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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 4 months

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Despite Everything (Loki X Twin!Brother!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Loki X Twin!Brother!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to Thor & beginning of Avengers, mention of death, and mourning.

Request:💚💚Hey! I dont ask for requests very often so Im sorry if this is bad. But I was wondering if you could do a Loki request? Like where the reader is Loki's twin brother and him and Loki are super close (reader and Thor are close too but not like reader and Loki close), but when Loki fell into the void (in the first Thor movie) reader got real depressed and went out to find him only for Thor to find reader to tell him Loki is planning on attacking New York.Reader goes with Thor to stop Loki and meets all the Avengers. And instead of Loki him destroying New York he snaps out of Thanos's mind control and feels super remorseful. Maybe even incoorperate that they're Frost Giants somehow, too?

Your earliest memory was that of being with your twin brother. You were extremely young at the time, and being mischievous, had snuck away from your mother to explore, and gotten lost. Loki was more confident than you, or at least pretended to be, so he had took up holding your hand and pulling you through the vast hallways for a sign of anyone, while you got yourself worked up and cried quietly, though the entire time, he kept reassuring you. “Don’t worry Y/N! There’s people everywhere, we’ll find someone soon, or they’ll find us!” He was right in the end, hearing Odin’s booming voice calling for you, and you followed it till you were saw him, sprinting and running to him and hugging his legs, even as he scorned you for scaring your mother senseless. Thor teased you both relentlessly about the incident for over 100 years.

That dynamic has really not changed, even hundreds of years later. Loki came up with something mischievous, and with very little convincing you would join him on these shenanigans, things happened, and you would talk about it years later, sometime Thor laughing at it, sometimes you and Loki were the ones laughing.

It had been a while since that. A long while.

Everything fell apart when Thor, Loki, and some of your friends went off to Jotunheim without you, since you had been helping your mother with something, starting a second war with the Frost Giants and your elder brother banished to Earth. Due to all that, it took you a while to notice that Loki’s behaviour was odd, even with all the tension, and he didn’t tell you what was wrong when you asked the first time, and before you could ask again, your father had fell into Odin sleep, and after a short conversation with you and Loki and your adamance since he was the more confident out of your two, he became Acting King, with you and your mother helping him at the side.

It wasn’t long after that, that Loki came to you late one night before bed, and admitted what happened at Jotunheim. About his skin turning blue, about confronting your father before his sleep, where he admitted that you and him weren’t his actual children- you were frost giants, abandoned by your own kind, on the dirty, freezing floor, left to die, seperated by a few feet just so you two couldn’t warm each other or find any comfort in each other. Odin had found you both, finding Loki first, before he heard your cries as well, that being how he decided which of you was older. He took you back to Asguard, and raised you with your mother.

It was an incredibly hard pill to swallow, and while you were still coming to terms with it all, the implications, how it affects the rest of your life, Loki was already feeling betrayal, abandoned and backstabbed by those around him and you, the fact that no one had told you two, and there was no plan to do so, and Loki had enough rage for you both.

Unfortunately for you, by the time you understood how far Loki was planning and willing to go, it was already too late. Thor was able to get back to Asgard, a battle broke out, the Bifrost destroyed, and Loki… Loki fell.

The days afterwards were hectic. You felt the eyes on you, expecting you to follow in your brother’s steps, to lash out, to cause havoc. Expecting you to be a monster. Your felt their looks burning into your back, but you never turned to look them in the eye, or address it. You were too devastated to care.

Thor addressed it though.

The first time he confronted a group glaring and whispering as you simply tried to monuever from your room to see your mother was a shock for everyone, including you. Thor shamed them for it, pointing out you were in mourning, and so was he, over your brother, even if he did make mistakes. Thor’s voice easily carries in the hallways, so everyone in the radius heard, and the word spread quickly that he wasn’t standing for you to be disrespected. After the dressing down he gave, he took your shoulder and led you to where you needed to go.

A few days later, no one dared stare, or whisper, especially with Thor always nearby like a guard dog. After weeks, Thor’s presence wasn’t needed to ensure you were left be, but he still remained close, assuring you that despite everything, you are still his brother. Loki is still his brother, and you both are family to him. He got you to open up to him about what Loki shared with you, what you had felt after he had told you, and how you think Loki was feeling, helping you both grapple with why what happened. Thor had a period of blaming himself- that if he hadn’t had been so reckless and pushed Loki to come with him to Jotunheim, or even go at all, none of this would have happened. You tried to convince him that he couldn’t have known, and that he had grown as a person himself since then, thanks to his previous actions. He told you after a few days he had forgiven himself… but you knew Thor. You knew that was a lie, and that Thor was too stubborn to try and let you convince him otherwise on the subject. It was probably why he was really upping the protective older brother act. Guilt.

After months, you found a new norm. You were still a member of the family, assured by your brother, mother and father. Your brother had shown his love and loyalty to you with his actions since the early days. Your mother showed it through her being there for you, reminding you she loved you and calling you her son, and your father showed it by never saying a word about Thor’s adamance and scoldings of people in the kingdom, and even ignoring and interrupting people who tried to bring it up to him, making it clear in his own way that he agreed in Thor’s actions. Fandall, Volstagg, Sif and Hogun, quickly warmed back up to you, practically forcing you to partake in the group’s antics. You still deeply missed Loki, wishing he was here, that things were different, feeling like a part of you was missing, but your friends and family made sure you barely had a moment to be caught up in those feelings. You were finally starting to heal, and learning to cope.

That was, until Thor came to see you one day. The Bifrost had been rebuilt, and he had been sent by Odin to check on things. You had expected him to be gone for a few days, so seeing him back so early was alarming. His face was solemn as well, and he quickly asked for you two to speak alone, which you agreed. As soon as you were, he didn’t hesitate to tell you what was wrong.

“Loki’s alive.” The words were a slap in the face for you. You remained staring at your older brother in disbelief, waiting for him to tell you this was a sick joke, but then you remembered who you were speaking to. Thor wouldn’t do that.

“That’s… not possible. Loki can’t be alive-how? You saw him die-”

“I saw him fall.” He corrected you. “I presumed that meant death for him- we all did. But I was wrong. He’s found his way to Midgard, and he’s got his hand on the Tesseract and he’s causing havoc there. He’s killed over a hundred people so far, and I’m now working with a group to try and stop him, and hopefully bring him home alive.” He explained to you.

“Then why are you here?” You asked him with urgency. “What do you need from here? I’ll get it for you- even if father will be angry about it.”

“I need you.” Thor told you, making you stop. “I can’t get through to him. He’s still angry about what happened… but he opened up to you. He’ll listen to you. You’re his twin, his brother by blood.” Thor explained to you. “I need you to come with me to Midgard, and try and talk him down.” He begged. For you, there was no question. No other option.

As soon as you arrived on Midgard, there was a group waiting for you, all of them eyeing you in a way that felt eerily familiar. They were looking at you like how your people used to look at you after… “This is my brother, and Loki’s twin, Y/N. He came to help, so I expect you to be nothing but kind to him, understood?” Thor ordered, making it clear he also noted their looks.

“Sorry if we’re all a bit tense around his family, especially his actual biological family.” One of them commented- a man with a goatee.

“Do you know where he is?” You asked, choosing to ignore the comment.

“Yeah, we managed to lock him in a cell for now.” Another man spoke up, that one in a purple shirt, seeming a little more shy.

“Okay. Take me to him.” You requested.

The way to the Helicarrier had been mostly awkward silence, sometimes interupted by some of the group trying to learn more about you- if you and Loki were actual twins are were just born around the same time and passed off as twins, if you were a Frost Giant as well, where you had been when Loki ‘turned evil’, why you hadn’t turned out the same, though by that point, Thor had finished that conversation immediately with a simple “Enough”, repeating it when someone tried to continue it. When you did arrive on board, you were introduced to another small group of people, Fury, Coulson, Hill- seemingly the ones running everything and who brought this team and Thor together. They asked their own questions- though in a more respectful and reserved tone, their glances to your brother over your shoulder telling you they were being careful not to set him off. After explaining what they hoped for from you- calm him down, get him to back down from his plan, and then have him go with you and Thor back to Asgard with no further incidents where he’d serve a small sentence, but after that, free to live his life- under continual supervision by your family to ensure something like this never happened again. If you couldn’t do that, then it was still up for debate on how he’d be handled. As you saw it, Fury was clearly offering you a way to get your brother back with minimal issues, and you weren’t going to risk it.

“One of us at least is going in there with you- as a neutral party.” Stark spoke up.

“I’ll do it.” Thor immediately spoke up.

“Shouldn’t it be a neutral party? Not a family reunion?” Barton commented.

“Neither’s a good idea.” You spoke up.

“You’re not going in there alone with him, we don’t know you well enough.” Steve told you.

“But I know him. I’ll watch over it all.” Thor argued.

“No! Listen to me!” You snapped. “I know Loki, better than anyone. He keeps his walls entirely up around people. He only told me about our true heritage when he knew for sure we were alone. If anyone else is in that room, he won’t say anything. He won’t cooperate. If anything, it’ll work him up. He’ll probably presume you’ve brought me here against my will and are using me as a pawn to get him to cooperate, which will make him angier. If Thor’s in there, he’ll presume I’m taking sides and betraying him. Let me go in alone, and just… talk to him.” You begged.

“Alright. Fair enough. But we’ll be monitoring from another room nearby, just in case anything happens.” Fury decided, seeming to take almost everyone by surprise, some opening their mouths to protest, before he shot them a look. “Hill, escort him down to the cell.”

Stepping into the room alone was anxiety inducing. As soon as you stepped in, it felt like the room was colder, the hairs on your arms standing up, and your heart began tor race. You glanced back as the door shut behind you, before you turned to look at the large spherical room you stood in, the cell made of glass on all sides in the middle, and inside, your twin brother, staring back at you in shock. “Loki!” You couldn’t help the sigh of relief as you rushed closer to the glass, while he remained still in the centre, staring at you.

“Y/N? How are you- what are you doing here?” He questioned in alarm.

“I came here for you.” You told him. “Thor told me you were alive, and I came immediately. Loki I’ve missed you so much- Thor and Mother as well.” He scoffed at that.

“He missed me? Thor is currently siding with the ones who locked me in here!” He responded, pointing to the door aggressively.

“He’s also advocating for you. He’s also advocated for me.” You told him with urgence.

“Advocating? How has he stood for us?” He questioned.

“He stood up for me after you left!” You snapped, making his expression soften. “Everyone looked at me different after you left. They spoke about me with me right in front of them. The looks they gave me made me want to curl up and die… But Thor didn’t turn his back on me. He confronted those who did, he was right by my side, and he let me grieve in peace… Loki, he stepped up for me, because he’s our brother, and he’s advocating for you now, because he’s our brother. For him, nothing has changed. We’re family, no matter who’s blood we come from.” You explained.

“Is that the whole truth?” He questioned you, his voice a lot calmer, though also sadder, and you nodded.

“Despite everything, you will always have me and Thor, and mother and father. Despite everything, we still have a family, and we still have a home. Please, Loki… come home with me.”

Loki frowned, looking down in shame. “It’s not that easy… The tesseract… It was given to me on an exception, an exception to follow his plan, and if I don’t follow it… he’ll reign hell on me, you, Thor… and everyone else. He has an army, we don’t stand a chance.” He expressed to you.

“Okay… okay. Well, tell me everything you can about this being, and we’ll figure it out, okay? We’ll tell father, and he’ll help, and I’m sure if we give them time to heal and show you’re a changed man and regretful about what happened, so will the Avengers, especially if this being intends to harm their home.” You pointed out, speaking loudly to ensure they heard you, remembering what Fury had stated.

“Y/N… Why are you willing to take on my burden? I put myself in this situation.” Loki questioned.

“If I recall currently, it’s always been your mischievous ideas getting both you in trouble, with me directly by your side. Why would this be any different? And If I remember correctly, Thor was always the one to see the fun in it all, make father be softer on us, and even take the fall for it. When this is all done, we’ll look back and laugh, but for now, let us help you with this nonsense.” You begged. Loki stared at you, pure surprise in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting to see his twin brother here today, he wasn’t expecting to hear that Thor had remained loyal to you back home and caring for you despite his actions, and he wasn’t expecting you to literally beg him to come home- a home you claimed was waiting for him. But the most shocking, was his own change. He never expected himself to change his mind, and switch sides so suddenly.

“Alright… I’ll tell you everything. He’s called Thanos…”

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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Love forever? | Pt.1

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Hospital, angst, fluff

Words: 1.2K

Summary: Natasha forgets that you are her wife after she suffered a head injury.

AN: Hi, I'm back 😁 I plan this to be a series but only if y'all want it too? And if I do it pls tell me if you want to be added to the tag list.

Part 2

You always knew this day would come. The day Natasha got hurt so badly that it would shatter your world. She was alive but you were the one who was barely breathing. The scene where Steve knocked on your door, all bloody and beaten up was constantly playing in your head. You knew right that second that nothing he'd be saying was going to be something good. "Natasha is alive." Those were his first words to you. You were glad he started that way since you honestly didn't know what you had done to him if he started any other way. Though his next words were all blurry to you. The words hospital, explosion, blood and head injury stood out for you and started to worry immediately. When he said "Natasha is alive" he actually meant she is alive for now. A head injury could go wrong fast, you knew that first hand since your twin sister died of an head injury after doctors said she'd be fine. You didn't know if you should go to the hospital to be with her or stay away since this all os very triggering for you. It didn't help that you and your wide had a nasty fight the last time you saw her. Would she even want me to be at her hospital bed? I hurt her pretty badly with my words and I do know that I regret saying them but her actions and words also hurt me.

In the end you decided to go to the hospital and be with her. You were an awful wife in her eyes anyways so not going would only proof her right even more. If only the past couple of months didn't happen then you both would still be in the bliss of an 'innocent' honeymoon phase. It wasn't until two days after staying with her and sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, that she woke up determined. "Y/N," she tried to speak with the tube in her throat. You pushed the button for a nurse to while you tried to calm her down. After them removing all the tubes out of Natasha and drinking some water, she was on her feet looking frantic. "Yelena." She muttered over and over again. "I need to find Yelena. Y/N, will you help me find my sister?"

Your heart broke at her words, realizing that her memories were gone. She thought she was back to the time when the Avengers undid Thanos' snap. Back then, which was only almost four years ago, Natasha also got hurt pretty badly, she was treated in a hospital too but you were very close friends there.

"Yes of course I will but Nat, listen to me carefully before you go off running alright?" She sat back down on her bed, looking at you intensely wishing you'd hurry up with what you wanted to tell her. "I'm going to get your doctor to inform him about what we want to do so he can discharge you properly. Then we have to talk where you last saw Yelena before we rush out into the chaos that's currently happening outside, alright?"

Natasha had the urge to ignore your advice and sneak out of here to find Yelena fast but she had a huge crush on you and somehow that made do the right thing by listening to you.

After going out her room and talking to the doctor about her memory loss you called her sister. She came as fast as she could, probably driving like a madwoman through the city. You both decided it was the best for her to stay outside just yet so you could explain Natasha what had happen in peace. "Y/N not to rush you or anything but I really need to go and find Yelena now."

You nodded your head. "I understand and I will help you, I promise. There is something important I have to tell you first though."

"More important than finding my sister?" Your wife started to get upset with you. The serious look you gave her was enough to give in. "Ba-.. Natasha is the last thing you remember how you got injured during the big battle against Thanos?"

"How is this relevant? Wait we won right? Or did I just dream about that?" The color drained from her face, she looked at you like a ghost that was horrified. "Yes we won.. the thing is that happened nearly four years ago."

Natasha wanted to laugh in your face, laugh at the bullshit you were saying, there was no way that happened four years ago. She grabbed all of the wires and iv's attached to her and ripped them all out, you rushed to her knowing she wants to escape from here. "I need to find Yelena." Was all she said but you didn't let her, it made her angry that you hold her back. After telling you once again she needed to find Yelena, you literally had to hold her.

Yelena decided to come in as soon as she heard noises along with shouting. The sight of you on the ground looking shocked and scared made her heart ache. She knew that it was Natasha's doing, Nat probably did one of her signature moves on you and Yelena knew that some of those moves hurt a lot when you come in contact with the ground. "Natalia, what the hell?!" Yelena came rushing to you, helping you get up but before she could ask you if you're alright you ran away. Nobody could blame you though. You basically just lost your wife and then she hurt you physically for the very first time.

Yelena visited you at your and Natasha's house in the evening. She told you about how Natasha stayed with her until she would remember more. One thing Yelena had yet to tell you was your wife wanted a divorce. Nat saw pictures of you three together at Yelena's apartment. Once iconic photo in particular was how she figured out you two were married. It was the photo of Yelena making a gagging face when you two had your first kiss at your wedding, it was clear to see you two standing the background. The blonde widow counted you as her sister in law, she loved you being her sister and additionally good friend.

It all came back biting her ass a couple of days later when Natasha demanded the signed divorce from you. You were broken at the news of your wife wanting a divorce and your sister in law hiding that information from you. You felt betrayed by both. Yelena broke out in tears the second she saw the devastated on your face. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you. You're my sister and I didn't want to be hurt even more. I honestly thought Natasha would change her mind about it."

"Yel oh god what am I supposed to do now?" You broke down in her arms, needing the closeness and comfort from her. The fact that you didn't seem upset with Yelena was a huge relief to her, she was afraid of losing you. "I don't know Y/N.... one thing I do know for sure is that you won't lose me okay? This is real, this sister bond is real to me and I love you too much to let you go."

You cried in her arms to the point you physically couldn't cry anymore. There was a silent agreement or swearing that you were never gonna loose Yelena.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Spicy Plants

18+ Minors dni

Stoned/ high Bucky x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)

A/N: Bucky being an adorable high goofball. This video inspired one of my favorite Bucky’s, also Sebastian is a treasure. Changed up the storyline from the movies to suit this better, everyone is alive and well. Please like, comment, reblog <3

Warnings: drug use (marijuana), fluff

Word count: 700

“Holyy shit….”

The team stood at the edge of the kitchen watching the most magnificent scene unfold before them. Sam, who was previously ready to crash into bed the second they got off the jet, was now very wide awake. Nat cocked eyebrow, more studying exactly what she was looking at than judging.

Tony was grinning wildly, his phone whipped out, and pressing record immediately. He made sure he got footage on both his phone and suit. You and Steve stood wide eyed, jaws gaping; this had to be some shit Thanos pulled. Multiverse variants and all that because how in the fuck…

“Is he okay?” Clint frowned, genuinely concerned about what he was looking at.

“Hes…y/n come get your man” Sam was wheezing, nearly doubling over trying to contain his laugh so the super soldier wouldn’t notice.

I want your love was blasting through the kitchen speakers and in the middle of it all was Bucky, pumping his arms, twirling and jumping as if he was the main character in High School Musical. His hips swayed from side to side as he whipped his head wildly, his fluffy hair bouncing each time he threw it back. God he was so adorable.

“Bucky….” You cautiously approached your boyfriend, biting back a laugh as he continued to flail his arms, not noticing anyone watching him.

“Who the hell is Bucky” He whipped around, not stopping his movements, continuing to jump and spin his head dangerously close to the lights that hung above him.

“God, I’ve heard that before” Steve groaned, rubbing his temples remembering the last time his friend said those words. Though he wasn’t sure which moment between this or that was more traumatizing.

“OWW” Bucky smacked his head on the light fixture, only acknowledging the pain much later, rubbing his head as he continued to bounce and sway.

“Baby….come here” You cupped his face, face as he slowed his movements though not stopping, still hopping slightly as you tried to get him to look at you. His eyes were glazed, eye lids heavy, giving you a goofy smile. You giggled, shaking your head knowing exactly why he was acting this way, clearly stoned out of his mind.

“Hi” Bucky grinned at you, taking your hands to dance with him, picking you up and placing you onto the kitchen counter. “Where did you go peanut?” He smushed your cheeks together making your lips pout as he giggled.

“We wur o a isson” You struggled to speak as he continued to giggle, squeezing your face in his hands.

“Oh no. Peanut. You’re having a stroke” Bucky held your face firmly, his eyes wide as his mind did mental gymnastics trying to understand what you said. Before you could say anything, his face lit up as if he had the greatest epiphany in his life.

“What if…what if we just shoved Scott up Thanos’s ass. And then let him grow super big and then boom. Bloowwww Thanos up. Why did no one think of that, hm? Why didn’t the wizard give us that option. I’m brilliant as fuck”

Tony howled from the side as Sam continued to wheeze clutching his stomach.

Bucky had let go of you, now rummaging through the cabinets for a snack, setting out ingredients for what could only be a monstrosity of a sandwich.

“Bucky, baby did you go into my stash” You held back a smirk, knowing that is exactly what he did. The effects of drugs affected Bucky differently than alcohol; he was much more relaxed but also much more loopy.

“What stash y/n” Bucky looked at you, batting his eyes as if he had no idea what you were referring to.

“The weed you goof, how much did you smoke?”

“I didn’t do anything” Bucky shook his head, adding marshmallows on top of the potato chip and gummy bear sandwich.

“Really?” You shook your head, “so you’re not high out of your mind on drugs?”

“When did Bucky ever do drugs?” Bucky looked at you, his eyes wide as he gave you his best puppy pout. You stared at him as he spoke in third person, “Bucky had some spicy plants, that’s all”

“Spicy plants?”

“Yep. Spicy plants”

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vrisrezis · 11 months

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Hi, feel free to ignore me, but I was wondering if I could requesting Rocket asking Peter for advice in confessing to the reader and Peter just giving him the worst advice.

Best rocket rq right here

Rocket knew in his mind it was a terrible idea to ask quill of all people for help. In all honesty, it was very hard for him to ask for help to begin with and asking it from quill was extremely embarrassing. While he had trouble letting go of his ego in general, this was especially so when quill was in the equation. However, at this point in time he’s known you for years. Way longer than he’s known all the other guardians, aside from groot. You’d been around, you’d been a ravager for as long as he’s known you. You mentioned Peter a few times, as apparently he was the reason you became a part of the ravagers and he was the reason they didn’t end up killing you for some cheap dinner. You never got your two buddies to meet till it was on accident, that fateful day when you and quill wanted to sell that stupid orb.

Point is, he’s known you for what feels like forever. But it doesn’t matter how long he’s known you, quill has known you longer. Quill knows you better than anyone else, he’s your best friend and was your partner in crime for the longest time. He hadn’t exactly made his feelings to you known, or moreso the extent of them. Up until… a certain point.

About a week ago, all of you had to defeat quills crazy dad. In the midst of you trying to save Peter from dying, rocket practically begged you not to go. Threatening to basically tase you the same way he did to gamora. He didn’t want to, but he was perfectly willing if it meant you wouldn’t die out there. Even though you did end up getting tased, he did end up accidentally pouring his heart out. “You are everything to me.” he admits, unwavering in his confession as he continues, “I know your mad at me for stealing some stupid batteries we don’t need, but please. Don’t go. You’re somebody I cannot afford to lose.” he’ll never forget the shock on your face, the contemplative look, and the sorrow you suddenly feel. He knows that look, you’re trying to say goodbye, despite how much it hurts the both of you. “I’m sorry rock. But I have to go in there. Quills my best friend.” and he does as promised, and tases you as soon as your back is turned to him.

It’s been a week since then, and while the two of you talked and made up and all that sappy shit, he has yet to really confront you about his feelings. Or even talk about it. Knowing you, you most likely took it in a platonic sense. Like how groot means everything to him. Or how quill means everything to you. He knew it was a bad idea to ask quill, for anything. However as far as you’ve mentioned, quill has been around, having many good experiences with many different women (and bad ones), and he was also able to woo thanos’s daughter of all people. There must be something he’s doing right. And if rocket ever wants you to like him, this is the way to go. Unfortunately for rocket, his fear of you rejecting him is bigger than his fear of letting his ego go in front of quill. So he slowly walks over to quill once the two are alone. He raises a brow at his little raccoon friend, and rocket tries to be casual with the Terran. “Level with me quill.” Rocket starts, leaning himself on the wall next to him, arms crossed. “How the hell did you even manage to get gamora? You, of all people” he says, barking out a laugh.

Peter rolls his eyes, “did you just come here to mock me?”

Peter considers rocket a friend, but of course, the both of them love to get on eachothers nerves.

“Anyway.”

Peter thinks for a moment, and shrugs. “Must be my natural charm.” He smirks, “I mean, any girl would be lucky to have me, right? I’m the legendary star lord!”

Rocket scoffs before laughing in peters face. “Oh please quill, you are the last person anyone would ever want. Gamora was just fooled into likin you. I’m asking how you tricked her into liking you so much cause only a true idiot would like you.”

“I didn’t trick her!” Quill says, raising his hands in defense before putting them back down. He suddenly gives rocket a knowing smile, and rocket immediately regrets ever saying anything to quill. “Is this about y/n?“

Rocket immediately starts laughing, which may had given himself away. Out of all the laughs, that was by far the fakest Peter has ever heard come from rocket. “Are you just sayin that cause they’re the only other furry creature around? Cmon quill. I’m clearly just curious as to how somebody as pathetic as you ended up with thanos’s freakin daughter.”

Quill is not convinced, staring down at rocket in amusement. “Do not look at me like that.” Rocket says, “I mean it! Quill! I do not like them like that!”

“Sure you don’t.” quill laughs, and rocket starts to groan. “Just tell me the trick already!!!” he yells in frustration. “There is no trick. It doesn’t work like that.” Quill says, shaking his head, hands on his hips. “Love comes naturally. I don’t know why gamora loves me, but she does. You’re not gonna be able to trick y/n into loving you.” he says, and for the first time, rocket thinks quill is kinda being sorta wise.

“But…” quill lifts his pointer finger up, and gives rocket a certain mischievous grin. Usually when the two are about to do something incredibly stupid, he gives rocket that little grin. “We can convince them.”

The plan was simple. While at first, quill had stated that maybe being overly sappy and romantic would win you over, rocket refused to do anything of the sort. So quill had suggested something else entirely, but still had the sense of sentiment. He wasn’t the biggest fan of these turn of events. However, rocket accepts his fate, for the most part. All rocket had to do was act like he doesn’t care, he is a master at his craft. Be as casual as possible, maybe call you a cute nickname he never calls you, and then maybe hit you hard with sentimental shit. Problem was he wasn’t going to say that sentimental shit cause he refused. An error in quills plan, but suppose quill thought he’d be fine without the integral part of this plan.

Rocket walks into the room you happen to be in, seeing you converse with gamora. Gamora seems to notice rocket, and gives you some excuse as to why she needs to leave now, as you raise a brow at her but simply shrug it off. Gamora gives rocket a knowing nod, and rocket feels even more humiliated that quill told her. He would have to kill quill later, but for now he needed to focus on the mission. You.

You notice him, and wave with a smile as he walks over to you. “Hey rocket, how’s it going?” You say, making some small talk. Though as you know, rockets never been a fan of small talk. You know he’d normally keep the conversation going, having it being anything other than small talk as he finds it to be a waste of time, but he simply shrugs. “Fine. Hows it going with you?” he asks, and you shrug, looking at him for a brief moment, seeing if something was wrong. Anytime you engaged small talk with him, he’d give you a irritated glance. Honestly you made an effort to do it often in order to annoy him. Rocket almost panics under your suspicious gaze, he’d barely even said hello to you! He can’t be that bad, can he?

He pretends there’s something in his nails, picking at them and not bothering to glance at you. “So..”

“So…?” you look at him, almost as if you waiting for him to continue. From the looks of it, it seems like he expected this conversation to go in a different direction. You notice his sudden frustration. “Oh screw it! Y/n. I gotta talk to ya and you gotta PROMISE” he emphasizes on the word promise, lifting his pointer finger up to drive his point home, “you won’t laugh, okay? Promise.” you nod, and smile at him. “What’s up? You know you can tell me anything rocket!” rocket lets out a deep sigh, “normally I’d be annoyed by your enthusiasm, but I actually need this right now.” he admits to you.

You can’t help but wonder what it could be that even he’s nervous to tell you. While there’s a lot about himself he hasn’t exactly opened up to you about, like his past, you get the strange feeling that’s not what this is about. You’ve comforted him before, whenever he gets nightmares and tells you not to tell a soul, not even groot. Especially not groot. You always listened, never gossiping to anyone about to ur friends deep struggles, you listened to him talk when he actually decided to open up a bit to you. It wasn’t much but after each nightmare he got he’d open up a bit more and more. You wondered, if this was one of the cases where he’d be opening up to you. But again, it felt different. Like he was trying to open up, but about something else you didn’t know about.

“Listen.” he starts, scratching the back of his head. Something you often did to comfort him, he tried to do it in a casual manner so you wouldn’t notice the action too much. But as always, you noticed. Nothing escapes your keen eye after all. You reach over and start to scratch his ears in hopes it’ll help. He knows that if he didn’t have all this fur, he’d be blushing. He grabs the hand scratching his ears, but in a gentle way. Not in a way that’s telling you to back off, nonetheless you stop scratching in case he doesn’t want you to do that anymore. To your surprise, he holds your hand in place, intertwining your small fingers together. His paw in your paw. You look at him with concern, a look he’s never seen you give him. He shakes his head, smiling at you. A smile that isn’t because of him laughing at somebody’s expense or even a cocky smile, his smile seems full of love. His eyes are telling you that, anyway. Like he’s looking at the most amazing thing in the galaxy. And you can’t help but wonder why he’s giving you that look.

He sighs, happily, dreamily. “You’re as clueless as ever.” he finally says, shaking his head, almost as if he can’t believe somebody could be so blind to how somebody close to them feels for them, “I’m not gonna keep up with the sappy shit. But I’m kinda in love with you.” he says, and that’s all he manages to spew out. And it’s then you realize why he’s looking at you in such a way. This is him confessing his feelings, and being vulnerable. Being himself, just like you’ve encouraged him to be for so long. And in that moment you realize, you love him too.

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mochie85 · 1 year

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Man of The Month Part 6: June

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Summary: Thor tries to convince you of the appeal of having an Asgardian as a love match. A/N: I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for giving me the inspiration for this story. and to @springdandelixn for letting me bounce ideas off of. As well as @muddyorbsblr for the positive push. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Nudity, Language, bad Google translations.

Thor paced in the common room waiting to be called down. He was twirling Stormbreaker within his palms- the action bringing peace to his mind while he ruminated over the problem at hand.

He trudged along the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the sunlight. Looking down, he could spot some of the adoring public with signs for him, and the other Avengers, at the street level. He smiled and waved as he covertly flexed his biceps to show off. He could hear the faint screams of some of the more ardent fans.

Thor prided himself on his body. He trained and fought hard to get back in shape. Especially after fighting Thanos. Never again will he feel weak and sullen. His people were safe. The world was safe. And his brother- is alive! Now if only Loki would actually live.

He needed to find a way to push his brother into action. The both of you skirted around each other like young adolescents with their first love. Initially, it was cute, but now it was just getting tiresome.

He knew that if Loki wanted something, truly wanted something, he would fight for it. He wouldn’t give up so easily. Thor assumed that Loki would’ve mentioned something about his affection towards you sooner. Especially when the whole photoshoot started, and Stark announced a gentlemanly competition amongst them for your love and affection. He thought that Loki would, in his exaggerated fashion, claim that he loved you more than anyone else on the team and that you were off limits.

So maybe a more hands-on approach was needed. He looked over to Loki who was eyeing the door to your studio all morning. When he finally looked over to Thor. Thor gave him his sweetest smile.

“Do you know whom she fancies, brother?” Thor asked him suspiciously.

“Why would I ever care to think about whom Y/N is attracted to?”

“How do you know I was speaking about Lady Y/N?” Thor raised his eyebrows and goaded him. “I can tell that you care for her Loki. Just admit it.”

“In a platonic manner, yes. I simply care for her as a friend and think that she’s overworking herself for the sake of this insane date-keeper.”

“Thor, you’re up! Scopes asked if I could get you.” Shaun interrupted their conversation.

“Thank you, Master Xu. So, tell me, is she in a good mood today?” Thor asked, a plan hatching in his head.

“Yeah, I suppose so. I had to go in there to make sure she ate. You know how she gets.” Shaun said towards Loki who just clenched his jaw.

“Oh good. She’ll have enough energy for me, then.” Thor said. Loki grew apprehensive by his statement. What could Thor be planning?

Thor stopped pacing and took off his cape, followed by his armor's top leather chest plate. The screams from outside nearly doubled in decibels. His rippling muscles were on display for the two men sitting with him as well as the rabid admirers downstairs. Lightning fizzed in the air as the gentle hum of his power radiated throughout the room.

“Dude. How do you get that muscle right here?” Shawn pointed towards his own body, asking for advice.

“I don’t know, my fellow warrior- work out?” Thor shrugged, clapping his hand on Shaun’s shoulder. Shaun just rolled his eyes.

Thor marched off towards your studio, his smile growing wide as his plans finally came together in his head.

Loki stewed as he watched his brother take his turn with you. His fury was on the verge of exploding. What was his brother planning? He didn’t know what to think when it came to Thor. At first, Loki thought that he would have to fight him for your attention. He didn’t want to admit his feelings for you, especially to Thor. He always manages to get everything Loki desired for himself.

But yesterday, Thor showed great respect in guiding you toward him. That perhaps Thor was helping him in his pursuit of you. But now, it seems the gauntlet has been thrown as Thor unashamedly disrobed and strutted like a peacock toward your studio.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor greeted as he walked through the door.

“In here Thor. On the computer. Are you ready?” You yelled out, finishing the lettering for Scott’s page.

“Almost. You said as naked as we’re comfortable with, yes?” Thor queried.

“Yes…” his question made you suspicious of what he was planning. You slowly turned the corner, hearing Thor rustle against some of the exercise equipment.

“OH MY GOD, THOR!” You yelled as you quickly covered your eyes to his full-on nakedness. It wasn’t quick enough, however. Your skin blushed and heated as the image burned itself in your mind; Thor standing proud, his sharp and distinct muscles on display as well as his -ahem- well-endowed instrument. You got a full-frontal view of his other hammer.

PENIS! Ohmigod, I saw his Penis! And you were not going to scrub the image away anytime soon.

“While I appreciate the sentiment, Lady Y/N, you do not need to call me your god. I am simply just the god of thunder. But if your exclamation is due to my superior physique, I welcome that whole-heartedly.” He said coming closer to you.

“STOP!” You held your hand out. “Stop where you are. Don’t come any closer.” Your one hand covered your eyes, while the other reached out to ensure he was far away from you.

Your hands felt warm and firm skin. Trying to figure out what you were touching without looking, you ventured your hands north, not wanting to accidentally touch Mjolnir. You peeked through the open slits of your fingers and realized you were touching his hard pecs.

“It’s all right, milady. You can look. We Asgardians don’t have those predilections to modesty as your people here in Midgard. We are open about our sexuality and propriety. You should have seen some of the more robust gatherings we’ve had in the past. Even Loki…”

“…And I’m gonna stop you right there.” You interrupted him holding your finger out to his lips.

“But I was just going to say that Loki…”

“Shhh!”

“Loki…”

“AJZZZZSSSSHHH! Shh! Stay. Right. Here. Thor. Okay? I’m gonna need a moment.” You left him in the studio, not looking back.

All Thor wanted to do was recount how Loki would be the center of attention at these bacchanalias’ revels back on Asgard. Thor’s plan was to show you that Asgardians aren’t as prudish as the Midgardians here usually are. He was going to narrate all the stories that made Loki legendary back home. Surely, Thor could’ve validated Loki’s readiness and eagerness to please a woman such as yourself. He would’ve attempted to make Loki appear as voracious and capable so that you would want to copulate with him that much sooner.

It was a foolproof plan. Why, in all the nine realms, would you deliberately push this opportunity away? Maybe she doesn’t like him back?

You walked out of the studio and slammed the door behind you. You pinched your shirt and attempted to get air through your neck as your skin continued to flush. You slid down the wall and sat in the hallway, waiting for your breath to catch you. You knew you were gonna see some things during this whole ordeal. You did not expect it to be Thor’s. And you certainly did not expect it to be that – godly.

“Darling?” Oh, holy hell! “Are you all right?” Loki’s voice settled in your ears and brought about a new pink hue throughout your body. You looked up and watched him crouch down to you. “You look uneasy. Has my brother done something?” Loki stretched out his hand and felt your forehead with the back of his fingers. The coolness of his skin sent shivers down your spine as the nearness of him heated up your core, causing you to sweat, embarrassingly so, in front of him.

“I…um…I just needed a moment. Y-your brother is in there. Naked.” You swallowed.

“He’s what?!”

“Fully naked. I saw everything.”

“Did he attempt anything? Did he hurt you?” Loki said with a simmering rage as he stood up and walked towards your studio door.

“No. No. No. Loki. It’s fine.” You said as you grabbed his hand to try and stop him. He looked down into your eyes and then at your joined hands. “He was just exuberant about the shoot. That’s all.” Loki helped you stand up, carrying you to your feet. His jaw tightened as he relished the feel of your delicate fingers in his hands.

All too soon, you took them away, not wanting to make him feel more uncomfortable than he already is.

“I apologize for my brother, Lady Y/N. Sometimes, he requires adult supervision.” Loki tried to conceal his hurt at your reluctance to hold his hand. “Would you like me to stay with you?”

“You’d do that?”

“There’s nothing else I would rather do. Of course, to watch over Thor.” Loki amended.

“Right. Of course. To watch over Thor.” You agreed.

No sooner had the two of you gone inside the studio, that Loki threw a towel at Thor’s face. “Will you cover yourself up, you brute!”

“Loki!” Thor yelled with excited glee. Maybe my plan worked after all, Thor thought. “I’m so glad you could join us brother. Although, why are you here?” Thor questioned as his eyes darted back and forth between you.

“Go on, darling. I will make sure he is proper by the time you finish your preparations.” Loki whispered into your ear. You left to get your camera set up quickly, wanting this particular shoot to be over and done with. “I was outside waiting to hear of your turn and what do I see? Y/N! Running out of her studio acting faint as if she’s seen Yggdrasil itself.” Loki whispered angrily in Thor’s ear.

“Truth be told, brother…” Thor gave him a look, raising his eyebrows. “…I mean…” Thor said pointing towards himself. “They don’t call me The Mighty Thor for nothing.”

“Pray to our father, Thor, that I don’t beat you mercilessly right now. It is by the grace of that lovely woman that I spare your life. What exactly are you trying to pull?”

“Oh, come off it, Loki. I’m on your side. I was going to tell her of your capabilities. I was going to promote your virile sensibilities and your voracious appetites. I mentioned our past exploits and the orgies we used to have back on Asgard.” Thor said clapping his brother’s shoulder. Loki’s eyes grew big with malice and shock. “If that doesn’t appeal to her, then nothing will,” Thor said winking as he put on a pair of shorts.

“You WHAT?” Loki yelled in anger.

��Thor…are you covered?” You said coming back into the room and looking down.

“Oh, he’s covered all right,” Loki grumbled through gritted teeth.

“Oh good. Ok (phew). Thor, why don’t we start with some simple shots of you standing there?”

“Wherever you want, Milady.” Thor happily obliged, standing and posing in whatever way you thought was best. Loki stood behind you, trying not to let his rage get the best of him.

Thor embarrassed him! In front of you! The misinformation, the lies, and fabricated images in your head will surely turn your favor against him. There was only one thing to do. Retaliation.

You took some snapshots of Thor, not really looking at the viewfinder or at the preview window of your camera. You were focused on getting him posed and standing still for more than a couple of seconds. Handling Thor was like handling a four-year-old hopped up on sugar and juice with ice cream to spare. So you had him burn off his extra energy on the workout equipment you had set up.

When you did decide to look through your viewfinder, you were confused. Is it the lighting? Is it- is it Thor? “Um, let’s take a couple more pictures, Thor. Maybe ones with you on in a different light.” Thor happily obliged, smiling at his brother. Loki only pulled a side of his lip up in anger.

You continued to look through your camera. Angry and confused. You kept looking back at Thor, then at your camera, then back at Thor. It was like you were capturing two different people. Maybe it will look better on the computer.

“How did they turn out, Lady Scopes? Did you capture my physique? The essence that is THOR?”

“I, um, captured something. Although, I don’t know if it’s me or maybe…” Thor came around the computer to see what your reluctance was about. As the pictures loaded on the screen one by one, Thor got angrier and angrier.

Each picture of him resembled that of what Stark liked to call ‘The Lebowski.’ His definition, his arms, his physique, all rolled together into a shapeless form of what he used to look like.

“LOKIIIIII!!!!!” Thor yelled next to you, making you cover your ears. “What?!” Loki growled back. “Change them back this instant!” “No.” “Why would you attack me like this brother?”

“Why would you embarrass me in front of…Why would you embarrass me?!”

“I did no such thing.” “Did too!” “Did not!” “Did Too!” “Did Not!” “DID TOO!” “DID NOT!”

“BOYS!” you yelled out. “That’s enough!” Both men looked at you, stunned. Only their mother could get both of them to stop arguing like that- with a firm, and resolute command.

“Sorry.” They both apologized in unison.

“I appreciate the apology. But what you both need to do, is apologize to each other. Thor, you embarrassed Loki and that wasn’t very nice.” Although you had no idea what he would be embarrassed about. Perhaps, it was the fact that Thor’s behavior was uncouth to him. “And Loki, it wasn’t nice to remind your brother of a very delicate time in his life. Now, say sorry to each other.” Both men looked each other in the eye and they apologized. “Jeg mente bare at du skulle komme inn i hennes gode nåder, Loke. Jeg støtter deg. Jeg vil at du skal være lykkelig.” (I only meant for you to get into her good graces, Loki. I am on your side. I only wish for you to be happy.) Thor said in Norwegian.

“Din intensjoner er gode, bror. Men, for kjærligheten av Alfǫðr, la meg klare dette selv!” (I can see that your intentions are good, brother. But for the love of the All-father, let me handle this myself!) Loki pleaded. Thor nodded his head in agreement. “Og jeg skal gjenopprette bildene dine. Jeg lover.” (And I will restore your photos. I promise.) Loki answered back in the same language, flicking his hand, and restoring the photos to their original grandeur.

You had no idea what was said. Only that the two gods shook hands. “Milady,” Loki said with a bow. “I should take my leave now. I feel like I’ve given you more work than I’ve actually helped. Plus, I don’t think Thor needs any more adult supervision,” He chuckled.

“Oh. Ok. Goodbye Loki. Thank you for your help today.” Before he left the door, you caught up to him and said, “You know, if you ever want to just come by, you’re more than welcome here.”

“Truly?” he asked amazed. His heart lightened and fluttered at your invitation.

“Ya, I mean. You certainly helped that one time with Scott. And now with Thor. I think I could use an assistant,” you smiled up at him.

“Thank you. I shall have to think about it. But just know, that I am always here if you need me,” he smiled. You nodded and turned the corner, back towards your computer, before Loki could register the happy dance you were doing internally.

“I saw that!” Thor said, surprising you from your reverie. “You like him!”

“Shhh!”

“You like my brother!” Thor exclaimed giddy and elated! “I knew it! I knew it!”

“Keep it down Thor!” You tried to silence him. You didn’t know if Loki had left your studio already, but you would be embarrassed to know if he heard anything.

“I overheard Xu and Lang talking about my brother’s fondness for you. It was quite evident to most of the team. I don’t see why my brother doesn’t see it.”

“Thor. There is no way. Those two are just making stuff up. Gossiping chicken heads.”

“But you like him. Admit it.”

“Thor, please. I’d rather keep my wits intact. I Like him. I do. Too much.” Even though you said that last line under your breath, Thor’s godly hearing still caught it. “But I’m not…”

“If you finish that sentence with something negative about yourself, dear Y/N, I will be forced to have Banner do those weekly talks with you about feelings and thoughts.”

“Ok. I won’t.” You smiled up at him.

“Du er like blind som Loke.” (You’re just as blind as Loki.)

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙣

A/N: Okay so I don't care if you guys will judge me but damn I had fallen for this Mister Bird Man and I thought like " Why the heck I won't write for this fine specimen?" So enjoy darlings, because that's gonna be a wild ride and there is probably gonna be another part! And a friendly reminder, when the italics start, please listen to "Only Love can hurt like this"...

Summary: After being alive for 20.000 years alonsgide your brothers, losing one, losing your parents,your home and Thanos snapping everyone, you were ready to take a break from everything. While having a different identity and a somehow normal life, you couldn't have guessed that a shy, Egyptian nerd would come to ask for your help which eventually led you to meet with someone you thought had betrayed you.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairings: Khonshu x Goddess!Reader( romantic); Steven Grant x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Marc Spector x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Jack Lockley x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Layla El-Faouly x Goddess!Reader( Platonic)

"Thank you so much for covering for me, Leena! I don't know how I can pay you back..."

"Don't worry, darling! Just bring your daughter over for a play date and everything will be fine!"

You waved at the young mother who you called as your friend and watched her get out of the shop hurriedly. You sighed heavily and sat down to look at the many people passing by with a sad yet content smile. All of these people who didn't know anything about the snap just went on with their daily life and those who were aware of what happened were trying to adjust to life again. You were happy that everybody was safe and sound but remembering how two of your best friends died and the anguish you felt when you couldn't feel the heartbeat of your little brother Loki was...

You shook your head when someone came in and you immediately grabbed your apron to go to the front. You passed by a young girl who was struggling with college and feeling sympathy for her, you touched her forearm slightly to give a relief to her. She looked around curiously to see if there was something wrong around her, not being used to feeling so relaxed after days of stress. You called out her name, making her scared out of the thought that she did something wrong. Smiling reassuringly at her, you made a thumbs up at her.

" Don't stress over college that much! It's not that worth it and please go home early and rest! That's an order!"

She widened her eyes at you and with slight tears, nodded her head to go and change her outfit. A pair of brown eyes were watching your interraction with curiosity and wonder. He wasn't used to seeing such kindness on a complete stranger ever since his childhood. He slightly turned to the ancient God next to him to not catch any attention but just gaped at him since he was feeling... sadness? Love?

Can this sassy old God even love someone?

"Hey, just wondering? How do you know this woman and how can she help us?"

"And why are you being all mushy?"

"Marc Spector, if you talk about her like that one more time, this will be the last time you'll ever talk."

Steven raised a hand in surrender and just pouted, turning to look at you talking sweetly at a child, he couldn't help but think that you were just an ordinary girl who had a simple life as a barista who was kinda cute and motherly who was also great at making coffee.

Elegant look, kindness that could match even Gods, and good looks-

"Don't you dare to think nasty things, little worm!"

"Okay, easy there Murder Bird!"

He scoffed and wanted to throw a snarky comment at him but when they heard you laugh over your phone while holding your chest thightly, Steven jumped up on his seat at Khonshu growling loudly at you- no, to the one you're talking with.

"You know, Buck... I prevented a death today and I'd like to consider this as a character development!"

"Oh, yeah? How did you do it then, doll?"

"Self restraint, of course!"

You were idly fixing the tables while talking to Bucky who became a close friend to you after helping them for some time with the new Captain America. Even after you three parted ways, they were still a part of your daily life since your daughter loved Sam's corny jokes and your son adored how strong Bucky was. They both weren't used to someone so young, little yet strong kids look up to them, especially Bucky who thought that he wasn't a good man that deserved praise. Before you could scold him for laughing at your answer, you visibly beamed at hearing your son and daughter over the phone, both of them laughing joyfully.

"Is that momma you're talking? We want to talk too!"

"Yes, Uncle Bucky! We want to!"

You sat down and looked at the many pastries before you absent-mindedly while Bucky was trying to set the excited kids down to let them speak to you. He couldn't exactly blame them for their excited fidgetings since it's been a long time they saw you and he wasn't sure if he could keep up with their powers and smartness any longer.

Being born to the two strong Gods wasn't that easy. The spiritualness, smartness, and limitless power the duo held between their little hands were inmeasurable and that made you worry more than anything in the life. Who knew what would happen to them if humans learnt about them? Or your enemies? Would you be able to protect them from the harsh world?

You winced when a particular harsh and angry scream erupted from your daughter. Heart pounding hard in your ribcage, you asked if everything was all right when Bucky told you that she got angry at her brother for pulling on her hair and threw a blue and white ball at him?

"Wait... Did you just say a ball of blue and white?"

"Uhh, yeah, doll... That's exactly what I said but- Hey? Y/N? Are you there?"

"Ah, yes I am! I think I should come there quickly though... I guess her powers are starting to appear and I need to be there to calm her."

Sighing heavily to yourself, you touched the star necklace around your neck to find some solace and comfort midst your anxiety attack. Remembering your one and only love used to bring a painful stab to your heart and an inexplicable feeling of revenge and hatred but now, there was just a hollow emptiness inside where your heart used to be. Your eyes started to sting, your heart paced faster at the memory of you two's last day together.

The late night sky was shining with the bright twinkling light of millions of stars. The purple galaxies across the endless universe and constellations was such a sight to behold that you just admired what your lover created while swinging your feet in the river. Your father, Odin, was pretty much angry at this relationship you two created, stating that you were a princess and therefore deserved the best, strongest God as your husband... and preferably a human one. You giggled at the memory of you yelling at him so hard that your beloved Sun almost scorched the whole Asgard. You could even feel the air shifting around you and hearing what sounded like a coo and awe, you felt your cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink before sprinting out of the Great Hall to visit your lover in his realm.

And now here you were, throwing your head back fondly to look at the endless sky. Seeing your grumpy yet sweet lover, you smiled so wide that it made even the aloof God smile at your small form. It was hard, being with a 8 feet God while you were hardly 5'7 but somehow you managed by finding that he can posses a human body. You didn't like the idea that much since he was using a poor guy who didn't know anything and you loved the true form of him more than anything.

"My Goddess, why are you smiling so hard for?"

You hugged yourself hard when you heard his deep and raspy voice while he was holding his staff between his hands and folding his legs to sit next to you. Looking up at him and kissing his beak softly, you took his long arm between yours and looked at the lake before you which was painted with a deep night blue which was lighted by the little fireflies.

"Nothing, My God... Just thinking about my father and you."

"Hmm... I hope you don't think about pranking him with your brother, my star."

"Ah, never never! Me, the Goddess of Sun, Power and Eternal Life, is going to prank the Father of all Gods? No way!"

A deep chuckle rumbled inside his chest and vibrated to your own smaller figure which made you close your eyes peacefully. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you made the most with the time you two had before you went back to the palace to work with your mother. Looking at the hollow eye-sockets of your lover, you made an attempt at speaking first. But before you could open your mouth, he beat you into it.

"My Moon, My Star... You do know of how much I love you, right?"

You looked at him with your pointer finger up, mouth forming a shocked "o" shape at the voice of the God of Moon and Vengeance, the one who would throw snarky comments and annoy everyone sounded so... insecure and unsure. The realization made you look at him in sadness and also curiousty, wondering why he brought this up so suddenly.

Turning your head to the big and shining Moon, you looked back at the God that was your lover who was looking down at you, waiting for an answer. You couldn't probably see it that well, but internally, he was at the verge of freaking out. Eveey second you weren't answering was like a year of torment, a million swords piercing his body at everywhere. He knew he was rough around the edges, that you deserved a more romantic lover who wouldn't yell over you when you fluster him, or someone you could cuddle easily, walk around easily... The list was a long one, and unfortunately, Odin threatining the absolute shit out of him if he didn't leave you was good enough as reason to be sentimental.

"Leave my daughter alone, you little God! How can you possibly think that you're good enough for her?!"

He still remembered how your mother tried to calm him down while he was walking back to where he came from, mind already clouded by what he was supposed to talk to you. He wasn't gonna just leave you like that just because Odin told him to. Heck, he felt like he found the other half of his existence! You, with your bubbly personality, caring self, smile full of love and eyes that couldn't even rival the brightness of his Moon were everything to him.

And he would rip out his own heart if it meant that you could be together, even if it was in another galaxy.

"You know... The Moon actually shines thanks to the Sun, and without the Moon, Sun wouldn't have such a meaning to anyone except brightining around while burning itself for the sake of others..."

Khonshu looked at you with what you assumed as wonder and a deep love, your bond being strong with him. You definetly have a way with your words, my little one, he thought while gently caressing your hair. He hummed at you, urging you to go on and you grabbed his hand. Putting something a little heavy in his hand, Khonshu tilted his head to left and opened it, only to see a sun-shaped golden necklace. Looking at you for any affirmation, you just nodded your head and got up to put it on his body, right in the middle of his Moon Symbol.

" You're the reason I don't loose myself, the reason I always give life and enlighten paths for people. I'd like to think that we both complete each other and... I really don't believe my life would have such a meaning if you weren't in... there..."

You blushed and shied away from him, taking a few steps back when you felt him freeze and get tense. You beat yourself in your mind for speaking so carelessly and pouring your heart out at him. You two weren't even in that part of your relationship! You didn't even mutter any "I love you"s to each other, and you had to go and utter such words! Idiot YN!

" Why?"

He didn't know why exactly he said that, I mean you literally serenaded to him and he asked "why?". But he really wondered the reason. You were such a powerful God, beauty that could rival Helen of Troy, or Aphrodite and Hathor and every Goddess all around the realm yet, you chose to be with him. You chose to love him, cherish him 'till the day you'd die and felt so strongly about him that you even created your very own hidden heaven just for you two to come and love each other.

Knitting your eyebrows, you smiled sweetly and kissed his forehead. Lingering there a few second, you took a step back and put his hand on your chest, right where your heart was.

"Because I'm in love with you."

And just like that, he pulled you to his lap and smelled your every part, he always thought that even though there was a heart, nothing could make it beat so loudly. Not protecting humans, not ripping hearts, not Hathor's music, nothing.

Except you...

"My Moon, be mine. Let me make you mine and cherish you forever in the presence of our love for each other."

Feeling every inch of love he had for you through his lovesick voice, you nodded at him with slight tears. Bandaged hands started to caress your body and took you in his arms to go where your palace was residing. You couldn't help but caress the skull and whisper to him.

"Silly, Don't you know I've always been yours..?"

And the Moon shone so bright that it was visible even in the morning and the Sun was shining in such a warm yet strong way that people were curious yet happy since their days will go with peace. You two made your bond stronger by making love to each other for the first time, both in his true form and in a human, laughed freely and happily, not caring about how you'll be in trouble for all the bruises he gave to you but you were fine. You had your lover here, with you, soon to be married for eternal life... Turning to look at him, you softly kissed his jaw and closed your eyes for the sleep to take you over...

Not knowing that the Sun you adored so much would loose its spark in a matter of seconds, and the heart that was once filled with love would be nothing but a heart that screamed for one thing:

Revenge.

*****

"Lee! There is a creepy looking guy and a sweet girl looking straight at you for the past 30 minutes! Shall we call the police!?"

When a co-worker whisper yelled at you, you almost fell of the chair, if not for grabbing the table at the last minute. You looked at her with wide eyes, almost hearing what seemed like an amused chuckle and she got panicked, stuttering over her words while trying to apologize but you cut her off to understand who she was talking about and where that damn chuckle was coming from.

"What man and woman? Where? Show me, show me!"

"Right behind you but don't be too... Obvious..."

She sighed annoyed when you turned abruptly to look at what she was talking about, and you saw a curly-haired woman who had a sweet yet awkward smile and a man looking at you as if you were his next prey with soft curls that fell on his forehead. By the look of his eyes, you could guess that he was somehow in a lot of wars or jobs that included killing, not serial killer since he wouldn't come with a girl to observe his victim, maybe a mercinary or something like that.

Keeping the eye contact, you turned on where you were sitting and looked at them with whole of your body turned to them, legs dangling both sides of the chair. Leaning down a little bit more, you tilted your head to see if any of them would stop looking, whether it was out of discomfort or their human eyes finally loosing the batte against being dry for so long.

"Are we going to keep staring at each other until your eyes will dry so hard that not even water would help, or are you going to stop?"

And you smirked in victory when both of them groaned out in discomfort, rubbing their eyes to ease the pain. You chuckled and grabbed your eye drop for dry eyes, whistling at them, you threw it at the girl while fixing your clothes.

"You know, staring at people is rude and you even kept looking at me when I clearly warned you? You got some real guts, darlings!"

You stood in front of them, folding your arms in front of your chest, waiting for them to finish dropping the eye drop. You turned your head to the back slightly and smiled at your co-workers to let them know that everything was fine and that you were going to deal with the duo. Taking off your notebook and pencil, you waited for them to talk so you can just go and prepare their orders and go back to your place to your kids.

"Okay, gentleman, my lady, what may I bring you?"

"Look, we aren't here for-"

"An Iced-Latte and Americano would be great! Right, Marc?"

You looked at them with a bored yet curious gaze and raising your brow at the look the woman was giving him, thight lips with half wide eyes that screamed for him to shut up, you shrugged your shoulders and wrote their orders. Smiling at their way, you went back to your place and started to prepare what they wanted while trying not to laugh at their banter.

"Look, I know you want to ease into the talk but we don't really have time! Harrow is right on our tail and-"

"And freaking her out would be no help, Marc! If she really is who she is, than she already knows everything just let us get her trust!"

Oh My, What could two mortals do with a God?, you thought, while twisting your rings anxiously. You could just march up right there, tell them to go away since they'd be throwing themselves into more danger by being with you but your mind couldn't help but wonder: Who was this Harrow and how do they know who you are?

Meanwhile, a certain ancient God was right behind you, with his staff planted on the marble floor firmly. He extended a bandaged hand out to you, wanting to touch the face he dreamed of seeing again for all these centuries but he looked at you in shock since his hand just... slipped through you. He shuffled where he was standing and clutched the sun shaped necklace on his chest thightly, as if he was in pain. He didn't understand, do you not see him? Was he wrong about this woman being you? Did you forget about him?

Marc, thinking that Khonshu was right behind him, turned to question the God but when he saw that there was no one, he frantically looked around, finding him right next to you, trying to touch you and fail miserably. He nudged Layla and they both looked at him curiously while Layla was sad. She frowned at the scene since the snarky, grumpy God looked like a little kid trying to grab his mother and that he was somehow looking at her with pure sadness and a sullen look. Layla turned to Marc and leaned down to his ear to speak what was in her mind.

"Do you think... Maybe they have a shared past? It's not normal for him to be so... depressed."

"I don't know but I guess we're about to find out..."

You shivered slightly and looked around to see if there was any open windows than necessary and upon finding none, you grabbed their drinks and walked towards them. Smiling to yourself at the delighted look on the woman's face which made you smile softly at her even more and before you could go and change your outfit, she called out to you.

"U-Uh, Miss! Can we talk a little bit!"

"Uh... Sure, just let me change quickly okay?"

When you came from the back room and sat down in front of them, you could see that the man next to her was no longer the one you saw earlier. Sure, the body was the same but the look he was giving were shy? Anxious, and a little bir excited?

"Sorry for asking this but... Are you Egyptian?"

"Uh, yeah! I am and my friend here is-"

"You sure?"

They both looked at you with their mouths hanging open widely, the man spilling his coffee almost over himself and you gighled delightfuly at their shocked faces while handing a napkin to the poor man who thanked you stuttering.

"Ahh, that's the best part of the day! But seriously, your pheromone levels are quite high to be just friends and I'm not dumb... Actually I didn't mean the sexual tension you both have, more like you used a singular word whereas there are 3 people in one body..."

"Holy Fuck, she really is a Goddess!"

"Shhh, you idiot! Don't shout thing like that!"

You closed his mouth with your hand and looked around you anxiously to see if there was anyone who heard you. You sighed in relief since most people were outside and sat back down on your seat. Looking at them with hooded eyes and a tired look, you lifted your head to look at the woman before you.

"Look, sweetheart... I don't know who do you think I am or how much you know about me but I'm not the one to help you..."

"Wait, please! We know you faced many shit but you have to listen to us, you're the only one that could help us and if you don't want to help, then we'll let you go!"

Layla would have pressured you into listening to them more, even using harsh words but the look on your eyes touched her heart deeply. The tired eyes,dull look that screamed to let go of you... They were the same eyes she used to have and even though she didn't have a great sense of feeling people's emotions, she was sure as hell that you have been through a lot.

Thinking about her offer for a minute, you looked at the door and to them, trying to decide which option was better. To be honest, walking through that door and never looking back was a good idea. You didn't even know these people, you owed nothing to them to accept their offer and you weren't in the mood to deal with a bunch of kids... But the desperation and scared look in their eyes, even though they tried to hide it, was clear and that made you sit straight on your seat. Whining and pinching the bridge of your nose, you nodded and accepted to talk.

The woman, who later told you her name was Layla, smiled in gratitude and looked at the man beside her, who was Steven who had three alters, to speak since things were about to get complicated.

"Okay so, even I don't really understand what really is going on but one time I woke up in the middle of a meadow, got chased down by people and was holding a dung beetle. Later, I saw a man who was talking about the other world, the after life and then used a cane and then sucked the life out of a woman, saying that maybe bad thing will happen in the future and then everyone screamed-"

"All Hail Ammit, right?"

"Yes! But how did you..?"

"Ammit is the ancient Egyptian God that devoured the soul of those who she deemed unworthy. Eater of Hearts, Devourer of the Dead... Please, continue with your story, Steven Grant."

" And I don't know they were after the dung beetle and when I opened it, it just started to fly around, there is a God that wants me to be his avatar, well actually Marc is his but since he's inside my body, I kinda am his avatar too... And how do you know my surname, I didn't even tell you!?"

You sighed lovingly at the man who forgot that you were a Goddes yourself and waited for him to realize his mistake and when he did, he blushed so hard that he just wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide there forever. You pat his hand softly, telling him that it was okay and asked him to show you the beetle. Inspecting it while turning it upside down, you started to murmur to yourself.

" The ancient Egyptians identified this with creation, the indisputable strength of masculinity, procreation, wisdom, reincarnation, immortality and renewal... Ammit has been imprisoned for centuries and if there is a man, using her powers to collect souls... and thinking of the meaning of dung beetle... It's obvious that this Harrow man is trying to set her free, Steven..."

You gave it back to him and rubbed your face while thinking. The Egyptian Gods have always been into chaos more than anyone, being like little children and all that. They never gathered around one topic or aim, resulting in more chaos. They didn't even care about humanity anymore, opting to observe them through their avatars and even then, they didn't really give a single fuck about them. Always thinking so highly of themselves, looking down at humans... No wonder you hated their guts.

If this man would set Ammit free... You didn't want to imagine what would happen to the world.

"But... How can we stop them? We don't even know any God except you and you might not even help-"

"Who told you I'm not gonna help? I mean sure I'd have loved to have the retired life but... Unfortunately, if you come face to face with the other Gods, they wouldn't be nice to you... and probably wouldn't listen either. With me in the picture, they'd have no choice but listen."

"And Miss Lee... Since you're gonna help, can we learn your real name and identity please? If that's... okay?"

Looking at her sharply, you looked down and up at her, knowing that you were making them anxious second by second. Grinning joyfully, you nodded your head and popped a lollipop into your mouth, extending your hand out for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Layla El-Faouly! I'm the Goddess of Sun, Power snd Immortal Life... Daughter of Odin and Frigga, elder sister of Thor and Loki, a mother of two children and a woman who is this close to loose her shit."

She laughed at your way of introducing and watched you hug Steven to yourself lovingly, patting his head softly and praising him for being smart enough to find you. He curiously looked at your right and you turned your eyes at where he was looking but seeing no one, you ssked him what he was looking at.

"Oh, nothing! It's just... we didn't find you, he showed you to us..."

"He? Who?"

"It's the God of-"

Everyone inside the shop screamed when multiple bullets sounded around. Protecting Layla and Steven, tucking their head under your arms, you looked around to see a man with a cane walking towards you three. Creating a light shield around them, you took tentaive steps to the man looking at you with a fond smile. Feeling uneasy of his presence, you took out your staff and directed it to him. He stopped where the end of your sun staff ended, he bowed in front of you.

"O' the strong Goddess of the West, the one who enlightens paths and give what they desire, I find such pleasure in meeting the daughter of Odin..."

"As much as I like being praised, I really would rather you talk to me standing up, Arthur Harrow."

Smiling at you, he got up and after setting your staff down, he kissed your hand softly which made you raise a brow at his action. Meanwhile, Steven and Marc was having a headache over Khonshu screaming right next to him.

"IF YOU LET HIM TOUCH HER ONE MORE TIME, MARC SPECTOR, STEVEN GRANT, I'LL TEAR DOWN EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE OUT OF YOU!!"

Not being aware of what was happening behind you, Arthur started to talk while looking at you in astonishment.

"I never thought I'd see the day I'd be in front of such power but even someone like me can get lucky from time to time..."

"Cut the bullshit, darling... Enough of the praises, I already know why you're here."

"Then you also know that I've come here to convince you to join-"

"Who do you think you are, convincing me? I am the one that will decide on what I'll do and I'm the only one who will decide whether you're telling truth or not!"

Layla and Steven let out a wow at your voice echoing all around, and your body shining in an angry orange and red, Arthur's men took a few steps back but he only came closer to you with a manic grin. Directing your staff at him again, he didn't care and continued to talk.

"Oh, I can see why such a power is coming from you... Who would have guessed that a Goddess can have revenge inside of her so powerful that it's enough to burn everything?"

"I don't have revenge or anything like that inside me, watch your tongue, boy..."

"Oh, but you do. The fall of your home, your brother and your friends, being betrayed by the one you thought who loved you... So many sins have been committed against you..."

"Shut up..."

"I know the feeling... The same God who spoke such lovely words to you, whispering his love and affections also deceived me as well..."

Well, that caught your attention. Did he even know what he was talking about? Did he really know Khonshu at some point? You looked him up and down to see if he was throwing any lies at you but you saw... none.

With wide eyes, you lowered your guard and looked at him with big, shaky eyes. Seeing that he was getting under your skin, Marc took over an tried to break the shield that surrounded them.

"Do you... really know him? I mean-"

"Khonshu? The ever changing God? Yes, my dear... I know him and how he betrayed me just like how he betrayed you..."

Marc grunted in pain and cursed at you for creating such a strong shield. And the fact that Khonshu was screaming and trashing out didn't help.

"MARC! SAVE HER FROM HIS CLUTCHES!"

"Who is that woman to you anyways?! WHY ARE YOU SO-"

"BECAUSE SHE'S MY WIFE, YOU IDIOT!

"YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!!"

Before Arthur would try and touch you with his filthy hands, you heard the breaking of your shield and it was as if something switched back on. Growling at the man before you, you punched him hard from the balls and threw him away from you. Fighting against the men surrounding you, you turned to look at Steven and Layla to see if they were fine but what you saw made you falter and silently cry...

For the same bandages and Moon shape was on Steven, and your husband standing right in front of you protectively with a pleading and crushed look...

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I don’t know if you write for Kate Bishop from the MCU. If you do, would I be able to request an imagine where the reader is one of Clint’s kids; and Kate becomes an older sister figure to them and helps them become a superhero, please?

'hero in training' - platonic kate bishop x reader

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It’s surprisingly difficult for your parents to take you seriously.

You’d think that having not one but two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as your mom and dad would lead to an interesting childhood. By all accounts, it did, what with your dad having to head out to battle Thanos or pick a side when the Avengers split up. That being said, you were really hoping to become a hero in your own right, but apparently that’s where Hawkeye and Agent 19 draw the line.

They’re just trying to keep you safe by keeping you out of their line of work. Supposedly. That’s how the excuse goes, at least, and goodness knows you’ve heard it often enough for the words to become familiar. People get hurt when you tangle in the Avengers business. Since you’re still a kid, they don’t want you to have any part of it. Sure, your parents made sure you’ve been taking self defense courses since you were old enough for the tutelage to have any impact, and your father trained you in the bow and arrow before that, but it’s not the same.

Secretly, you’ve always wanted more. Ever since you figured out that your dad was an Avenger, you couldn’t wait until you could join those ranks of heroes. Earth always needs a protector, and this need is only strengthened ever since your world broadened to include the rest of the galaxy. There’s a place for you as a hero, you’re certain of that. The only problem rests with convincing your parents that it’s time for you to help take up the mantle of saving the world.

They’re not too pleased with the idea, to say the least. Your mom insists that saving the world is going to have to happen after you graduate college, and your dad is leaning more towards pushing that date to never ever. No matter what you say about it being your responsibility to help protect the universe when it needs a helping hand, they’re not likely to guide you along that road.

You were assuming that you’d never get a chance to prove your worth. Your dad seemed more than ready to hang up his hat as a former Avenger, especially since you were all dusted and came back to find him without one of his oldest friends. You miss Natasha just as much as he does, but losing the Black Widow solidified the idea in your dad’s mind that he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else he cared about. As one of his precious children, you were certainly one of the ones to be protected.

After Thanos was defeated, you had assumed that was it, so much for your hero aspirations until you were old enough for your parents to get off of your back. However, only a short time had passed before Hawkeye was back in the news, and, most excitingly of all, back in the business. He claimed it was only going to be a one-off affair, something small that he would handle and return with plenty of time for Christmas.

As the days passed, though, and your dad stayed away to handle the ever-growing issues, you started to wonder if maybe your hopes might have a chance at coming back from the dead. Once your dad came back with his new sidekick in tow, you knew you were good as gold. One way or another, you were going to become a hero. Even if you had to draft Kate Bishop to make that happen.

You had a game plan. All the best heroes do. When she first walked through your door, Kate looked terrified, so nervous about accidentally being an unwanted guest that she failed to pick up on the scheming spark in your eyes upon seeing her. Immediately, you befriended the girl. That part was easy, and would have happened even if you weren’t planning on asking her for tips on how to crack into the hero business. Kate’s a nice girl, and a great friend. Honestly, even if you won’t be able to hack it in the world of the Avengers, you’d still be glad to have met her at all.

By the end of that weekend, you and Kate find yourselves staying up late after everyone else went to bed, aimlessly talking about whatever comes across your mind. She’s really funny, and many times you find yourself wiping tears from your eyes from laughing too hard.

On one of these occasions, Kate glances across the sofa at you. You watch as her broad grin turns into a softer smile. “Thanks for having me over, Y/N. I mean it. I’m really glad Clint let me come over.”

“Of course,” you assure her. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

She nods. “Absolutely. If there’s ever anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Please.”

This is exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Well,” you say slowly. “You said anything, right?”

Kate frowns. “Hopefully still something legal, but we can get around that. What did you have in mind?”

You can’t hide your devious grin any longer. “I want you to train me to be a hero.”

Kate blinks at you. “What?”

You wave your hand vaguely at her. “I’ve been begging my dad to train me for years and he never gave in, but somehow you broke through his shell and got him back into the ring. I want to know how you did it. I know martial arts, so I can fight, but I don’t know how to start helping people who need it. You do. Teach me your secrets.”

Kate shakes her head disbelievingly. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have a feeling I’d make a terrible teacher.”

“I have a feeling that says otherwise,” you insist. “Come on, Kate. At the least, it won’t be boring.”

Kate glances self-consciously at the stairs, but upon certifying that no one else is listening into the conversation, she nods at last. “Alright. Just don’t tell your dad, I finally got Clint to stop getting annoyed with me. I don’t need him to freak out because I took you on a few patrols.”

You pump your first in celebration. “Oh, I’m not saying a word. Trust me on that. This is going to be so good!”

Kate can’t help but laugh. “I think that’s right.”

Hero lessons start the next morning, bright and early. Kate claims that heroes have to be ready to defend the world at all hours of the day, but you catch her yawning into her hand when she thinks you’re not looking anyway. The two of you go on runs, practice sparring, and trade shots at the archery targets in your backyard. Although she initially tries to hide it, you know Kate is impressed with your marksmanship. That’s just the perks of growing up with an Avenger, you suppose, but it is quite satisfying to watch each of your arrows hit the bullseye whenever you fire.

Not all of your training is physical, though. Kate also teaches you important things like strategy– how to tell when you’re walking into a trap, how to get information without exposing yourself as being on a case, how to trust a stranger without letting down your guard. You half feel as if you ought to be taking notes, but Kate’s so passionate about what she says that it’s easy to follow along and remember afterwards.

Kate’s visit to the Barton family farm ends eventually, as all well-intentioned visits must. You still insist that she’s got several more months to go before she even begins to get on your nerves, but the older girl just laughs and says that it’s for the best that she heads back to the city, anyway. Something about needing to clean up loose ends. Kate assures you that you’re free to visit at any time, but you know you’ll still think fondly on these days in not-so-bleak December, back when the two of you were running circles around everyone else and planning out what it means to be a hero.

The two of you exchange phone numbers before you go, and it’s a rare night indeed that you haven’t heard from her, either a text message here and there or a lengthy call recounting all that you’ve experienced since you last parted. You’ve already made your dad promise to take you with him the next time he goes to Manhattan so you can visit Kate, and the two of you have a long list of things you need to do while you’re there. Fence, for one thing. Practice archery, for another. Maybe even save some lives while you’re at it.

Even if you and Kate may not be having face to face clandestine meetings anymore, though, that doesn’t mean you’re likely to give up on your dreams of becoming an Avenger someday. You practice according to her tips, consistently checking in to make sure you’re improving as you should. One day, you’ll get your chance. You can feel it.

Maybe six months after you first meet Kate Bishop, your patience comes to fruition. On a day trip with your school to a nearby city, you’re traveling from museum to museum with your class when you spot someone getting mugged down a nearby alleyway. Your first instinct, of course, is to help, so you murmur a quick excuse to your classmates before ducking down the alley.

The thieves aren’t expecting someone like you to jump in, and they certainly aren’t expecting you to kick their asses. The victim thanks you profusely, which makes you feel great. Maybe being a hero is well within your reach after all.

What you didn’t like so much, however, was having to sit around the police station later as a key eyewitness to the crime. You forgot one key step, which was to clear out pretty soon after saving the day. Your dad has to come pick you up, and although you’re not in trouble, you still feel guilty for making him go out of his way to get you.

Clint sits down across from you in the police station waiting room. He eyes your bruised knuckles with a raised eyebrow, then sighs. “Kate Bishop got to you, then?”

Your jaw drops in surprise. “What? I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your dad snorts. “This whole scene has her name written all over it. Kate’s got a good heart, but her planning needs some work. I’m assuming you made her help you out after I told you that Avenging couldn’t be in your future?”

You wince. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You’re expecting a lot of reactions from your dad upon hearing that you’ve been sneaking around behind his back to pursue the one career ambition he’s strictly declared off-limits. Breaking out into quiet laughter, however, isn’t that. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad? You saved someone out there, someone who needed it. You kept yourself safe and kicked some bad guy ass while you were at it. I’m not mad, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads onto your face. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “Just– next time tell Kate that the two of you don’t have to hide it from me, alright? I think both of you could use extra lessons in how to pick your battles.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Alright, alright. Does this mean she’s visiting again?”

“Maybe that you’re visiting her,” he suggests. “I’ve got a meeting coming up in the city and I was thinking about taking you with me. Only if you want to, of course.”

You spring up from your chair, wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I want to! Let’s go, I have to call Kate about this immediately.”

Clint shakes his head fondly as the two of you head to the door. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Neither of you can get involved in multiversal nonsense, promise me that.”

“Absolutely,” you assure him, but you cross your fingers when he’s not looking. When it comes to you and Kate, the sky’s the limit.

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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could you do a general concept for Steve Rogers/ Captain America (maybe between Civil War and Infinite War)?

Yeah, sure! I'll do that Cap as he has matured a lot around that time. I hope I get his character right.

Sorry this mostly focuses on how he acts between Infinity War and Endgame- There was more angst ^^;

Spoiler warning for Captain America: Civil War, Avengers Infinity War, and maybe Endgame.

Yandere! Steve Rogers Concept (Civil War - Infinity War Era)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Mass death, Manipulation, Grief, Paranoia, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of death, Guilt-trip, Feeling of helplessness, Steve is a broken man more than anything in this.

Well, he certainly has a different thought of you in both Civil War and Infinity War.

Between those two movies he's treated as a war criminal and goes into hiding.

He probably met you before Civil War, perhaps around Avengers or Winter Soldier time.

He's adored you ever since and wanted to play hero for you.

He's naturally compassionate and protective towards you.

He's like that the entire time you know him.

Steve feels he's happy as long as you're safe.

Where's a better place than beside him?

Then the events of Civil War shake this fantasy he has with you.

You've been beside him for the events of Ultron, he already expects you to see his side in this.

You do, luckily, as of now he hasn't shown any yandere behavior you can really predict.

When the Avengers split, you promise Steve you'd do whatever you can to help him.

Even if it places you in prison.

Steve is Manipulative, Protective, Obsessive, Dedicated, and Caring prior to Infinity War.

He dedicates himself to seeing you happy, safe, and smiling in his arms.

He tries his hardest to keep you out of the hands of Tony's team.

He doesn't want you hurt because he has beef.

Steve would try to tell you to stay out of the way and help from afar.

He loves that you want to help, but Tony will definitely find you if he drags you with him.

He only returns to you when the events of Civil War settle.

The government sees him as a war criminal, he loses the flashy outfit and goes with something more subtle.

Most of your time with Steve is in hiding.

He knows he shouldn't put you through this... but you stay around because you still do care for him.

Things start getting bad when Infinity War happens.

More specifically, after it but before Endgame.

Infinity War leaves Steve a mess.

He's lost so much.

Perhaps you survive, the gauntlet deciding you'll be spared.

Steve never lets you go.

He doesn't think he could ever.

Bucky and Sam? Gone.

Gone like half of everyone else.

His grip on you when he sees you is tight.

Friend or lover... he doesn't care.

He knows now he can't lose you too.

Infinity War breaks Steve.

Mentally, his heroics are tossed aside and he's ready to do anything to keep you.

Steve is no longer the Steve you knew.

He's a paranoid shell of a man.

Thanos has done his job, yes, but anything could take you away from him.

Whenever he holds you, it's like he's scared to let go.

He's just happy the universe spared your life... if it didn't... well...

He isn't sure what he'd do.

Steve clings to you because you're one of the last things he holds dear.

He forgets personal space and privacy.

To him, it no longer matters.

Which causes him to be suffocating.

He guilts you into staying beside him.

He can't let you go after everything that has happened.

This makes him manipulative, pulling at your heart when he holds onto you.

Tears hit your shoulder and you realize how much he's affected by this.

The feelings of regret... guilt... loss.

Manipulating you becomes easy.

His overprotective behavior was a bit suffocating before.

He might as well be smothering you now.

He trusts no one around you except the remaining Avengers.

Even then, he wants to be the only one around you most of the time.

When he does find somewhere to live again he keeps you there with him.

There's a good chance your family is gone, too.

You might as well stay with him despite his behavior.

He's obsessive over you as you're the last one he has.

He can't connect to the others as much as he does you.

He keeps you to his chest, petting your head, as if you're his only comfort.

Perhaps you are now.

Despite him isolating you, saying he's all you have/need.

He's caring.

Steve still cares deeply for you.

Even if the others say he's obsessive.

Deep down, they can't blame him.

The world has changed.

They've lost.

Steve is just clinging to all he has left and you aren't entirely sure if you can/want to leave him.

Even if they fixed this, if they brought everyone back...

His grip will still be tight, he'll still guilt you into staying...

Steve will probably still never leave your side ever again.

#yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere avengers #yandere captain america #yandere steve rogers

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ravensinthedaylight · 4 months

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Masterlist

AO3: Ravensinthedaylight Requests: Open Taglists

I do not write :

Smut in any way, shape or form

Male/GN reader

Hateful material (homophobia, racism, ableism, body shaming, etc.)

Natasha Romanoff (platonic/parent only)

Ready or not Here I Come - Your mama, Natasha can’t find you during a game of hide and seek and gets worried

.-.-.

Wanda Maximoff (platonic/parent only)

Whatever Means Necessary - When Wanda arrives back after being snapped, she discovers that you, her daughter, sacrificed yourself in order to obtain the soul stone so that your mother’s girlfriend, Natasha, wouldn’t have to. Wanda’s devastated and lost, and so is Nat. A few months after her and Natasha call it quits and Wanda takes a trip to Westview, the small town she had planned on moving to with your eleven-year-old self when she retired. Wanda just wants you back, she’s willing to do whatever is necessary.

.-.-.

Wandanat (platonic/parent only)

Your Safe Embrace - Y/N is a child newly rescued from a HYDRA base who also happens to be the child of Natasha Romanoff and the adopted child of Wanda Maximoff. The two have decided to give the seven year old time to get used to her surroundings before coddling her. But Y/N just wants to be held.

Rather You Guys Anyway - Your friends ditch you to go and watch a movie while you’re at the mall, luckily your Mama’s have no problem picking you up.

.-.-.

Blackhill (platonic/parent only)

Appendicitis - Nat and Maria are gone on a mission leaving you with Wanda and Vision and the twins in Westview, the only problem is the constant pain in your tummy, at first you thought it was just a bug, but it only gets worse

Blow out the Candles - Maria, your mama’s girlfriend, doesn’t come to your birthday party due to work, the day after you hear a conversation between her and your mama that you don’t fully understand. Two days later you receive and envelope as your birthday present. And you couldn’t be happier.

.-.-.

Winterwidow (platonic/parent only)

The Endgame - When Thanos snapped, you lost everything.

The Aftermath - The loss of a child is something no parent should ever have to go through. Unfortunately, Bucky and Natasha had to go through it twice in both of their lifetime. Sequel to ‘The Endgame’

.-.-.

Peter Parker (platonic only)

coming soon

Johanna Mason (platonic/sister only)

coming soon

.-.-.

Katniss Everdeen (platonic/romantic)

coming soon

.-.-.

Finnick Odair (romantic only)

coming soon

Emily Prentiss (parent only)

Ruby - When Emily leaves for a case she leaves you with your godparents. They both decide to take you to the movies, but that night something terrible happens. The next day Emily Prentiss and the team sit, listening to the case file going over the facts of your godparents murder and your own kidnapping.

.-.-.

Hotchniss (parent only)

coming soon

Daenerys Targaryen (platonic/parent only)

City of Ash - You struggle to look at your mother, Daenerys, after the burning of King's Landing.

.-.-.

Margaery Tyrell (platonic only)

coming soon

Thomas (romantic only)

coming soon

Klaus Mikaeleson (romantic only)

coming soon

.-.-.

Nora Hildegard (platonic/sister only)

coming soon

Addison Montgomery (parental only)

coming soon

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maximusmaximillian · 1 year

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Why Namor x Shuri doesn’t work from a storytelling standpoint

Before I went and watched Wakanda Forever for the first time last Christmas, I saw so many people talking about how Shuri and Namor should’ve been a romantic couple. So I walked into the movie and for the first half, I could kinda see why some people could come to that conclusion. And then the second half happened and I was genuinely wondering if we saw the same movie. 💀 And while I didn’t (and still don’t) ship them, personally, and was (and still am) very confused as to why some people did (and still do), I wasn’t really bothered by it. Initially. But the more I think about it, the ship makes even less sense when you think about from a story writing perspective.

I will (begrudgingly) give Namor x Shuri shippers one point, Namor and Shuri do have good chemistry. Letitia Wright and Tenoch Huerta do play off each other well. But I would argue that it takes just as much chemistry to play enemies/rivals/antagonistic relationships as it does to play romantic/platonic/positive relationships. Any two characters on screen (on on paper or on stage or any other narrative art form) must have chemistry. Compelling character dynamics are important to tell a good story. Imma call it negative and positive chemistry.

Positive chemistry

Let’s look at Shuri as an example cause she has no canon love interest in the comics or in the movies, so most of this is fan theory.

Shuri and Peter Parker would likely have good chemistry because

- they’re both intelligent so will likely have the same interests

- they’re around the same age so they would likely be able to relate to each other

- they have the same dry sense of humor

- they have the same goal of wanting to defeat the bad guys -eg- Thanos

Whether platonic or romantic, they would make sense as a pairing.

Another pairing post WF we can look at is Riri and Shuri, and they work because

- they’re also both very smart but are often undermined because of their ages

- they have shared trauma and as a result are fiercely protective of one another

- they also have a similar sense of humor

- they both have the same goal of wanting to defeat the Talokanil and especially Namor (He does try to kill both of them. Several times. 💀)

- they literally finish each other’s sentences

Once again, platonic, romantic or even sisterly, it makes sense.

What makes both these pairings work to a degree is the idea of them being equal in some regard. Whether equal in intellect, or age, or race, or any other metric, they clearly both see each other as equal, even with Shuri being “the Crown Princess of an international superpower” and Peter and Riri being “average” civilians. They more or less agree on a common enemy and how to deal with said enemy, with morals and values that more or less align. (Within the context of the world they inhabit.)

Negative chemistry

But Namor and Shuri have what I would call negative chemistry. They do have some things in common which can be where their chemistry stems from, such as

- they are both rulers of powerful kingdoms who love their people and will do anything to protect them

- they both experience great personal loss and therefore are motivated by grief

- the surface world poses a great threat to them and may be exploited for their resources

- they admire each other’s kingdoms (the physical spaces that their people inhabit)

However even with these similarities we see that there are some glaring differences.

- Namor does not view Shuri as an equal, despite their similarities. His line of “you are queen now” showed that he was never willing to conduct to business with Ramonda, likely because she was the only person on the surface world who bested him when she lured him out of Talokan to facilitate Shuri and Riri’s rescue mission. He was simply looking for an excuse to get her out of the picture. Also, Namor’s love only goes as far as his people. Shuri’s love of people goes far beyond Wakanda’s boarders.

- He is reckless with his grief. He is correct in hating the surface world, and in particular white people for the pain they caused his people. But wanting to wage war with the whole world is extreme. Shuri on the other hand, has a better handle on how she externalizes her grief. She recognizes that even though she is angry at T’Challa’s death, the rest of the world doesn’t deserve to feel the extent of her wrath. Even when Namor does kill her mother, she rightfully directs her anger at him. She doesn’t become antagonistic with anyone else or try to take vengeance from anyone else. Sure, she has some outbursts at Nakia and M’baku, but she never really alienates them.

- Namor and the Talokanil, immediately resort to violence and war when they feel a threat from the surface world. But since no one knows they exist, this threat is hypothetical for now. (We know it’s going to happen when they do find out, given the track record of some countries in the world, but not yet.) A direct contrast to Ramonda and Shuri, who in the face of real eminent threats, resorted to peace and showed their aggressors mercy.

- Namor, despite wanting Wakanda’s help with his mission, ultimately doesn’t view Wakanda with anymore sympathy than he does the rest of the world. He has made it clear that he hates the surface world and everyone in it, which includes the Wakandans. I mean, “no love” is literally his name. Wanting to destroy the whole world, funny enough, including other Mayan descendants who were enslaved or colonized, is no different from wanting to wage war on his so called ally, killing half of them and then killing their queen. He never liked or respected them as people. That was not going to change with Shuri.

It’s also another reason why he killed Ramonda with no hesitation despite knowing what he knew about Shuri. It would be easy to forgive him if he had never met Shuri. Then Ramonda would simply remain as the nameless, faceless monarch of a powerful country. But the fact that Shuri opened up to him about the grief she was already carrying, only to inflict more pain, makes his crimes way more egregious. He knew Shuri on a somewhat personal level and still chose to kill the queen. Knowing she was her mother. It goes back to the point of him never seeing Shuri as human or recognizing her feelings as valid. All he wanted to do was push her to the extremes of grief so she would become reckless like he was. It’s clear that Namor doesn’t see Shuri as an equal. Which means that any positive development that would happen between the two would take a long time to properly write.

I’m sure someone out there has come up with better terms than “positive and negative chemistry” in a screenwriting book somewhere, but I was just thinking about different character dynamics and how they work. Many compelling relationships have that element of chemistry. For example, in the first Black Panther, T’Challa and Shuri bounce well off of each other. Positive chemistry. It’s also why Killmonger makes the perfect antagonist to T’Challa. Negative chemistry. It’s all chemistry that translates differently. Batman and Joker. Superman and Lex Luthor. Thanos and the Avengers. Team Dynamics within the Avengers. Thor and Loki. The Guardians of the Galaxy. And so many more. It’s all different types of chemistry. So yes, Namor and Shuri are arguably both great characters with complex motivations, and together, do have stellar chemistry, but is it chemistry that produces romance? I don’t think so.

In conclusion, yes, ship who you want (even when it makes no sense), these are fictional characters (who represent real world dynamics), it’s just for fun (how?), etc. but looking at it from the perspective of a storyteller, the character dynamics would not make it work. If you write a story with two such characters and they end up in love, it wouldn’t make sense.

(These are just the 3 am thoughts of a sleep deprived college student 😀)

#black panther #wakanda forever #shuri black panther #riri williams #namor #i need to go to sleep #I have so many assignments and yet I wrote this mini essay #💀

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chuuyrr · 1 year

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scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader participates in the kyoto goodwill event and takes everyone down

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (kyoto goodwill event), multiple scenes of mcu! wanda maximoff were referenced (wanda vs thanos, wanda vs illuminati, and etc.)

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, teen! scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader, joins the kyoto goodwill event at jujutsu tech. the kyoto students, on the other hand, underestimate you due to your lack of cursed energy, them evidently unable to sense your chaos magic, your powers as the scarlet witch, which is why you are determined to show all of them their place and that you weren't a special grade sorcerer for merely nothing, most especially when overhear that kyoto principal gakuganji intends to have you and itadori yuuji killed. full request here.

both itadori yuuji and gojo satoru surprised the kyoto students, as well as gakuganji and utahime, with yuuji's survival and some strange-looking souvenirs, leaving the tokyo jujutsu tech students, particularly megumi and nobara, mortified, but the kyoto students preoccupied with gojo's souvinirs.

however, it wasn't long before you entered the picture. you were a little late because you had just completed a jujutsu-related mission. but the moment you met everyone and approached, all eyes were drawn to you, especially the kyoto students and gakuganji himself, because megumi, nobara, yuuji, and even the second-years maki, inumaki, and panda were already acquainted with you.

"you're late, [name]," your half older brother megumi greeted your arrival with a small huff of breath but a soft smile.

"sorry, nii-san, had to deal with some curses," you apologized to megumi before greeting nobara, yuuji, and the rest of the tokyo jujutsu tech second-years with friendly side hugs and some "hi's!" and "hello's!" before trotting towards gojo, your adoptive father, who had drawn you into a quick embrace.

"curses, huh? bet they were just a bunch of low grade fours," a mocking feminine voice had caught your ear right away.

you pushed yourself away from gojo and tilted your head, only to find yourself staring at a short-haired woman who resembled maki. with her arms folded, she was staring at you.

"you've got some nerve, lady," you remarked, clicking your tongue and folding your arms across your chest.

"riight?" nobara agreed, taking a step closer to your side and narrowing her eyes at mai.

"a-anyway! you must be fushiguro [name], we've heard so much about you!" miwa, the blue-haired girl, exclaimed ever so kindly with a smile, trying to ease up the tension that mai had started with you, "it's nice to meet you."

"hmm, so you're gojo's adopted daughter, but you're supposed to be from the zenin clan just like fushiguro-kun," noritoshi added to what miwa had said.

"you're the kid of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer who comes from the zenin family in some way," mai sighed, her lips quirking into a taunting smile, "very shameful if you ask me."

you scoffed, "implying something now, are we?"

"well, mai's not wrong; it's just that you don't have any cursed energy on you," todo explained, his words getting on your nerves.

"it's just quite disappointing," nishimiya added.

you held your hand towards utahime, gojo, and even megumi as they were about to intervene, signaling them to stop. as they stopped speaking, you took a step forward, "i'm not one for words, but i'd very much appreciate it if you stopped associating me with the zenin clan or just being the adopted child of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. i'm not fushiguro [name] or labeled a special grade sorcerer for nothing."

"even gakuganji-san knows that very well, right, old man?"

with that, you looked at him, boring eyes as cold and piercing as ice, enough to send a horrible shiver down his spine while keeping his blood boiling.

"but you guys are just in luck today, you know? because you won't be dealing with okkotsu, you'll be dealing with me," you said, shaking your head.

with that, a "friendly" smile crept across your face, but there was something atrocious and sinister about it, especially given your subsequent choice of words.

"you have exhausted my patience with all your hypocrises and insults, so i do hope you understand that even now, and what's about to happen later in the field, is me, being reasonable."

and just like that, you became the talk of the kyoto students as they discussed their plans for the aforementioned event, just as megumi and the others did when you joined them.

nobara had just finished making yuuji hold a picture frame meant for a funeral to his face when megumi furrowed his brows as he noticed you staring blankly and quietly, deep in thought, as you leaned your back against a wooden beam by the porch, arms folded across your chest.

"are you okay?" megumi asked in concern.

"i'm good, no worries," you smiled at him kindly, closing your eyes briefly before opening them again, "do you mind if i step out a little?"

"just make sure to come back quickly. we still need to discuss our battle formation together, [name]!" panda exclaimed, to which you nodded before departing.

"ugh, i swear i'm pummeling those kyoto students," nobara sighed deeply, folding her arms across her chest. "[name] is clearly upset."

"they have no idea what [name] is capable of," maki said, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"yuuta having to face them before was mercy, but with [name]? it's a different story," panda said, and inumaki agreed.

"but still, they shouldn't have talked bad about [name] like that," yuuji frowned as he moved the picture frame for funerals away from his face.

when you told megumi you needed a break, you weren't exactly telling the truth. as you made your way to the meeting on the kyoto side, you adjusted your black fingerless gloves. you weren't bothered by their underestimation; in fact, it fueled something in you. however, because your abilities allow you to enter people's minds, you were able to confirm their true motive when they were riling you up earlier.

with that, you wordlessly hid and blended within the shadows as you eavesdropped on their meeting.

"kill sukuna's host, itadori yuuji, and that highly disrespectful witch, fushiguro [name]," gakuganji ordered, causing miwa to perk up and the rest to stare at him, "both of them aren't people, so we can just scratch everything down to an accident. no need to hold back or anything."

as you heard miwa mentally refuse, mai, mechamaru, noritoshi, and nishimiya from earlier set on following gakuganji's orders, you heard todo openly decline on their schemes and mention seeing takada-chan. despite the fact that todo and gakuganji had already left, noritoshi and the others continued their conversation.

"it's a serious problem that a half-baked guy like itadori, along with that so-called special grade, gets to be in this match to begin with; as a member of the kamo clan, i can't let this go by idly," noritoshi declared, furrowing his brows.

"i bet she just became a special grade sorcerer because of connections. she has no cursed energy, if anything she should be nothing more than at maki's grade," mai scoffed, "the nerve of her to threaten us like that as well."

"but you heard it from [name], she said she was dealing with special grade curses," miwa reasoned, "and the principal didn't say anything when she said he knew she wasn't just a special grade sorcerer for nothing."

"of course the principal wouldn't say anything. [name]'s adoptive father, gojo-sensei, was right there," shrugged nishimiya.

you closed your eyes as you unconsciously felt your own hands close into trembling fists. relax, [name]. keep your cool. this wasn't the time to let your chaos magic slip out of your control; that would be petty, at least not right now. it was one thing for them to insult and underestimate you, but to drag itadori, your yuuji-nii-san, into this as well? it was a no.

you weren't going to let this go at all costs, and as you left your hiding spot and headed back to tokyo, your eyes narrowed with a faint glint of red glow in them.

as soon as you were reunited with yuuji and the others, you put on a smile, not wanting to worry or speculate, but megumi, being your older brother, was still concerned. your smile was off. nonetheless, megumi didn't question it further and simply filled you in on how all of you were going to win the kyoto goodwill event with maki, unbeknownst to them that you already had a separate plan in mind.

in the forest, you and the other tokyo jujutsu tech students were getting ready for event. you obviously weren't paying attention to gojo's insistence on utahime delivering some sort of inspirational message to everyone when she's clearly unprepared. poor auntie utahime.

the truth is that you were already focusing on sensing the cursed energy of each kyoto student rather than the supposed "boss's" cursed energy. so, after utahime's words of encouragement and hearing gojo's start announcement, you ran alongside yuuji and the others, trailing one of megumi's dogs.

a spider-like curse had appeared out of nowhere from the tree branches, "where are you goooing?"

just as maki was about to dive in with her spear, you immediately shot your hand out and used your red psionics to halt her and panda just as megumi screamed "wait". todo had burst in on cue, snapping the spider curse off the branch. with maki and panda safe from harm, they both thanked you quickly as you released them.

"alriight! everyone's here!" todo exclaimed as he demanded, "come at me! all at once!"

at that moment, yuuji left your side and dashed straight towards todo. yuuji grabbed todo's face in his hands and harshly kneed him in the face, most likely breaking his nose due to the sound of crunching bones.

at that, maki yelled and signaled everyone, "disperse!"

megumi, maki, inumaki, panda, and nobara ran off and scattered as planned, but you stayed right where yuuji and todo are. when yuuji kicked todo in the face and jumped away, he perked up and let out a small yelp to see you still standing there.

"[name]-chan?! what are you still doing here?" yuuji exclaimed in surprise.

you merely flashed him a kind, close-eyed smile as you clasped your hands together, "sorry, yuuji-nii-san, but i'll have to take it from here!~"

"eh? what do you mean by that, [name]-chan?" yuuji furrowed his brows.

yuuji and even todo looked at you, confused, until you walked in a fast forward motion towards yuuji's back, your powers augmenting your speed.

before yuuji could react, you leaned in to his ear, your voice hypnotic as you shot a wisp of red psionics from your fingertips towards his temples, "sleep."

with that, the pink-haired boy's eyes closed and he fell to the ground, sleeping just as you had instructed. this astounded todo.

"how strange.. you don't have cursed energy, and yet..." todo laughed and stared at you in amusement, "ohoho! interesting! mysterious women are quite the charmer. do you intend to go against your own team's plans?"

"i've already said it earlier. this is just me being reasonable," you simply lifted your hand again, allowing red psionics to seep out.

todo charged in without hesitation towards you, just as you had predicted. you effortlessly slid to one side, then another, causing him to snap trees in half. you swept the floor with todo, easily sending him flying into a tree. you engaged him in hand-to-hand combat before he could react. your chaos magic may be intended for long range, but you aren't gojo's daughter or megumi's sibling for nothing.

your swift and domineering attacks, imbued with red psionics, caught todo off guard. the way you hit hard with your fists and kicks reminded him of how gojo fights and as he retaliated, todo was quickly humbled.

although he managed to punch you one or two times, you caught his fist in your red psionic-imbued hand the third time. you overpowered his raw strength with a smirk on your lips and forced him to back away.

you didn't even give todo the chance to use his cursed technique either because you had already restrained him with chaos magic and had his throat in your grip. as he clawed at your grip, todo saw something monstrous in your red glowing eyes.

you wanted to strangle him alive. you wanted to kill him, but you reasoned that this would suffice for the time being.

you stepped the heel of your boot hard on his chest. a blank expression resting on your face as you knocked him out unconscious in the same way you had put yuuji to sleep. one down.

you then looked up in the sky to see nishimiya from earlier, riding on her broom and talking to someone. her eyes widened as she discovered yuuji sleeping on the ground with todo knocked out cold.

"that girl just took them out like it's nothing.. she doesn't have cursed energy but.. she has these weird red glows.. did she lie about having no cursed technique?" nishimiya said to noritoshi.

"what do you mean?!" noritoshi responded to nishimiya, his eyes opening from shock.

you turned your head, your eyes narrowed, and you quickly lifted a hand and leapt into action. bullets fired from a distance at you and yuuji but those same bullets glowed red and came to a halt in mid-air. you gathered the bullets as you sprinted around, earning an annoyed yet surprised look from mai herself.

you returned all of her bullets to her with a smirk and a wave of your hand, resulting in bullets grazing her and hitting her arm due to the incredible speed of the shots. you then left yuuji's unconscious body alone, sprinted, and ran straight towards miwa, who readied into a stance and drew her sword.

you leapt, executing a quick, clean flip just as she did her simple domain, avoiding her blade like it was nothing.

"what reflexes!" miwa's mouth hung open as she turned to face you, her mental thoughts being heard by you., "i know i hesitated, but still, my counter didn't even scratch her!"

you maintained your poise as bushes and leaves rustled and crunched around you. mechmaru ran and positioned himself just a few steps away from you, ready to fire at your back, with you easily sensing mai and noritoshi's presence among the trees as they remained hidden.

"hmm... i'm surrounded," you muttered quietly, tilting your head as you watched nishimiya join miwa and mechamaru.

"just what the hell are you?" nishimiya demanded, glaring daggers at you, but you could tell she was terrified of you—perfect, "no cursed energy, and yet you..." she exclaimed further, referring to your red psionics.

"you're right, i don't have any cursed energy. quite ironic, isn't it?" you managed a small chuckle, relishing in her and the other's priceless infuriated expressions across their faces, "i go by many names.. many identities.. but one thing's certain, i'm your nightmare."

you extended your hand and directed red psionic vapors toward mai and noritoshi. as you took aim, mechamaru fired a blast from his hand at you, while miwa charged at you head-on with her blade. as you shot a much larger blast of your own red psionics at miwa, you lifted your right hand, generating a shield out of your psionics to withstand mechamaru's blast of cursed energy.

mechamaru engaged you in hand-to-hand combat, choosing the sword option, which resulted in multiple blades protruding from his forearm and his nails extending. you easily evaded his attacks, just like todo, even with mai and noritoshi sniping at you through the trees.

mechamaru took a step back, assuming a stance before opening his mouth. a much larger blast of cursed energy was generated and fired at you as a result. you nearly stumbled because you weren't expecting the attack, but you quickly went on defense, regaining your footing with your power pulling you up, and surged more of your red psionics to retaliate, and then you siphoned the blast.

everyone's eyes widened as you sucked up mechamaru's cursed energy like it was nothing, causing his cursed body to break. you overpowered mechamaru in this manner, sending him flying away. you then used your chaos magic to pick up a large piece of ground debris and crash it onto him, paralyzing him before knocking him out unconscious with his cursed body in shambles—his cursed energy now your own power. two down.

with mechamaru down, miwa got back up and attacked you again, this time with her sword. you were taken aback when she brandished her sword, and you used your red psionics to deflect a blow right on cue.

"mechamaru!" miwa yelled at the cursed body, which was no longer responding but was strangely quiet.

as you levitated, your eyes glowed red with power. you gathered more larger debris from the ground and threw it at miwa, who retaliated by slicing through with her sword and jumping to evade you. you darted towards her as your feet touched the ground, throwing unusually large blasts of red, with miwa putting up her sword to take the hits.

miwa let out a small war cry as she brandished her sword at you. you could feel her rage at you for what you did to mechamaru and todo, but her rage wasn't enough. yours was much stronger, much much stronger than hers. they wanted to kill you and itadori yuuji, so you're giving them a taste of your medicine; showing them what kill or be killed is really like.

your lips curved into a sinister smile as you defeated miwa in the same way you defeated mechamaru. miwa gasped in disbelief, her sword shattered by your massive red psionics alone. you picked her up with your red psionics again. for some reason, her cries and struggles simply passed from one ear to the other. you were starting to lose empathy for all of them.

you knew you were going to get megumi, nobara, maki, and everyone else on the team questioning the whereabouts of the kyoto students, including yuuji, whom you had knocked out unconscious, but a voice in the back of your head was whispering encouraging words in your ear. just a little more it said.

as you constricted miwa in mid-air, you raised your other hand, easily deflecting a piercing sharp blood that shot from the trees with a force field.

"let her go, now!" noritoshi yelled at you, leaving his hiding spot in the trees and taking multiple arrows dipped in blood to aim, with mai and nishimiya following in his footsteps, all three of them attacking you at once this time.

"you're going to kill her!" cried nishimiya, sending a strong gust of wind your way.

despite their protests, you continued to fight them one by one, making sure to cause them the most pain possible. you easily turned the tables on nishimiya because her innate technique is simply manipulating tools just like her broom. despite the wind currents she threw at you, you easily retaliated against her.

"she's healing herself while attacking us," nishimiya gulped, looking at the open wounds on your exposed skin from all the fighting close up with your red psionics patching them.

you reached out your hand and took hold of her broom, firmly grasping it with your red psionics as nishimiya struggled to regain control of it. with a smirk, you made a fist and smashed the broom in half right in front of her. you brought your other hand down and threw miwa's thrashing body towards nishimiya, causing them both to crash to the ground, both of them unconscious and covered in bruises and cuts.

four down. two more to go.

mai was a little tricky because of her fiery personality, but she didn't put up much of a fight. hence why adored your maki-nee-san more than her. maki was far more powerful and deserving of a higher grade than her annoying little twin sister. you easily stole her revolver and shot multiple spheres of red psionics at her before constricting her like you did miwa.

"you're a monster!" mai yelled at you as she struggled painfully in the grip of your red psionics.

you simply stared at her, blinking, before darkly smiling again. you had moved quickly forward, shooting a wisp of red psionics to her temples. mai's eyes turned bright red and she screamed.

"what did you do to mai?!" noritoshi enquired as he attacked you with a piercing wheel of blood while aiming arrows at you.

you tilted your head towards noritoshi as you took hold of his attacks with your red psionics and simply returned them all to him. even with convergence to push his blood to the limit, noritoshi was overpowered and caught off guard, impaled by his own arrows with his wheel of blood attacking him severely.

the heels of your boots clicked against the ground as you walked towards him. you return his gaze with your red glowing eyes, your blank stare sending shivers down his spine, completely unaffected by mai's pitiful screams as she tossed and turned in her sleep.

"i can't control everyone else's fear, only mine." your voice was eerily calm as you paused just a few inches from him, a sphere of red psionics morphing in your dominant hand, "would you like to suffer the same way she did?"

back in the faculty room, gojo and the other jujutsu tech teachers from kyoto and tokyo were taken aback to find you standing in the middle of the forest, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of the kyoto students through the crow. unfazed, you returned your gaze to the bird, but your eyes were glowing a menacing red color once more, aware that gakuganji was watching you.

you maintained a relaxed posture. neither your posture nor your expression had changed much, but you seemed to be a different person. even your adoptive father, a special grade sorcerer, was taken aback as you tilted your head and stared straight at them without any warmth in your eyes. your presence was as cold as ice, and the person gojo and the others were seeing right now was more dangerous and cunning than any special grade cursed spirit.

it was the scarlet witch herself.

"w-what's going on with [name]?" utahime was the first to speak up. even your auntie utahime was scared of your performance right now.

"i.. don't know.." gojo slowly drew his blindfold down to his neck, completely stunned, "this.. this is the first time i've seen kikufuku, my [name], use her abilities without holding back."

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Five Years [The Snap Trope]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The Snap event 1. Characters are put in the situation surrounding Thanos' Snap. "Matt disappeared five years ago, much like half the world. Frank took over his lease, just to have a place to stay. What happens when Matt and the rest of the world return?"

Warnings: Can be read as either platonic or romantic Fratt.

WC: 1,099

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The consistent hum of Hell’s Kitchen reverberated in Matt’s ears, a white noise symphony he’d learned to love over the years. The electric buzz of the billboard across the street, the steady flow of traffic from surrounding blocks, the occasional punctuation of dogs barking or taxi’s honking.

He shuffled around his kitchen, making himself a cup of midday coffee in preparation for looking over some rather tedious case files that afternoon.

But in an instant something was different. The flow of the city changed below, overwhelming Matt’s senses. There was screaming, it seemed like the number of heartbeats dropped in an instant, and the distinct sound of tires screeching and cars hitting things echoed throughout the city.

He dropped his mug, not even sure if he heard it crash amongst the dramatic shift in sensory input of Hell’s Kitchen. But he could tell something else was off. His skin was clammy, head spinning. He thought maybe he was going to pass out.

Just as suddenly as the sensation came over him, it was gone.

“I have to clean that up.” Matt thought, remembering the dropped mug at his feet

But when he shifted his focus to the floor, the coffee wasn’t there. No warmth hit his skin from heated liquid radiating upward, no broken shards of ceramic sliced his hands as he reached down. The hardwood was clean beneath him.

He tilted his head curiously, listening to hone in on whatever the hell was happening. Sure, he could hear the usual sounds of his apartment, but it felt different.

He couldn’t smell the leather of his sofa. In fact, all the furniture seemed to be different, based on the way the air rushed around the room and bounced off of the various frames and fibers. There were many things unfamiliar about the room; a throw blanket draped across the back of the different couch, the taste in the air of cheaper coffee than he’d ever buy coming from the canister on the counter, and he could smell the mud on a pair of boots by the door that were definitely not his.

Another heartbeat suddenly appeared before him.

“Red! Sonofabitch!” he shouted

How had Frank suddenly appeared in the middle of his apartment without him noticing?

In a flash, Frank was across the room, drawing Matt into his arms. His heart was racing, thundering in his rib cage as he pressed Matt into it. He smelled as he usually did; gunpowder and metal mixed with earthy cologne.

Frank Castle was not a hugger.

What in the hell?

“Jesus Frank. Why are you in my apartment? And what the hell has gotten into you?” Matt asked

“S’ kinda been my apartment for a while now.”

“What?!”

“Matt, you’ve been gone. Shit, it’s been over five years now.”

“Frank, what the hell are you talking about? This is my apartment, I was just making a cup of coffee and gonna review some files for a case I have going to trial this week.”

Frank let out a sigh, guiding Matt to the sofa and sitting beside him.

He did his best to explain Thanos and how the world fell into chaos. How Matt and half the population disappeared in an instant, and now it seemed since he was back, so was everyone else.

Frank’s heartbeat didn’t waver, his bizarre story of The Avengers losing to a magic gem wielding alien true.

Matt was unsure what to say, where to start with the number of questions he had.

“And you’re here because?” he finally asked

Frank chuckled.

“Like I said, I live here now.”

Matt’s eyebrows flew up, curious as to how that happened.

“Things got chaotic, someone had to keep the kitchen safe.” Frank nodded toward the window

“So you moved into my place?”

“Eh– I started just crashing here to help Karen out. She was convinced you were comin back soon so she paid your rent for a while. Figured it wouldn't hurt to stay here. Then when Fisk got out and she had to run, well I’d kinda gotten used to it here.”

“Fisk is out? Where is Karen, is she okay?!”

“She’s fine. It was a bitch getting her out of New York once Fisk figured out you were gone. He went after her but Foggy and I got her safe. She’s got a new identity, livin somewhere none of us know, just in case. She’s got a husband and a kid and everything. She checks in every once in a while just to let me know she’s still safe.”

“Foggy!” Matt jumped up, hearing his best friend’s name

Frank put an arm on Matt’s shoulder, sitting him back down beside him.

“Nelson’ll be here soon enough.” Frank reassured, knowing this would be the first place Foggy would rush when he heard the news

Matt rubbed the fabric on the furniture beneath him. It was soft, like a suede or velvet, and it smelled distinctly like Frank.

“So what, did you not like how I had it decorated before?” Matt joked

“Nah, it was all fine. Little much for my taste. But I kinda got blood on a lot of stuff and had to replace it.”

“Did you keep anything of mine?”

“After a few years, I convinced Karen you weren’t coming back. Guess I’m gonna get an earful from her soon.” Frank stood and walked across the apartment, stopping in front of the closet under the stairs. “I donated most of your fancy lawyer suits, but I did keep this.”

He opened the doors and Matt heard the all too familiar sound of the old trunk squeaking open. Frank ambled back over and handed something to Matt.

The crimson mask felt just like Matt remembered it, the latex and fiber composite textured and abrasive under his fingers.

“Mighta missed you, Red.”

The corners of Matt’s mouth tugged upward at Frank’s sentimentality. Oh how these last five years had softened him.

“Well, I’m gonna get going.” Frank commented “Let you and Nelson have your reunion.”

He began walking toward the doors.

“Frank, no. It’s your home too now, I can’t kick you out.” Matt said, standing and reaching out his hand to stop him.

“Nah, I was just keeping it waitin’ for ya”

“Frank, I mean if half the world just came back, rent’s gonna fly up and it’ll be a bitch to get a new place.”

“You askin’ me to stay?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Frank nodded his head, walking back over and placing his large hand on Matt’s, both of them now holding the Daredevil mask.

“Okay.”

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