  I was also still a god, before Odin ever took me in.  I had royal blood, and Odin brought me up as an Asgardian, so for all record-keeping purposes, I am Asgardian.  Then, of course, I brought y/n forth with a blood Asgardian.  She is a goddess by birthright, an Asgardian by blood, and heir to the throne as my daughter.  If she brings in a random, completely non-Asgardian human as her husband, I have genuine concern for the reaction of my kingdom--the kingdom she is destined to rule.”

Tony let out a heavy breath, clearly needing to process everything that Loki had had to say.

After a few moments, Tony opened his mouth again.  “That again raises the question,” he began, “is there anyone on Asgard that we could use to pull y/n away from Peter?”

Loki stood for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing his chin as he tried to think about who you were friends with back home.

“I know she is friendly with some of the guards she’s been trained with for years now,” Loki pointed out finally.  “There’s Runa, and Armod, and Asta--”

“Perfect,” Tony interjected immediately.  “Bring ‘em down.”

“With what excuse?” Loki countered.  “My daughter is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them.”

Tony stood in silence for a few beats, his expression betraying how deep in thought he was.

“What if we used the excuse that they know how to help us fight these Frost Giants?” he asked finally.  “That’s the whole reason you and y/n are down here to begin with.  Bring Thor in on this idea.  Leave me out of it if it’ll help y/n believe it.  They’re coming to give extra training to the rest of the Avengers, and they’ll stay to give us help in the actual battle.”

“And if everyone but us believes that’s the only reason they’re here, that’s less of a chance that y/n figures us out,” Loki finished, a devious smile taking over his face.

Tony nodded, a smile turning up the corners of his own mouth in response.

“Genius.”

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It didn’t take Loki very long to get Thor on board--in fact, Thor was more than willing to invite Asgardian warriors to Earth.

“I’ve already cleared this idea with Tony, mind you,” Loki reassured him.  “I’ll be contacting Heimdall in the morning.”

“Who are you calling upon?” Thor questioned.  “Of course, I trust your judgement, brother.  I’m merely curious.”

Loki smiled.

“Tore Hundinson, his sister Asta, Runa Aronson, and Armod Balkinson.”

“Y/N is friends with Runa and Armod, is she not?” Thor asked then.

“Yes,” Loki said simply.  “My hope is that their presence will be enough to keep her attention.  I know she won’t want to go from training session to training session, but hopefully having friends in the second training session will help her feel less exhausted after she’s finished for the day.”

Thor nodded thoughtfully.  “It sounds like a good plan,” he said.  “I think it will do y/n some good, to keep her head on her shoulders as we prepare for this battle.”

Loki nodded solemnly.  “I think it will too.”

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The morning came quite quickly for you.  The blaring alarm Tony had set shot you out of bed, and it annoyed you to no end all over again.  You couldn’t even train with Peter present this morning.  It was Monday, and he had finals to study for that were coming up the next day.  You wouldn’t pull him from that, no matter how badly you wanted to.

You quickly got ready nonetheless, getting dressed and making your way down to the training room alone.  It was odd to go without Peter, but you really had no other choice.  You knew you’d see him at dinner, and you figured that would be enough.

Wanda was more than ecstatic to see you, however, and she eagerly brought you back into the pool room.

“I was told you have big news for me, miss y/n!” she said enthusiastically.  “What is it??”

You smiled slightly, before raising your hands, putting your palms up to the ceiling.  You closed your eyes, concentrating once more, before opening your eyes to see the same orbs of water you’d managed to conjure the night before.

Wanda gasped, her green eyes wide in admiration.  “Y/N, that’s incredible!” she cried.  “You’ve managed to pull water from the air and essentially create it!  That’s absolutely mind-blowing!”

You smiled more widely this time.  You weren’t used to such high praise.

“Now, if you want to work on that today, I’m more than willing to,” Wanda continued.  “You’ve done a lot lately, what with unlocking your powers and figuring out how to control your movement of the air, so if you want to take it a little easier today, I’m all for that.”

You released the water orbs, though this time, instead of evaporating, they splashed into the pool beneath your feet, shimmering as the pool water enveloped them.  You looked back up at Wanda, who was waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Well, I had a question for you,” you admitted, and Wanda perked up.

“Ooh, I’m all ears!” she said excitedly.

You quickly recounted the tale of how Tony and your father had barged into your room the night before, and how you had conjured up more water orbs instead of readying a burst of air when you had taken your defensive stance against the two men.

“I guess I just want to know why other powers pop up at the ready when I’m trying to use a certain one,” you said at the end of your spiel.  “Like, I only wanted to use wind to sort of, you know, push them out of my room, but all of a sudden, I was holding water balls instead.  And I can’t figure out why that’s happening or how to stop it from happening.”

Wanda pursed her lips in response, and you could practically see the cogs turning in her head.

“You may just lack focus,” she finally admitted.  “And I know you’ve been working really hard to bring these abilities to the surface at all, so don’t take this as admonishment.  It could be an internal focus thing, too.  Your body isn’t used to these powers being active, so they’re coping as they can to balance themselves within your system.  Just keep trying, that’s the only way I can think of at the moment to help yourself end up using the powers you want to use.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” you sighed.  “I just don’t want to be trying to practice air movement or earth movement and then cause a random tidal wave.”

Wanda chuckled.  “You haven’t seemed to have that problem yet,” she responded.  “It seems like it’s only when you try to use your powers defensively.”

“Which is arguably worse,” you said dejectedly.  “My powers are more important when I need to use them defensively--I’m supposed to have a handle on this in six days now.  I can’t use them in a battle if they aren’t even predictable to begin with.”

Wanda smiled warmly.  “You won’t have to worry about that.  You’ve got me,” she promised.

“Now let’s get to work!”

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Your training with Wanda went much longer than normal, but you weren’t really complaining.  Wanda was one of the only people who treated you like you were older than five years old.

You weren’t quite able to get a handle on anything with moving earth, but you did manage to make it shift a little, which had Wanda ecstatic.  Doing that took almost an hour, and then you spent another hour and a half trying to make sure you could conjure up the power you wanted when you went to use your powers.

Finally, when Wanda told you that the two of you were done for the day, you headed straight to the kitchen, in desperate need of some water.  You had half a mind to ask your father if you could travel back to Asgard to take a dip in the healing pools, but after the conversation you’d had with him the night before, you knew asking would just make him mad again.

But when you stepped into the kitchen, Loki was already there, talking to Thor.

“Ah, y/n!” Thor exclaimed, his smile bright.  “Your father and I were waiting for you!”

You eyed the two of them warily.  “I was training with Wanda,” you said simply.  “We just went longer than normal, we were trying to get a handle on my earth powers.”

“Any progress?” Thor asked, and you shook your head slightly.

“Not really,” you admitted.  “I got it to move a little, but I’ve probably got a long way to go yet.”

Thor nodded solemnly.  “I’m proud of your progress, Princess.”

You smiled slightly.  For him to say this in front of your father was a bold move, and you appreciated the compliment all the more.

“Y/N, we’ve got another task for you,” came your father’s voice.  You looked up at him, hoping his expression would betray what he was talking about, but his face was set in stone.  You couldn’t read him at all.

“What is it?” you asked.

“We have a few Asgardian warriors coming to teach us how to fight the Frost Giants,” Loki explained.  “Thor knows quite a lot, but it’s been some time since he’s fought on Asgard.  So some of our warriors are coming to train us in their arts as well.”

Your eyes widened.  “Do I have to participate?” you asked, though you knew the answer.  “I’ve been training with our people since i was six.”

“Yes,” Loki responded.  “I want you training your powers and keeping your fighting abilities up to par.  But I thought some familiar faces would help you enjoy the fighting training a little more.”

Loki motioned for you to follow him, and you reluctantly did so.  He led you into the living room, where everyone was sitting.  You saw Wanda there already, as well as Steve and Bucky, whom Peter had introduced you to a few days prior.

But what surprised you most were the people sitting on the far couch.  You saw Tore, Runa, Asta, and Armod sitting there, and the smirk Armod was wearing did not help to make you more comfortable the way your father had told you it should.  Granted, your father had no idea what, exactly, you and Armod had gotten up to in your times together, but even without that, Armod was now staring at you like you were a goblet of his favorite wine, and that did nothing to settle your nerves.

“We’re working on setting up a training room for them, so we won’t actually do any training until tomorrow,” Loki informed you.  “But I thought it might be more helpful for you to have some of your friends from home here with you.”

You narrowed your eyes only slightly.  Your father had never done anything for you out of the kindness of his own heart.  You didn’t know what his ulterior motives were, but you knew you’d figure them out.

“Thanks,” you said curtly, drawing out the word as if it was bitter on your tongue.

Loki’s smile was devious, but you had already averted your eyes.  “Can I go get breakfast now?” you asked dismissively, and Tony nodded once.  “I’m sure you’re famished,” he said quietly.

Loki was beside himself as you left the living room again, completely unable to comprehend your reaction (or lack thereof).

Armod stood from the couch, wiping nonexistent dust from his shirt.  “I’ll go talk to her,” he murmured, giving your father a curt nod as he exited the room in pursuit of you.

You were pulling a glass out of the cupboard as he entered the kitchen, jumping slightly when Armod walked in through the door.

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing his head.  But you saw right through him.  The veil over his bullshit was thin and sheer, and unfortunately for him, you were not visually impaired.

“If you’re going to be sarcastic about addressing me, don’t do it at all,” you snapped.  “We may not be in Asgard, but I am still your princess.”

Armod’s eyes flicked up to you, surprised at your tone.

“That was kind of the point, peach,” he said, recovering from the bite of your tone too quickly for your liking.  “You’re still my princess after all.”

He smirked as he moved closer to you, and you ignored him, turning instead to pour the apple juice you’d pulled from the fridge into the glass you’d been holding too tightly for too long.

“Y/N, come on,” he drawled, leaning back against the counter where you were trying to concentrate on your juice.  “I wanted to clear the air after that fight we had.  You know we’re good together.  I shouldn’t have gotten so jealous.”

He turned, reaching up a hand to brush a stray hair from your face, but you jerked away.

“You’re right.  You shouldn’t have,” you bit back.

“Come on, doll, don’t tell me you’re upset with me,” Armod said then, and your eyes flicked up at him just in time to see him dramatically roll his eyes.

“I have every right to be upset with you,” you said curtly.  “You basically accused me of cheating on you with someone I’d never even met.  You’ve got to get your jealousy issues under control, Armod, or nobody else will want to be with you.”

“Nobody else?” Armod said, his confidence wavering if only slightly.  “I don’t want anybody else, y/n, that’s the point.”

You scoffed, picking up your glass and downing a gulp.  “Then you shouldn’t have broken up with me.”

“I didn’t break up with you!” he cried, throwing his arms into the air.  “I just got mad, we just argued.  That happens.”

You shook your head, downing the rest of the juice in one go.  You flicked your hand, sending the glass gently into the sink in a cloud of sparkling violet smoke.

Turning back to the Asgardian warrior in front of you, you shook your head.  “I’ll think about it,” you lied.  “But for the time being, I’m here training, and you’re my trainer.  That’s as far as it goes.”

Armod’s mouth fell open, and you didn’t spare him another glance.  You turned, fuming, as you left the kitchen.  You’d lost your appetite, and all you wanted was Peter back.  He’d know how to help.  But he wasn’t due back for another two hours.

“Stupid finals,” you muttered as you swiped yourself back into your bedroom.

You rubbed your forehead as you reentered the room.  You collapsed on the bed, throwing an arm over your eyes in frustration.

There was not an ounce of your being that believed your father had only brought those Asgardians down to help the other Avengers with battle training.  Not when every single one of them was one of your friends.  Hell, you’d gotten so much shit from your father just a few days prior for going to a party with Runa, and now she was here?

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until there was a knock at the door.  You felt dizzy as you hopped up to open it, but you shook your head to clear yourself of the fog as you pulled open your door.

You couldn’t have been happier to see Peter on the other side, and you quickly pulled him inside.

“Gods, am I glad you’re back,” you rushed out.  “My father’s gone insane.”

“With what?” Peter asked, and you were surprised by the snark you heard in his voice.

“With bringing fucking Asgardians here,” you said, trying to brush off his tone as you gestured in the direction of your door.

“Why, you’re upset that he brought your boyfriend?” Peter asked then, folding his arms.

“What?” you asked.  “Peter, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not what Armon or whatever his name is said,” Peter snapped.  “I managed to overhear a little too much, if you ask me.”

You were thoroughly confused now.  “What?  Peter, I’ve been up here for forever now, I fell asleep.”

“I didn’t mean you,” Peter responded coolly.  “I overheard your dad and Armon talking when I got back from taking my final.”

“You can’t seriously be telling me that you’re trusting either of them over me,” you said exasperatedly.  “You know how much my dad hates you.”

“Yeah, and I can tell how much he loves Armon,” Peter snarked.  “I’m thinking that the two of you would be better off together.  Especially considering how long you and Armon have evidently already been together.”

You took a step back, unable to formulate a response to Peter’s words.

“Peter, we aren’t together,” you spluttered finally.  “A-Armod’s a dick to me, he’s always got a stick up his ass.  You can’t expect me to be with someone like him!”

“Well, you need someone Asgardian, don’t you?” Peter responded.

You looked at Peter in shock.  When had you ever said that?

Peter shook his head as he turned to leave your room.  “I think we should just...actually be friends,” he said slowly.  “And maybe take some time apart for a while.”

You felt tears prick your eyes as he opened your door and walked out of your room, the only sound remaining in his wake being the sniffles that you began to erratically let out.

You sank to the ground, burying your face in your hands as you started to let yourself cry.  This trip to Earth had been nothing but hell for you, and Peter now completely cutting you out without even hearing your side of the story was the absolute last straw.

Your face was too buried in your hands for you to notice the darkening sky outside, the winds picking up as the clouds grew an angry, calamitous black.  Your cries were silent, but the longer they went on, the thunder that began to erupt within the storm clouds were not.

It was only when Loki and Tony finally barged into your room unannounced that you finally looked up.

“Y/N,” Loki breathed.  “I should’ve known it was you.”

“What?” you questioned, your voice thick with tears and congestion.  You turned to look out your window, gasping loudly when you saw the storm that had gathered outside.

“You’ve begun to be able to control the weather,” Loki said, running a hand over his black locks.  “I should’ve seen this coming.”

You wanted to laugh.  And you did.  It was a sadistic, high-pitched, obviously fake laugh, but the longer it went on the harder you laughed.  The thunderclouds grew even darker as you continued to laugh through the tears that refused to stop falling, and Loki pulled you up off the floor, pulling you close to himself.

“Calm down, y/n, you’re out of control,” he said lowly, his mouth right next to your ear.  “You’re going to end up causing a disaster if you don’t get a hold of yourself.”

“Get a hold of myself, that’s what they all tell me,” you said quietly, your emotions nowhere near under control.  Your eyes had begun to sting from the amount of tears you’d cried, and the thunderclouds outside were darker than ever.  Lightning had begun to light up the insides of the clouds, and the rain that had begun to pour was hammering against the windows, coating the glass in big, angry drops.

Loki and Tony looked at each other, clearly at a loss as to what to do.

“I--I’m going to go get Wanda,” Tony stammered, turning on his heel and rushing out the door.

“I want Peter,” you blubbered, fresh tears springing to your eyes.  “I want Peter.”

“You don’t need Peter,” Loki responded, trying (and failing) to make you feel better.

You started crying louder, sobs wracking your body.  Loki was struggling to hold you upright as you continued to cry, and he immediately began to regret the words he’d just said to you.

Tony re-entered the room a few moments later, Wanda in tow and Peter a few steps behind her.

“I didn’t invite the kid,” he grumbled to your father, but you instantly knew who the billionaire was talking about.

“Peter!?” you cried, twisting in your father’s arms to try and see his face.

“What happened to her?” Peter said loudly, looking at anyone but you as he demanded to know what was wrong with you.

“We don’t know,” Tony answered, his tone clipped.  “We just realized how bad the weather was getting out of nowhere, and when we came to check on her, she was absolutely beside herself in this state.”

Peter’s expression changed to one of confusion as he finally looked over at you.  “Y/N...what happened?” he asked.

“You left me,” you cried, just as Runa and Armod ran into the room.

You struggled again against your father’s grip, but to your detriment, he was much stronger than you.  You didn’t want either of your Asgardian friends to see you in this state, but you would still have preferred Runa to Armod.

“Can you stand on your own?” Loki growled in your ear, and you hurriedly nodded.  He let you go, finally, and you struggled to maintain your balance.  You immediately put your hands up, willing the orbs of water to return to your hands.  “Get out, all of you,” you snapped, “or I’ll flood this whole goddamn tower.”

“Y/N, no, don’t,” Peter begged, stepping closer to you.  You backed away from him immediately, your anger only growing.

“You too, Parker,” you spat.  “If you’re not even going to listen to my side of the story when it comes to how I feel about you, then I don’t want you around anymore either.”

Peter’s eyes flashed, hurt and confusion clear in his brown irises.  You willed the water levitating above your hands to swell larger, and his eyes widened when he realized what you were doing.

“Y/N, stop!” Wanda cried, and only then did you look away from Peter.

“Y/N, your powers are out of control right now,” Wanda said, raising her voice to be heard over the winds outside, that were getting louder and stronger by the second.  “You don’t know what kind of destruction you’ll cause if you don’t get yourself in check.  The damage you could cause won’t be easily repairable, and we don’t have the time to do that!”

You stared into the Scarlet Witch’s eyes, and were surprised to see them full of concern, but more alarmingly--fear.

You dropped your hands immediately, the orbs of water you’d been controlling splashing to the floor beneath you, leaving large wet spots on the carpet.

“Y/N, take some breaths,” she encouraged, cautiously moving closer to you.  You did as she asked, even more tears springing to your eyes as you did so.  You knew without seeing yourself in the mirror that your eyes were puffy, they’d surely be swollen in the morning if you didn’t use your powers to hide them.

“The rest of you need to go, now,” Wanda commanded, and one by one, everyone else that had been crowded into your room filed out.  Tony was the last to leave, shooting Wanda an apologetic look that you didn’t have to see Wanda’s reaction to to know she didn’t believe its sincerity for even a second.

“Listen to me,” she said quietly, moving even closer to you now.  “Tell me what happened.”

“P-Peter,” you blubbered, sniffling heavily.  “I guess Armod was talking about me when he got back to the tower, and he thought I was using him as a distraction from Armod while I was here on Earth or something.  He told me I had to be with an Asgardian, but I never said that.  I never said at any point that I had to be with an Asgardian.  I really like Peter.”

Wanda sighed heavily.  “Boys are idiots,” she said simply, coming forward and putting her hands on your shoulders.  “But you can’t let them get you so emotional like this.  Until you have your powers more under your own command, you can’t let yourself get so out of whack like this.  It isn’t good for the environment, and it’s even worse for you.”

You nodded, your energy depleting more with every second you stayed awake.  You glanced out the window, where the rain was still coming down in torrents, but the wind, at least, had lessened up to what was considered normal for a thunderstorm.

“Go to sleep, y/n,” Wanda encouraged.  “You’ll need your energy for all the training you’ll have to do tomorrow.”

“How am I supposed to get a handle on these powers?” you asked weakly, looking down at your hands.  “The only person who knew how to manipulate them properly was my mother, and she’s dead.”

Wanda smiled.  “I’m not your mother, but I’m still willing to offer my aid,” she said kindly.  “I know quite a lot about energy manipulation and reality manipulation, which are the categories your powers fall under, more or less.  I can help you figure out how to manage the powers you’ve found within you.  But you have to be willing to try.”

You nodded vigorously.  “Anything to make my father see that I’m capable of handling myself,” you said quietly.  “I’m so tired of all of this.”

“I know, child,” Wanda responded.  “But for now, all I want you to worry about is getting yourself to sleep.”

You looked at the ground beneath your feet, at the wet spots your water had left on the carpet.  You thrust your hands towards them, drying them instantly with a burst of air.  Looking back up at Wanda, you wiped at your eyes for the first time since you’d started crying.

“Goodnight, y/n,” she said quietly, raising a hand and smoothing down your hair.  “I’ll let Tony and your father know that you’re sleeping, and not to be disturbed.”

“Goodnight, Wanda,” you said quietly.  “Thank you, for everything.”

She nodded once, before turning and leaving your room, the same way everyone else had just a few moments prior.

You sighed heavily, glancing outside one last time at the thunderstorm you’d inadvertently caused.  You closed your eyes, removing your training clothes in a flash of purple, climbing into bed in a t-shirt and shorts.  You fell asleep in minutes, not knowing what the next day would bring--and also not knowing if you wanted to know what lay ahead.

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goddess of catastrophe - chapter seven

CHAPTER SEVEN: star wars & waterbending

summary: the meeting with nick fury sure does happen. y/n and peter watch 'a new hope' together, make out in peter's bathroom, and then discover that y/n's basically katara of the southern water tribe. y/n also can't figure out why her body prepares to use a different power when she prepares to use a certain one.

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warnings: swearing, heated makeout sessions, heated arguments.

a/n: i'm so sorry i took so long to update this! between midterms, writer's block, and my computer generally being a hot mess 24/7, this took way longer than it should've. i hope you enjoy it anyway!!

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You learned pretty much immediately that Nicholas Fury was not a man you wanted to cross. Once word had gotten around that he’d shown up early, the situation room was ready minutes later, and your group filed in after Fury. Peter held the door open for everyone to head in, and was the last to enter once everyone was inside, directly after you had gone in.

“Frost Giants, eh?” the man remarked, propping his feet up on the table as the rest of the Avengers took seats around the table.

“Yeah,” Tony said immediately. “Loki says the readings we saw on the radar are too similar to what he saw on Asgard forever ago.”

You could tell how frustrated your father was with the nonchalant nature that Fury was giving off, and it made you want to laugh. Loki could certainly say things about it, but you knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t in charge here, no matter how badly he wanted to be.

“And you’ve gathered to fight them off?” Fury asked then.

“Yes,” Tony answered.

Fury looked around the table at the superheroes sitting there. His eyes (well, eye) landed on you, and immediately narrowed.

“And who’s this young woman?” he asked. “She looks new.”

“My daughter,” Loki answered, before you could even take a breath to speak.

You weren’t about to let him sweep you under the rug like that, so you opened your own mouth. “My name is y/n,” you informed him. “Princess of Asgard, heir to the Asgardian throne, and goddess of the elements.”

The glare that Loki settled on you was as heavy as the tension in the room after you finished speaking, but the smile on Nick Fury’s face only grew.

“Goddess of the elements?” he questioned. “What does that entail?”

“We’re working on it, but she can control air, water, earth, and light,” Wanda interjected. “Or, at least, she’s supposed to be able to. Her powers have been dormant for a while.”

Fury nodded once. “Those will be useful,” he commented. “Make sure she’s got decent control on those within the week. We need to weaken those giants as much as possible.”

Your jaw dropped. A week?

“Also, Fury, I put Peter in charge of this task force,” Tony announced, causing Nick’s gaze to snap to the billionaire.

“By himself!?”

“No, of course not,” Tony scoffed, as if it was stupid of Fury to even consider. “I just want him undertaking more leadership roles, because he needs to be able to take over Stark Industries when I retire.”

Fury rolled his eye, but said no more on the matter.

Peter was as nervous as he could possibly be, his leg bouncing restlessly as the meeting went on. He could tell you were anxious about what Nick had said about honing your powers within the week, but there wasn’t anything he could say to you about that while still in the situation room.

The minutes dragged on, Peter swore the clock was ticking backwards. Everything that was being said was something everyone at the table had heard already, save for Fury. Peter couldn’t help but feel like the entire meeting could’ve been a phone call, from Tony to Fury.

He’d tuned out some time beforehand, but his ears perked back up when he heard your name.

“Y/N might need some help...staying on task,” Tony had said, with a curt glance thrown your way.

You bristled at the callous remarks the dark-haired man made. You would’ve thought that learning to control two of your new powers in only a few days would’ve proven something to the Avengers who had met you, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

“She’s done just fine in her training, Stark,” Wanda cut in coldly. “We’ll keep doing it together.”

You couldn’t thank Wanda out loud, but you hoped the gaze you shot her way expressed your gratefulness well enough, despite your wordlessness.

She gave you a curt nod, turning back to the rest of the group. Tony looked absolutely livid, but it appeared that even he knew better than to say something back.

You were silent the rest of the meeting, but Peter was asked a million questions. You struggled to take everything in, processing everything they said to you and around you sort of just...absorbed into you and you couldn’t figure out what you were going to do about anything.

It felt like years later when you were finally allowed to leave, with Fury threatening promising to call for updates or return if needed.

“You doing okay?” Peter asked as you immediately beelined for the elevator. You wanted nothing more than to return to your room. You weren’t even hungry anymore.

“Yeah,” you breathed, though you were lying through your teeth. “I’m just tired of being talked over, of plans being made for me like I’m incapable of taking care of myself, or doing anything for myself.”

Peter let out a sigh as the elevator climbed to your floor, running a hand over his relatively short hair. “I get that,” he said quietly. “I can’t imagine it gets any easier.”

“You’d be right, Pete,” you said, a weak smile hanging onto the corners of your mouth. “The older I get the worse it gets. I’m kind of over it.”

“I would’ve been over it long before now, but that’s just me.”

The two of you exited the elevator side-by-side, heading down the hall to your rooms.

“I mean, it’s honestly spite now, more than anything else. If Loki’s going to treat me like a child for the entirety of his reign in Asgard, what’s the point of me acting like an adult? That’s just embarrassing.”

If Peter was surprised by your use of your father’s first name, he didn’t show it. Instead, he opened the door to his room without a word, opening the door and gesturing inside, like he was inviting you in.

“You want me to come in your room?” you asked.

“I-if you want,” Peter responded, a faint pink splashing across his cheeks. “I just thought I could finally show you those Star Wars movies I’ve been talking so much about.”

You smiled slightly at the idea. “That sounds wonderful, Peter.”

Peter’s smile grew when you accepted his offer. “Okay,” he said quickly. “We’ll start with A New Hope. We’re gonna watch them in chronological order by release date, since the fourth episode was the first movie released.”

You cocked your head quizzically. “Why did they release the fourth installment first?” you asked. “That doesn’t make much sense.”

“They didn’t think the franchise would do well,” Peter admitted. “So they released the one installment that had the fullest story--ending and all. Then it took off, and they actually put out the other installments.”

You nodded, still somewhat confused. You had never even heard of Star Wars, so you still weren’t fully aware of the whole concept.

True to his word, however, Peter had his room set up in a matter of minutes, ready for the two of you to dive head-first into the cinematic universe that Peter was evidently eager to re-enter.

You sat cautiously on the bed, unsure of where you wanted to sit versus where Peter wanted you to sit. Peter looked at you questioningly, and you tried not to make it obvious how nervous you were.

“What are you doing on the edge of the bed?” Peter asked, and you shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, though you could feel your face heating up.

“Y/N, we’ve made out twice now,” Peter said, a mischievous grin covering his features. “You’re allowed to sit closer to me than that.”

You rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him anyway.

The Star Wars theme began playing loudly over Peter’s TV speakers, and the poor boy scrambled for the remote to turn it down a little bit.

“Tony’s gonna kill me for that one,” he grumbled as he set the remote on his nightstand.

You chuckled slightly as Peter turned back to you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you closer still.

“You’re comfortable, right?” he asked almost immediately, seeming unsure of himself.

You nodded quickly. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m actually really comfortable,” he said, his signature grin returning.

Peter watched you more than the movie as it began, his eyes glued to every expression you made. He practically knew the movie by heart, he could’ve recited the script if you’d asked him to. Your eyes moved across the screen with every scene that played, and he couldn’t get over how absolutely stunning you were.

“There’ll be no escape for the princess this time,” C3PO said from the screen. You turned to Peter with a quizzical look, and he tried to make it look like he’d been watching the movie too.

“What princess? Why’s she trying to escape?” you asked.

“Shh,” Peter said, though an excited grin was on his face. “That’ll be explained in a few minutes.”

He watched as you met Luke Skywalker for the first time, enamored with his home and the jobs he was trying to get done.

“Is he on another planet?” you wondered. You’d only ever been to Asgard and Earth, and so far, nothing you’d seen on Earth looked like what Luke was trudging through.

“Yeah, he’s on Tatooine,” Peter explained. “That’s not a real planet, though, at least, I don’t think it is.”

You shook your head. For all the astronomy learning you’d been forced to sit through, you’d know if Tatooine was a real planet.

The rest of the movie progressed much the same way, with Peter answering your questions left and right (although he refused to answer questions that would spoil anything for you).

Once it was over, you sat back on the pillows on Peter’s bed, processing everything you’d just seen.

“Well?” Peter prodded. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it was great!” you responded enthusiastically. “I can’t believe Dark Vader is Luke’s father!”

“His name is Darth Vader, but yeah, that threw everyone for a loop too,” Peter agreed. “Now, granted, I didn’t see this in theaters, mainly because it came out like twenty years before I was even born, but it’s still a massive franchise. They still have movies coming out for it.”

You marveled at that. “That’s insane,” you said, your eyes wide in disbelief. “And yet they released the fourth movie first?”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “Like I said, nobody thought it would do well in theaters at all, so they released the fourth one first because it was the only one that had an ending that felt like a story with actual closure. Then, it earned like seven hundred million dollars in the box office. Aunt May tells me people were lined up around the block to go see this movie in theaters when it first came out.”

You could barely believe your ears. “Whoa,” you breathed. “That’s insane.”

Peter nodded. “I’d show you the first episode now, but it’s pretty late, and knowing Tony, he’s gonna have our alarms set for eight again, and you probably don’t want to be super exhausted with Wanda tomorrow.”

You nodded solemnly, though the only thing you wanted to do was stay with Peter. But he was right, and you had to give him credit for at least trying to look out for you.

“Yeah, she said we're going to start training on the earth part of my powers tomorrow,” you said quietly, staring down at your hands again.

“Weird question, but can you create water?” Peter asked suddenly. “I was wondering about this when you were doing stuff with the pool water, but that water was already there.”

You looked up at Peter, then back down at your hands. “I have no idea,” you confessed. “I wouldn’t have to create air to control it, you know, cuz air is literally everywhere almost all the time. But as for water, I really don’t know. Maybe.”

“Well, water’s in the air everywhere too,” Peter pointed out. “Like, condensation, I think. So maybe you could ‘create’ water by pulling it out of the air or something?”

You shrugged. “It’s worth a shot, I guess. I can talk to Wanda about it tomorrow.”

“You could always try it in the bathroom,” Peter suggested then. “Worst case, you can’t do it. I’m genuinely just curious.”

You stood up off the bed, eager to try. “If I show off a new power that I trained on my own, it might score me some points with Tony,” you said, and Peter nodded quickly.

“Let’s try it out,” he said then, jumping up off the bed and leading you into the bathroom.

He guided you into the bathtub, which you were thankful was dry, before positioning himself on the other side of the bathroom.

“Why are you so far away?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

Peter did laugh. “In the event that you have another blowup like you did when you threw your dad across the room, I don’t want to be in the crossfire,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, though there was a grin on your face. “Fine,” you said, sticking your tongue out at the brunette boy. “But just so you’re aware, that was because I was mad. I’ve been here almost a week now, and you have yet to piss me off.”

Peter chuckled. “If you say so,” he responded.

You looked back into the shower then, putting your hands up and closing your eyes. You tried to concentrate on the air and the water within the air. You knew that what Peter had said was right, there was moisture in the air, but you didn’t know if you could bend that to your will too.

But you did your best to concentrate anyway, bending your fingers and pulling your hands back towards yourself, your intention to splash yourself with any of the water you could manage to pull from the air.

It would’ve been a little more helpful had you kept your eyes open, so you could’ve been prepared for the tiny tidal wave you managed to throw in your own face.

“Holy shit!” Peter cried, unable to control his own enthusiasm. “You did it!”

You gasped out a laugh, trying to wipe water out of your eyes to look back at the spider-boy, who was now right beside the bathtub you were still standing in.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to do that,” you admitted, shaking water droplets from your hands. There hadn't been enough water to flood the bathroom by any means; in fact, you’d barely gotten the floor outside the bathtub wet, but you were still thoroughly soaked.

“Man, am I glad I had you stand in the bathtub,” Peter joked, sending you a grin as you playfully glared back at him.

“Shut it unless you want the next wave directed at you, spider-boy,” you threatened, but Peter only laughed. Even he knew it was a completely empty threat.

“I’ve gotta say, though, it’s impressive how good you still look when you’ve just poured water all over yourself,” Peter said with a smirk, and you felt your face immediately heat up at the compliment. You shot him a shy smile, and Peter’s pink-dusted face smiled right back.

“Let’s get you dried off so you can actually go to bed,” Peter said then, turning around to grab you a towel. You covered your face with your hands while his back was turned, in an attempt to get the blush you knew was covering your face to fade away. You quickly looked back up at Peter as he turned back with a towel in his hand, and you accepted it gratefully.

“Wanda’s gonna be real proud tomorrow,” Peter said with a smile. You nodded.

“I hope so,” you said quietly.

Peter stared at you, watching as you toweled your hair and face, trying (and failing) to also pat dry your clothing. Without thinking about it, he reached out, placing a hand on your face and tilting your chin upwards, forcing you to look up into his shining brown eyes.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, unable to stop yourself from smiling widely as he leaned in to kiss you soundly.

Almost immediately, he deepened the kiss, neglecting to care about how soaked your clothes still were as he wrapped his arms around you, stepping into the bathtub with you in order to pull you closer. You let him do so, dropping the towel to the floor as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the back of his head as you pulled him just as close. He groaned into the kiss as he did so, and his hands went to your waist to pull you closer still.

Your mouth moved against his like you’d known how to kiss him your entire life, and you smiled into the kiss when his hands moved around to your lower back. He was clearly trying not to grab your butt, and you knew that if you told him to just do it, he probably still wouldn’t.

But you pulled away nonetheless, looking up into Peter’s expectant eyes, smiling up at him as you continued to run your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Peter,” you said with a chuckle, “if you want to grab my ass, then just do it.”

“I--I--” Peter said immediately, his face burning a bright red. “I--I didn’t say I wa-wanted to do tha-at,” he stammered, but you chuckled again.

“You didn’t have to, love,” you said quietly. “Your hand placement said it for you.”

If Peter’s face could’ve grown redder, you were sure it would’ve.

“You--you’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, and you smiled wider up at him.

“I wouldn’t have told you to do it if I wasn’t okay with you doing it,” you told him, and his eyes widened as his hands twitched, still sitting on your lower back.

The smile remained on your face as you pulled him in to kiss him again, hoping that would be distraction enough for him to finally move his hands.

And move his hands he did, they slid further down your back to grip your ass, squeezing gently, then more harshly. You smiled into the kiss that you were now deepening, and you could tell that both of you were beginning to breathe more heavily.

Your hands were beginning to move down Peter’s body, more than ready to start prompting him to take off his shirt, when a loud pounding began sounding at Peter’s door.

The two of you jumped apart, and both you and Peter wore matching expressions of scared curiosity.

“Who is it?” you whisper-yelled, and Peter’s eyes widened.

“I don’t know,” he responded.

The banging on the door was not slowing down, and you knew it was only a matter of time before whoever was outside just knocked down the door. Your heart was racing, and you weren’t sure if your idea would work, but you weren’t sure how else you would explain why you and Peter were both soaking wet--despite being fully clothed.

“Hold still,” you demanded, and Peter froze. You pushed your hands out towards him, forcing a rush of air past him, and when he looked back down at himself, his clothes were completely dry.

“Man, why did I even give you a towel then?” he joked, and you rolled your eyes. “My powers work differently for me,” you answered. By way of demonstration, you put your hands out (mainly to show off), and in a flash of purple, you looked no different than you had when you’d first stepped into Peter’s room to watch Star Wars.

The two of you hurried to the door, at which the pounding had gotten louder. Peter pulled the door open, and Tony stood outside the door, Loki incredibly close behind him.

“Where’s the princess?” Tony demanded immediately, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. You had a name.

“I’m right here,” you butted in, mostly to save Peter from anybody’s wrath. “What’s the big deal?”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Loki demanded. “Why are you in here--with him?”

“We were watching Star Wars,” you answered. “It was just finishing up. Again, what’s the big deal?”

Your father didn’t answer you. Instead, he reached out past Tony and Peter, gripping your wrist and pulling you into the hallway. Tony gave Peter a mock salute and pulled the door closed, leaving Peter alone in his room.

Peter pressed his ear to the door to try to hear what was clearly going to be said without him, but he couldn’t make anything out of any of the muffled voices that began speaking. He silently cursed Tony for making the rooms sound-proof as he turned back to his bed, collapsing on the mattress with a heavy sigh.

He thought he was finally getting somewhere with you, and he would’ve been right.

Why was everyone so against the two of you being together? Or close at all? It seemed like Loki hated the idea of him even being friends with you, but that still begged the same question...why?

Meanwhile, you were back in your own room, enduring what felt like the thousandth lecture from Tony Stark and your father.

“You have a week, y/n,” Loki said exasperatedly. “Fury wants you to have your powers usable within a week! And you’re lounging around with Parker?”

You rolled your eyes. “Wanda told me we wouldn’t pick training back up until tomorrow,” you spat. “Not to mention, my powers would already be usable if they hadn’t been hidden from me for my entire life. Why is it my fault that they aren’t a hundred percent operational already?”

Your father clenched his jaw, and you knew you’d already started pushing his buttons. But you weren’t going to let this one go. This one, for once, wasn’t your fault.

“You should be practicing outside of training, y/n,” Tony interjected. “You can’t expect Wanda to be able to get you to master everything.”

“Practice?” you scoffed. “Sure, I’ll just mess around with the elements in my free time. That won’t cause any repercussions, on me or your gigantic skyscraper here.”

“We’ve got training rooms, your highness,” Tony said, his sarcasm so thick it was practically dripping from his tongue as he spoke to you. “You are free to use those at literally any hour of the day.”

“So?” you asked, matching the billionaire’s tone. “What happens if I fuck up? Or lose control? I don’t know what to do in the event that either of those happen. I’m not ready to practice my powers without supervision.”

You stood up from your bed, which you had sat on immediately after being ushered into your room. “The two of you have done nothing but treat me like a toddler since I got here, and then all of a sudden I’m expected to act like an adult and know how to use powers I didn’t even know I had until I got here? How is any of this fair to me?”

Tony sighed heavily. “I’m not going to sugarcoat things, kid,” he said, and you clenched your jaw at his nonchalant use of the word “kid”.

“You’re being treated as though you’re less mature, because all we’ve heard about you is that you are immature. If you want to be treated like an adult, if you want to be able to do things more on your own, you need to start getting your shit together.”

“How am I supposed to prove that if you aren’t even giving me a chance?” you cried. “You’re talking in circles, the both of you. Either treat me like an adult and let me train my powers on my own terms, since they were kept from me against my own terms, or let me go the fuck home. I’m not going to be useful to any of you like this.”

Loki glared at you, but he didn’t say anything. You knew he knew you were right, at least in some of the aspects of what you’d said. You also knew your father, you knew that he knew you’d just have another rebuttal if he spoke up again.

“If you’re going to be mad at me for not having full use of my elemental powers, then you need to remember you have nobody but yourself to blame,” you spat, making direct eye contact with the god of mischief. “If I’d been trained in these alongside my copy of your powers when I was young, none of this would be an issue.”

Tony sighed again, looking back at your father.

“We’ll have another meeting with Fury then, in a couple days,” he said after a couple of beats of silence. “Keep up your training with Wanda. We’ll see what Fury can help us do when he gets back.”

You didn’t respond. You had nothing else to say. You maintained icy eye contact with your father, but you knew he wouldn’t say anything else. If nothing else, he no longer had the energy to argue with you, which you couldn’t say you were upset over.

“Stay away from Parker, y/n,” Loki spat finally, as Tony was beginning to guide him out of your room.

“Why?” you demanded. “I’m not going to just not be friends with him if your only reason for forcing that is because you have an unexplainable issue with him.”

If looks could kill, Loki’s glare would’ve leveled you out where you stood.

“You don’t need to know my reasoning,” he spat, struggling to stop Tony from dragging him out of your room. “I’m your father.”

“Yeah, and you kept super important powers of mine a secret from me, so clearly you aren’t doing the best job at that,” you snapped back. “Get the hell out of my room. I’m going to be friends with him whether you like it or not. He’s the only person here who treats me like a person.”

Loki lunged against Tony’s grip, and you knew that if the billionaire hadn’t had your father in his arms, he would’ve come straight forward to grab you.

You took a step back, raising your hands again, intending to thrust the both of them out of your room with air, but suddenly both of them froze, staring at you as you stood in your defensive stance.

You were about to ask them what they were staring at, but when you looked at your hands, you realized there were two orbs of water levitating above your palms, water that had definitely not been there before.

You didn’t have time to wonder where they’d come from, because Tony let Loki go and the both of them stood nearly slack-jawed in front of you.

“When did you learn to do that?” Loki demanded. “How did you learn to pull water directly from the air?”

You couldn’t tell them you’d learned it in Peter’s room. Your father was close enough to combustion at the mere mention of the brunette boy, you couldn’t risk angering him further and endangering Peter in the process.

“I--I don’t know,” you stammered, lying through your teeth.

“Put your hands down, y/n, we’re leaving,” Tony instructed. “But holy shit, tell Wanda about that tomorrow.”

“I just wanted to use air,” you admitted, opening your palms more fully and watching as the water evaporated once again. “Why can’t I use the powers I want to use when I go to use them at all?”

“That’s a question for Wanda,” Tony replied. “But for now, get some rest. Your father and I will leave you to it.”

With a pointed glare at Loki, Tony turned and left.

Loki seemed more surprised than angry at that point, but as he pivoted on his heel, he reiterated his statement that you knew you’d ignore for the millionth time since you’d gotten to Earth:

“Stay away from Peter Parker, y/n. I won’t tell you again.”

Yes, you will, you thought. But I’m still not going to listen.

You knew you only had a couple weeks until the Frost Giants were at your doorstep, figuratively and literally. But among your advancements with Peter and your struggles with your powers, you had yet to figure out how you’d be of any use to the other Avengers in this fight.

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