As requested by @bennett-slytherin.
“You’re making that face.”
“What face?” John asked, his eyes still on something else.
“That face you make when you’re planning on how to take someone in a public place.”
He finally turned to Natasha, a grin on his lips. “You do know me very well.”
She chuckled. “Who are you taking down?”
He liked how easy it was with her. She didn’t think it was strange he was considering killing someone during date night. “Can you see those three?”
Natasha followed the direction of his eyes and saw three young men loitering outside a convenience store. “Yes.”
“The other two across the street?”
“I think they’re following two girls that are inside the store.” John informed her.
Natasha looked at the other group again, in silence for a bit. “They have a friend with a van.” She said, clearly reading lips. “They’re waiting for the girls to come out.”
“Now what?” John asked her, seriously.
Natasha hummed. “You pay the bill and I’ll go to the store.”
“Are you sure?” It was a dangerous situation and he knew Natasha would want to protect the girls, but they’d been talking for a good while about going on a normal date night.
“Positive. Don’t take too long.”
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And @ayleecambell second request... The adventures of Sansa and Arthur and an accidental family ;)
Arthur was pretty sure he was having an out of body experience.
He could almost see himself from a distance, talking calmly to Sansa -that Sansa, the girl he’d never forgotten, the one he’d tried to find for such a long time -while his head was going a thousand miles an hour.
He was having this internal freakout, wondering about so many things, trying to accept what was so obvious…
Was that what a stroke felt like?
His head fell to his hands and he took a deep breath in.
“Arthur?” Sansa called softly. “Are you okay? I am so sorry. I didn’t really plan on telling you like this…”
Arthur raised a hand to stop her. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t. “I just need a minute here. It’s a lot of information.”
Sansa bit her lower lip, a sense of dread taking over her. She didn’t want to expect the worst from Arthur, but… Well… He wasn’t asking anything outrageous. He had just found out he had two kids! A minute was a very small request, but Sansa couldn’t stop thinking about…
“The first thing I want to know…” He spoke, breaking her train of thought. “Is if they’re okay. Are they healthy? Do they like school? I could see they are as good-looking as I am.”
Sansa stood there frozen for a minute, then she started crying.
“Sansa!” Arthur panicked and hurried to hold her. She hid her face on his chest.
“I’m so sorry.” She said, amidst her tears. “I was just… I am so relieved that you want to know about them.”
“Hey, Red.” He called softly, like he called her when they met. “Of course I want to know everything about them. I want to see them again, and get to know those kids. I’m sorry you had to go through this alone.”
Sansa looked into his eyes, grateful that he was now there, and she could finally tell him the truth, and get rid of this guilt and maybe…
That was the moment Arya and Robb entered the room. They looked from Sansa to Arthur, their eyes got really big and then…
“DAD! HE IS HERE!”
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As requested by @ayleecambell, more of Sansa x Arthur and the problems (or rewards) of a love potion ;)
Arthur scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah… Oh.”
“But you’ve never…” Sansa couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Yeah.” He repeated slowly, then ran his fingers through his hair. “I really feel like I took advantage.”
“You don’t even remember it.” Sansa pointed out -not for the first time. He was really stuck on some parts of the incident. “If nothing else, I was the one who took advantage.”
He gave her a look. “How’s that?”
Sansa cleared her throat. “There was a significant delay between you drinking the potion and me doing something about it.”
Arthur arched an eyebrow at her, that damned smirk of his making an appearance. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She crossed her arms and refused to say more.
Arthur stretched his leg, hooking his foot on the leg of Sansa’s chair, then using it to pull her closer.
“Arthur!” Sansa squealed.
He opened his legs so he could pull Sansa’s chair as close as possible, then held on to the seat. “Explain the delay.” He asked.
Sansa felt herself getting red under his look. “Explain what you said about my couch.” She challenged back.
“It’s horrible.” He pointed out easily.
She glared at him, and Arthur chuckled. “And I’d love to spread you on…” She covered his mouth.
“I remember that part.” She cleared her throat. She lowered her hands slowly, her eyes holding his. “I didn’t think you were interested.”
Arthur groaned and let his head fall back. “I’m an idiot, Red.” He brought his eyes back to hers. “I thought you deserved better.”
She gave him a flat look. “And asking me never crossed your mind?”
“That’s why I’m an idiot.” He pointed out -quite happily.
Sansa shook her head. “What do I do with you?”
“You could start by telling me exactly what I said and did.” He offered. “It’s only fair.”
She scoffed. “Fair?”
“Yes. I don’t remember it, but you do.”
The corner of her mouth curved up. “You’ll need to buy me dinner first.”
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“How are things around the keep?”
“Working.” Sansa sighed. “There’s so much to prepare.”
“You’re doing well.” He assured her, coming closer. “You’re lucky your brother isn’t here. He’d get in the way.”
Sansa gave him a look. “Don’t start that again. Jon is a good man.”
“I never said he wasn’t.” Loki pointed out. “He’s just not very smart.”
Her face made it quite clear he should stop talking.
“Fine.” He sighed. “I’ll help you. What do you need?”
“What is it going to cost me?” She asked, an eyebrow arched.
“Are you saying you don’t believe I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart?” Loki asked, his expression pained.
He was quite the actor.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Sansa replied, unamused by his antics.
“All I ask for is some of your time.”
“For what?” She asked, confused.
“Dinner?” She repeated, her voice full of mistrust.
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Even before Sansa opened her eyes, she knew where she was. She also knew she had a hell of a hangover.
She also knew exactly who the arm around her waist belonged to.
And that was going to be way more complicated than a hangover.
As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a copy of “1984” on the nightstand. She thought it was a peculiar choice for Merlin, but who was she to tell him what he could read?
She was also quite aware that she had way less clothes than she had the night before, but this was pushed as a concern for later.
Now she really needed to get to the bathroom.
Which should’ve been an easy task, but Merlin was surprisingly -or not so much -strong, and he didn’t seem interested in letting go.
She tried to get herself free one more time, but he just pulled her tightly back against his body. It was way too early for her to think about all the implications of what they’d done the night before, and how much she wanted to just stay there.
“I need to get up.” She informed him.
Merlin groaned something, and pressed his forehead against her shoulder. She gave him a minute.
He finally seemed to realise what was going on, because he tensed, and the arm around her waist suddenly let go.
“Sansa?” He called, his voice rough from sleep.
He sat up suddenly. “Oh lord. Did we…”
“No.” She cut him, also sitting on the bed. “We fell asleep before most of the clothes came off.”
He closed his eyes and massaged his temples. “Oh god.”
Sansa snorted. “Everything a woman wants to hear in the morning.” She stood up. “I need to go.”
“To the bathroom.” She threw over her shoulder.
Definitely more complicated than a hangover.
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“Do you remember when we first met?” Booker asked Sansa as the others rested around them.
“I’m not that old that I’d forget.” She teased him.
“So you remember you took one look at me, then turned around and left?”
Sansa choked on her drink, making Booker laugh. “In my defense, I wasn’t in a good place.”
“I can’t say I was.” Booker chuckled.
“But I do remember the next time we met.”
Booker smiled at her. “It was… What? Almost a hundred years later?”
“It was. A masquerade in Vienna.”
“You flirted with me.” He said teasingly.
“You flirted back.” She reminded him. “Until the masks came off.”
Booker chuckled again. “It was quite the shock. You were wearing a wig, and a gorgeous blue dress.”
“You remember my dress?”
“I remember everything.”
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“Don’t you look smug?”
Frank pressed his lips together, trying -and failing miserably -in containing a grin. “Do I?”
Darcy narrowed her eyes. “You do!” She accused.
Frank ended up chuckling. “I’m sorry. Do you want breakfast?”
“Stop trying to distract me with your sexiness.”
Frank scoffed. “Sexiness? Maybe you need new glasses.”
“Hey!” Darcy threw a pillow at him -it fell way before it hit him, but it was the idea that counted. “If you weren’t sexy, would this have happened?” She indicated the messy bed around her.
Frank arched an eyebrow at her. “Are you calling me pretty?” He teased.
“I’m calling you hot as fuck.”
Frank shook his head, a grin still on his lips. “Let me feed you. I think you’re hallucinating.”
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I still owe you guys a full post for this ship, but for now... Here it’s a taste ;)
“I saw you dancing once.”
The corner of Lucian’s mouth ticked up. “Yes?”
“It’s not often that we have werewolves in Mexico.” Kisa pointed out. “We closed the house that day.”
“Yes, you did. I wanted to discuss business back then.”
Kisa scoffed. “You didn’t miss out on anything. You wouldn’t get much out of the Twister.”
“Does that mean I have better chances now?” He asked.
Kisa smirked at him. “It depends on what you’re trying to get, I guess.”
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Lucifer shook a bottle of tequila to Kisa. “Drinks?”
“No, thank you. I’ve had enough already.” She pretended to clean her chin and Lucifer chuckled.
“You did look quite thirsty.” He poured himself a generous serving of tequila, then eyed his glass and poured a bit more.
“They deserved it.” She eyed him. “I thought you’d stop me.”
“It’s the circle of life, darling.” He told her easily. “I wouldn’t stop a lion from eating a gazelle.”
Kisa chuckled. “That’s an image I won’t be able to get out of my head now.”
Lucifer took a drink from his glass, but abandoned it easily. “How about I give you another image?” He offered, coming closer.
Kisa smirked at him. “Yes? Like what?”
“I would say ‘Heaven’ but I do hate the image that brings to my mind.”
She laughed at that.
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Kisa almost groaned. “Were you this dramatic as a priest as well?”
Black Hat opened his hands. “You know what they say; the Church sucks the fun out of everything.”
Kisa tilted her head to the right. “And here I was, thinking it might be the war.”
Black Hat shrugged. “I thought I had a purpose back then. It made things less… Boring, I guess.”
“So creating chaos and killing people isn’t fun enough for you?” She asked dryly.
“Not as much as I thought it would be.” He told her, way too casually.
“But you still have a purpose.” She reminded him. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”
He was finally quiet, even somber. “I guess I am…”
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“Now what?” Dean asked as he sat on the bed.
He was dressed, he had his shoes on, and only his jacket was left between him and the door.
Kisa arched an eyebrow. “Now what?” She repeated to him.
“I am a hunter.” He pointed out.
She snorted. “So you keep saying.”
“Should I give you a head start?”
“Are you going to hunt me?”
Dean sighed. “I should.”
“Why don’t you?” She asked. “I’m here alone, defenseless…”
“Then why don’t you look scared?” He wanted to know.
She shrugged, like she couldn’t care less about his intentions to hunt her. “I’d love to see you try.”
Dean got up. “Maybe another day.”
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“Just tell me why you keep trying to run away.” Éomer asked. “Don’t you trust me?”
“It’s not that.” Tamina huffed. “How many times do I have to tell you? My safety shouldn’t be a burden to your people.”
“Then explain it better. I don’t see how a few mercenaries…”
“Those mercenaries are just the beginning.” Tamina explained to him. “Once they realize it’s not enough to capture me, they’ll send more people. What I have with me it’s… It has no price. People would do horrible things to get it.”
Éomer pressed his lips together. “I won’t ask what it is, but I want to know if it’s dangerous to my people.”
“No.” She told him immediately. “The way it is now, it’s harmless. But if it gets in the wrong hands, if people get it and take it back to my home…” She sighed. “The damage would be unfathomable.”
He took a deep breath in. “I’ve made a vow to protect you, and I don’t intend to go back on it.”
“I’ll get you out of Rohan myself. Just tell me where to take you.”
Tamina couldn’t believe her ears. “Are you saying… Will you take me?”
“Wherever you wish to go, your highness.”
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“Your money was wired to you.” Storm Shadow informed her.
Margarita came close to him and zipped his jacket up. “Good to know.”
Storm Shadow used his finger to tilt her head up. “Maybe we should get dinner one of these days.”
Margarita snorted. “You mean if you survive the next 48 hours.”
“Let’s say the next five days.”
She bit her lower lip. “Are you getting soft on me now?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. But I’ve been curious.” He put his mask on.
“Well, I have seen you shirtless way too many times not to be curious about the rest…” She drawled. “But you do need to survive before we make any plans.”
“I’ll meet you in… Paris?”
“Overrated. Madrid. I’ll make the reservations.”
She could only see his eyes now, but she just knew he was smirking. “That confident I’ll survive?”
“That confident I can get another date if you don’t.”
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“So…” Katia looked from one to the other. “How do you know him?”
Margarita grinned at 47, who was doing his best to look uninterested.
“Same way I know most of the other criminals: they buy what I sell.”
“I thought your business was stealing houses from rich people.” Katia said.
“This is more for fun. A girl’s gotta eat.”
47 rolled his eyes, but Margarita saw it. “Anything to add, darling?”
He gave her a look, then turned to Katia. “I’ve bought things from her. Sometimes it’s easier that way.”
“That’s one way of putting it.” She winked at Katia. “We all know you just can’t resist me.”
He was very much not amused.
“Have you ever got a smile out of him?” Katia couldn’t resist asking.
“Oh, dear, I got more than that.”
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“So you’re Sabina’s girlfriend!” Elena said with a huge smile.
Sabina started panicking immediately. She hadn’t discussed things like this with Dinah yet.
Sure, she’d love to scream from the top of buildings that she was dating someone as awesome as Dinah, but maybe the other woman didn’t feel the same.
They hadn’t discussed this yet.
Sabina was making sushing motions behind Dinah’s back, but Elena didn’t seem to be getting it, and Jane just seemed amused by it.
“Yeah.” Dinah smiled at Elena. “I am.”
Sabina froze immediately, shocked beyond belief. Dinah, who was still talking to Elena, didn’t even notice.
But then again, Sabina recovered fast. “My girlfriend. That’s what she is!” She spoke with a huge smile. “Girlfriend.” She spoke, completely giddy.
Dinah gave her a bemused look over her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Perfectly fine.” Sabina grinned. “Girlfriend.”
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There’s still a long post about them to come, but I missed my babies.
“Is it over?” Claire asked, her body tired beyond belief.
“It’s over in this location.” Harvey informed her. “That big shark of yours escaped.”
“Big shark?” Her mouth ticked up. “Do you mean the Mosasaurus?”
“Whatever you want to call it, ma’am.” He grinned at her.
“Does that mean you have to stick around?”
“Why?” He spoke in that drawl of his, and Claire felt her knees get weak. “Will you miss me if I don’t?”
“No.” She denied immediately. “It’s just a matter of security.”
“Is that so?”
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Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Harry Potter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanova, Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Set after The Avengers, Harry has PTSD, the fight against Voldemort stretched on much longer than canon, Ancient Runes, runic magic is central to the story, no wand, not Super!Harry, lots of actual runes used, elder futhark, Harry misses everyone, Steve Is a Good Bro, steve is a wonderful friend, and so is bruce, some parts are self-harm-ish, War Veteran Harry, everyone has PTSD, seriously it's the avengers, Nightmares, Trauma, learning to cope with the past, Harry learns to cope with what he did during the war, Avengers Universe, read the warning in the first note for details, Homelessness, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Fenrir - Freeform, Wolf of Destruction, Avengers Family
The fight against Voldemort went on for years. In the final confrontation, Harry found himself not at King's Cross, but in a whole different world - one without wizards, and without magic. He flew under the radar for two years, but when the Chitauri invaded Harry couldn't help but act. His attempt to protect civilians caught the attention of SHIELD.
After meeting the Avengers, Harry quickly finds himself entangled in far more than he bargained for. All he wanted was a safe place to stay off the streets during the winter. When Fenrir comes to Midgard and Loki escapes his prison, things get far more complicated than anyone expected.
Raizo sighed, but didn’t turn around. “Breaking into other people’s house now?”
“We need your help.” Jinx called.
Raizo’s sigh was even deeper this time. “No.”
He finally turned to look at her. “No.” He repeated easily.
“Why?” She demanded.
“I don’t want to get involved with the Joes. I have my own concerns.”
She glared at him. “Our problems just became yours.”
Raizo tilted his head. “How so?”
“One of the clans is now working with Cobra.”
“Why didn’t you start with that?”
Notes: I do know this is Elodie Yung as Elektra, not Jinx, but she looks fierce on this one.
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Steve knew -for a fact -he was ‘Captain Rogers’, but as Doctor Stark marched in his direction, he doubted it for a minute.
She normally avoided him.
“Doctor.” He said back.
“Glad to see you out of the hospital.” She said as she got closer.
“I’m much better.” He cleared his throat. “And I’m also glad to be out. I was getting antsy.”
“I can imagine. My sister Arya hates staying at the hospital, and you give the same chaotic energy she does.”
“Do I?” Steve asked, genuinely surprised.
“Well, less murdery, but just as active.” She smiled fondly, clearly thinking about Arya.
She wouldn’t smile thinking about him.
Not that it bothered him.
“Do you have any information about your shooter?” He asked, because he hadn’t had time to be updated on the situation.
“The same as usual.” She said dismissively. “HYDRA goon, Lannisters trying to kill me.”
Steve frowned. “You seem unconcerned about it.”
“There are only so many times someone can try to kill you before it loses the charm.”
Steve’s frown got even deeper. “That’s a scary way of thinking.”
“It’s the only one I have, Captain.”
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“Is it me… Or are we getting along?”
Sansa chuckled. “Don’t jinx it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Bucky bit his lower lip.
“I know we had a… Rough start.” Bucky chuckled at her choice of words. Sansa was a diplomatic woman. “But I do appreciate all you’ve done for me. Including all the times you saved me.”
“There were a lot of those.” He teased.
She gave him a look. “Don’t get cocky.”
He raised his beer to her as a peace offering. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Agent Stark.”
Sansa clicked her glass against his bottle. “Call me Sansa. I figure we’ve been together long enough for it.”
“Ok.” He paused for a minute. “I think I’ll miss you saying ‘Barnes’ in that way you do when I piss you off, but you should call me Bucky.”
Sansa grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep using ‘Barnes’ when you piss me off.”
“So that gives us… What? 10 minutes?”
She laughed, and Bucky felt charmed.
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