#hope van dyne x daughter!reader

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Precious ones

a/n: I just notice that I don't know you, I'll be happy to talk with you but right now I give you that...

*not my GIFs*

Yelena Belova x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader; Scott Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Hope van Dyne x Female!Reader(platonic); Cassie Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Avengers x Female!Reader

Summary: you may have been married to the blonde widow since nearly two years now but nobody knew. When your father learnt that he didn't totally act like you except.

Type: generally Fluff but a big Angst part

Warning: mention of blood, car accident and mention of death

word count : 4771 (it's long sorry)

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 "I'm glad it's finished; I need to take a shower and sleep," Yelena said. She was back from a mission with the Avengers. She joined them four months ago, and to be honest, you were the one who convinced her. You were relieved to know she was not alone, and you were sure your father would protect her even if he didn't know who she was for you.

"Oh, come on, Yelena, it was fun." Natasha said, and her sister glared at her.

"You were not the one who almost got hit by the green giant." She replied, and Bruce looked at the ground.

"Mr. Stark, Y/n just arrived at the compound." Friday said, and everybody looked at Tony.

"Thank you, Friday. Let her know we will lend in 10 minutes." He replied, and when he met the curious faces of the others, he explained, "Guys, be ready to meet someone really important to me." 

Now all the Avengers were more curious. Okay, maybe not all, Yelena was not curious; she was happy. It's been two weeks since the last time she saw you. You both have been married for one year and a half now, but nobody knew except three people. Antonia and Selina, two widows who were with you at this moment, and your mom Pepper. You hadn't told your father yet because you hadn't really found the time, and Pepper promised she would let you announce it to him.

Ten minutes later, like promised, they were walking to the living room in the compound. They were greeted by Friday and then by Pepper and Morgan. And when your little sister finally finished hugging everyone, you came back from the kitchen.

"Guys, let me introduce you to one of my favorite people in the world, my older daughter, Y/n Stark." Your father said, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude while everyone was shocked by his revelation.

"Nice to meet you." Steve was the first to come back to his senses. "I'm–" 

"Steve Roger, aka Captain America." You cut him off. "To be honest, I know all of you." you said, and you paused your eyes on the two new recruits behind them. "And you two should be the news recruits Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, right?" You said, and the brunette nodded frantically while the blonde just smiled.

"Why didn't we see you earlier?" Natasha asked, and despite the fact that her sister groaned loudly, you chuckled.

"I was working in San Francisco, with Hope. I think you know her as ‘The Wasp’." you said

"Wait, Scott's girlfriend?" Sam asked, and you nodded. 

"And she didn't like to spend her time with her dad anymore." your dad added, and you playfully groaned.

"Oh, come on don't say that, it's just that I don't like the parties, but it's okay now." you said

"You want to come to my new party?" he asked.

"Definitely not. But, I move on in New York." You announced, and he raised his eyebrows, he knew how much you liked to work with the daughter of Hank, she was like your big sister. "I decided to spend more time with my little sister, so I joined Stark Industri." You explained, and he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

"Does that mean I will see you more often?" He asked, and you nodded.

After that, you properly introduced yourself and spent the afternoon with them before you went back to your house. Yelena had to finish her paperwork before she could leave, so when she was working, the rest of the Avengers were in front of the TV, watching a movie, when Kate broke the silence.

"Did you see how Yelena reacted when she saw Y/n?" she asked, and everyone thought for a moment before agreeing. "I think she likes her, but I can be totally wrong." she said.

"Yeah, but Y/n has a ring on her finger." Natasha said.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Tony said, and everybody looked at him confused. "She just really likes jewels, that's why she always wears rings." he explained.

"Yelena is the same. She always wears rings." Natasha said. 

"I think we should let them know each other more." Kate proposed, and everyone nodded.

Two months after you almost spent all your free time in the compound, you were searching for the right moment to talk to your father about you and the Russian, but that was never really the right occasion. If he wasn't too busy with his work, you were working; if you were both free, your wife was busy, and you promised her to wait for her to tell him. But even with that, all the heroes seem to have noticed that you quickly became close to the blonde; they thought it was a good friendship. You both decided to keep your relationship secret until you talked with your father and her sister. Yeah, even the great spy Natasha Romanoff was unaware that her own sister was married.

You were in the kitchen with Natasha and Kate when Yelena came, "Hi Yelena." You greeted her without even looking at her. For everyone, it would be a little weird, but we talk about Yelena Belova, a super train widow, she was very discreet, so it was funny to see the face of the archer when she saw you recognize the footsteps of her friend when she couldn't yet.

"Hi Y/n, were you not supposed to work now?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I had something to finish before." you said, and you finished what you were doing. "Oh, I brought a new toy for Fanny. I left it in my dad's lab." you said before leaving the room.

"See you later!" the blonde shoots at you.

"See you later!" you yelled back.

When you were out of the room, Natasha cleared her throat, and her sister looked at her. "Oh, good morning, Nat, and good morning, Kate. I didn't see you." she said, and now her sister was surprised; it was not the type of Yelena to not greet her first in the morning. Of course she was happy to see her sister was making a new friend, but usually no one came before her. She wanted to say something, but Yelena started to leave the room. "I will train, but before I will pass by the lab." she announced and left.

"Wow, did you see that?" Kate was the first to talk after a moment. "Y/n could tell it was Yelena without even looking; do you think she had a superpower or something like that?" she asked, and the older Russian shook her head.

"No, I don't think so, but it's true; it's weird; even Bucky and Steve can't tell when Yelena walks to them, but the strange thing was that she greeted her, but she totally didn't acknowledge us." she said, and Kate chuckled. "What's so funny?" the older redhead asked.

"You're jealous that your sister didn't say 'hi' to you first." She said and quickly left before Natasha could do anything to her.

In the lab, Tony was working when Yelena came. "Hey little spider, how can I help you?" he asked, and your wife rolled her eyes.

"Y/n, said she brought a new toy for Fanny, and she left it here." She said, and Tony pointed to a bag in a corner of the lab. When Yelena opened it, she found not only the toy but also a new vest you brought her with a card. She smiled at herself and texted you to thank you.

Two days later, she was out on a mission with Tony, Steve, and Natasha, and the redhead noticed the change.

"Oh, it's new," she said, and Yelena followed her gaze and looked at her new vest.

"Oh, yes. Y/n brought it to me when she brought the new toy for Fanny," the blonde explained, and your father frowned his eyebrows.

"I know you are close, but I didn’t think it was her thing to bring a gift for her new friend. I think she really likes you." He said, and Yelena smirked. Of course you like her; more than that, you love her, and you promised to spend the rest of your life with her.

When she returned from her mission, she immediately left the compound and made her way to your shared house. There she found you asleep on the couch with the TV on; she knew you waited for her. She turned off the TV and delicately picked you up to your bedroom; after she placed you under the blanket, she took a shower and slid next to you.   

The next month, everyone was almost pissed by the fact that you were both oblivious by the way you looked at each other with heart eyes. But today was the day, Pepper was here with Morgan, your dad should come back from a mission with your wife, and you decided to finally tell him.

On their mission, Tony and Yelena found Antonia and Selina, and the blonde invited them into the compound and afterwards to your house for dinner. During the flyback, they didn't hesitate to tease them about you, and that made Tony laugh even if he didn't know who they were talking about.

"Tony, you should have seen her before," Selina started. "She was a badass widow, and now she's so soft. We call her the ‘soft widow’." she said, and Yelena groaned.

"Oh, why do you have this long face, soft widow? Do you miss your wife?" Antonia asked.

"Wait, wife?" Tony asked, visibly shocked.

"Yeah, the soft widow has had a beautiful wife for nearly two years now." Selina announced, and his jaw dropped. But before he could say anything, the jet lent, and the three women ran out. To be true, Antonia and Selina ran for their lives while Yelena chased them.

You were in the kitchen, and everyone was in the living room, when you heard two familiar voices screaming playfully. When they entered the living room, they quickly hid behind the older widow. "Natasha, help us. Softy Widow wants to kill us." Antonia said, and you sighed.

"Who's Softy Widow?" Natasha was clearly confused, but Yelena quickly appeared in front of her, and the two women screamed like little girls, and that made your little sister laugh. Fortunately for them, you walked from the kitchen at the same moment Tony entered the living room.

"Please Y/n calm your crazy wife." Selina said while she was running to you with Antonia. You let them hide behind you, and everyone vanished when you saw Yelena stop in front of you with her disappointed face.

"детка(babe) I love you, but let me kill them just today." She said, and you chuckled.

"Oh, baby girl, you know you can't kill them," you replied. "And they're our witnesses, you'll not kill our witnesses, right?" You added kissing her nose, and she stopped.

You were in your bubble when Natasha and Tony cleared their throats, but before they could say anything, Kate seemed to want to exteriorize her emotion. "What's the hell?!!" she yelled, and you both looked at her. 

You smiled awkwardly and looked at everyone. "Surprise? I think." You said. Natasha was furious, Pepper was scared for you, Morgan was surprisingly happy, and your dad was...not there anymore. Tony left without even getting noticed. When you didn't hear him say anything you knew where he was.

"Yelena, what's the hell?" the redhead asked and her sister was now a little scared too.

The blonde looked at you and squeezed your hand "Go find him I'll handle this," she said and you raised your eyebrows at her "don't worry she'll not kill me, but I'm not sure about you." She added and you kissed her before quickly leaving. Now the young widow was facing the rest of the room.

You were in front of the lab, and the doors were closed, pretty uncommon. "Mr. Stark doesn't want to be disturbed." Friday informed you.

"Oh, come on Friday. I really need to talk to him," you pleaded.

"Sorry, MissStark, but even you can't come." The AI said.

"Friday, we both know I know how to open this door with or without your consent. And we both know I can easily hack you to turn you off. So, please." You said, and the AI didn't say anything for a moment. You were sure if she could, she would sighed, but she finally opened the doors, and you rushed in.

Tony was moving some boxes on the big table, he noticed some footsteps but didn't turn around. "Friday, I thought I was clear when I said I didn't want anyone here." He said.

"Um. I think we need to talk." You said, and he finally turned around to look at you.

"Oh, you want to talk now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Listen, I know we should have told you earlier, but we didn't find the right time."

"Since when?"

"What?"

"Since when you two are-? You know."

"Two years soon."

"TWO YEARS?" He yelled, and you flinched. "You didn't find the right time during those two years?". He asked.

"I know it's long, but we both know we couldn't see each other for the last two years." You said, and you started to walk back and forth in the lab. "I know you are angry, but—."

"No!" He cut you off. "I'm not just angry, Y/n. I'm also sad and shocked. It's been nearly two years since my daughter got married, and I didn't know. And what pisses me off the most is that you were not even the one who told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"We were used to telling each other everything. How did something like that happen?"

"I know. I think I was scared."

He sighed, and you stopped to look at him. "Did Natasha know?"

"No, we wanted to talk with the both of you. But Pepper knew."

"Pepper?" He repeated, and he scuffed.

"She's my mom."

"Yes, but I'm your dad too, did you forget that? What happened to the little girl that I raised and always made sure she could tell me everything?" He asked and walked out of the room.

"She just grew up." You replied when he passed beside you, and he left without arguing more. You stayed in the lab for an hour; crying alone, when you heard someone come.

"Hey, Yelena said we could find you here." Antonia said. You wiped away your tears before facing her. The two widows looked at you and your pitiful state. Selina didn't say anything and just hugged you. "We're sorry." Antonia said, and you looked at her.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. I think you helped me in a way." You replied and tried to smile. "You both came tonight?" you asked them, and they nodded.

When you left the lab with your two friends, you saw Natasha. She was on the couch, and when you approached her to say your goodbyes, she didn't even acknowledge you. This night, the girls spent the night trying to cheer you up.

The next day, you went to the tower to pick up some files for work. Kate didn't leave your side; she asked you a lot of questions about you and Yelena. It was cute, and you were happy to finally talk about the woman who owned your heart, but right now you needed to talk to someone. So after the questions about your first meeting, and who asked who, you successfully found a way to escape in your dad's lab.

In there, you were surprised to find Natasha and Pepper talking about something that visibly concerned you because they stopped immediately when they saw you.

"Hey sweetheart. I thought you were already at work." Your mom said.

"Hi mom. Hi Natasha. I will go. I just wanted to talk with dad before." You said.

"He was tired from last night, so he should be sleeping right now." Pepper said, and you nodded.

"Okay, bye. I'll see you next week." You added before leaving.

"She looks desperate," Natasha said when you were out of earshot.

"She always was a daddy girl, she spent all her time with Tony. But he doesn't seem to approve of her relationship with your sister, so I think it's the best condition she could be in, actually." The blonde explained.

"But why didn't she tell him anything?"

"She wanted to, trust me. She just waited for the right time. They had planned to announce to you when they'd find a way to reunite you and Tony with them in privacy. But every time you were the three of you together, it was the time she was in San Francisco, and when she moved here, you were a little hostile towards her because your sister was mesmerized by her wife."

"Do you think I scared her?"

"Oh, don't worry, Natasha; she needs more than a shovel talk from an ex-assassin to be scared. But I think she's worried about not being enough for your sister."

You didn't find your dad, and you needed to leave for San Francisco this afternoon for a week; Yelena was out with Antonia and Selina. When you were ready to leave, you texted your wife and your father, even if you knew he wouldn't reply soon.

Two days later, you were with Hope and Cassie on the couch, talking about all that had happened since you left. "Wait, how did you want him to act when he just learned that her daughter got married to an ex-assassin?" Hope asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, come on, we all know she's not like that anymore." You said.

"Yeah, Softy Widow is totally different with you." Cassie said, and you looked at her confused.

"How do you know this nickname?" You asked.

"She came for a visit last month with Selina and Antonia, and they didn't stop to call her that." The young girl replied.

"You know she would kill you if you call her that in front of her." You replied playfully.

"Oh, come on, she loves me, I'm her best niece." She said with an amusing tone.

"You're technically her only niece," you said, and she rolled her eyes. "So, let's talk about something else. Like how my little Cassie is becoming a delinquent."

"Oh, come on. It was not bad." The young girl said and you chuckled.

"You miniaturized a police car. It's a little bad, but I'm not Scott, so, I'll let it slide." Hope said.

"You're a pretty bad mom, Hope." You said dramatically, and the girls laughed.

You spent the rest of the day talking and laughing with them, and Scott came a few hours later. You were grateful to see him, even if he was not the smartest of all of you, he was the one who always helped you with your family issues.

"Oh, it's a huge problem." Scott said, and you sighed. "I mean, I don't want to take his side, but honestly, if it were Cassie, I would act the same. Listen, you know how much he likes you, it's just a question of time. Let him process the changes and show him how Yelena could be a Softy Widow." he said, and you laughed.

"You really have a death wish in this family." You replied, and he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you smile. And don't worry, she already almost killed me the last time I called her like that, but she's not here." He said, and you laughed. "I have some ideas if you want me to help you," he added.

You were grateful for the time you spent with them; it was fun to see Scott come up with a few things you could do to make up with Tony. When you left at the end of the week, you were sad, but you promised to come with your wife the next time. When your flight landed in New York, you had already missed your time in San Francisco, but you were glad to see your favorite blonde again.

You texted your dad to let him know you were back, and you weren't surprised when he didn't reply. A little upset, you reached your car and started to drive to your home. The ride was pretty cool, and Friday told you that Yelena was required on an emergency mission. Okay, it was not really how you wanted to be greeted, but you knew how it was to be an avenger.

At a red light, you noticed a car that suspiciously followed you. It was not uncommon for some people to follow you when they knew that you were the daughter of Tony Stark. They usually just wanted a photo or to talk about business. At another red light, you took your phone and texted Pepper to let her know that you should be back a little later than expected. When the light turned green, you drove, but you didn’t see the same car speed up in your direction until it was too late.

On the other side of the state, the Avengers were coming back visibly exhausted by their mission when Friday alerted them:

"Mr. Stark, Mrs. Belova, you have an incoming call from Mrs. Pott." 

The Avengers exchanged curious looks.

"Take it." Tony said, and the AI did. "Hey Pepper, how are you?" He asked.

"Good, but I need you and Yelena to come here asap." She replied, and everybody was worried because of the little fear in her tone.

"What's happening?" Your father asked.

"It's Y/n. She got involved in a car crash." She successfully mumbled while she was sobbing.

"Where is she?" Yelena asked, clearly worried.

"In the hospital, I'll send you the address." Your mom said. After she sent them the address, the heroes didn't wait to come. 

Pepper was waiting for any information, while everyone burst into the hospital. She fell apart in the arms of your father before she tried to comfort your wife. They didn’t have time to sit until a doctor reached them.

“Mr. Stark, Mrs. Pott, I’m happy to see you. Did any of you know who Mrs. Belova is?” they asked.

“It’s me.” Yelena said, and it brought the attention of everybody.

The doctor nodded and gave her a little comforting smile. They took some steps away from the group before they told them about what happened to you and what they were doing in the operating room. After that, they joined the group, who were as worried as them.

“How is she?” Steve asked first.

“They almost finished the operation, so we need to wait.” Pepper informed them.

“But what happened?” Kate asked this time.

“Someone provoked an intentional accident, and she was obviously the target.” Yelena replied, and the group didn’t ask anything else. “She shouldn’t be here.” the blonde mumbled.

“Hey, it’s okay Yelena nobody couldn’t predict that.” Natasha said.

“No, that’s not what I mean. She shouldn’t have taken this trip to San Francisco if YOU’d decided to act like an adult and talk with her.” she said, pointing to Tony.

“What do you mean?” your father asked, visibly angry at your wife’s accusations.

“You know exactly what I mean. If you had taken the time to talk with her, she wouldn't have booked a flight for Hope’s support. If you’d act like a parent and didn’t use this mission to avoid the conversation, she would never take her car and never get here right now.” She explained. “I joined you because she wanted to make sure I could have somebody if something happened to me, but now, because of that, I couldn’t protect her.” Her tears started to fall on her cheeks.

Kate didn’t wait to lead Yelena to the nearest bathroom, leaving the team totally surprised and speechless. Natasha followed the two girls, but not before sending a terrifying glare at Tony. In the bathroom, Yelena was crying while the archer tried to comfort her, even though she knew it was impossible. A few minutes later, Natasha came with a water bottle.

“Hey, take this.” she said while handing the bottle to her little sister. The blonde took it but didn’t say anything. A few seconds passed before the older sister spoke again, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be alright.” 

“I know.” Yelena replied, “But I should be here; I promise to never let anything happen to her. If I didn’t go on this mission, we would be at home right now.”

“If you weren’t there, I could be the one here.” Kate said, and the blonde chuckled.

“You really need to learn how to fight Kate Bishop,” your wife said. She wanted to say something else when she received a text from Hope asking how you were. "Sorry, I need to call Hope.” she said before excusing herself.

A little over an hour later, the doctor came to tell them that the operation was successful, and they transferred you to a private bedroom. And that was where your father and your wife were—only the two of them because the other had plans for the rest of the day.

There was an awkward silence because of the earlier argument. Tony came back after a little trip to the vending machine, and he sat on the second chair near your bed. He took a deep breath, and the woman looked at him. “I’m sorry,” your father said.

“Excuse me?” The Russian asked; she was ready for another argument or sneaky comment, not an apology.

“I’m sorry for how I acted since last week. Hope told me everything you did for her and I thank you for that. I'm truly happy for you, it’s just that we used to tell everything and suddenly I learn that she’s married.” The billionaire said.

“Yeah it’s too much.” The blonde chuckled.

“Yeah that’s it…” 

“She wanted to wait for you but somewhere we knew that it may never happen so we did at the moment. But believe me, when I said I never regret this decision. She’s the love of my life, she’s the one who taught me to love properly since the Red Room and just for that I would give her my life even if she’s not ready to do that in return.” Yelena explained.

“We all know that I can give you anything for you, even my life.” You said, and the two of them looked at you. “Hey guys. How are you?” you said with a weak voice.

Tony called a doctor, and only a dew later a nurse and doctor were in your room doing some tests and asked you some questions to be sure everything was alright. They told you what happened and that they will keep you for three more days.  In the evening you were in your bed with Yelena cuddling with you because it’s been a while since you were able to see each other.

“So, with my dad? I hope you didn’t strangle him.” You joked.

“I was about to but I know how much you love him so I had to restrain myself.” she replied and you laughed. “I missed it.” she said softly.

“What?” you asked.

“Your laugh. Your smile. You. I miss you.” she replied, and you grinned.

“It’s only been a week, babe,” you said.

“I know, but it was a really long week. I had to support my sister and all her friends, and the pranks of Selina and Antonia.” she said, and you laughed.

“And what does my little drama queen need me to do to make up for this.” you cooed.

“Don’t do that again.” She replied, and you kissed her forehead.

“Okay, next time, I'll bring you with me." You said but she didn’t seem relieved.

“No, I meant don’t scare me like this, I thought I lost you. We both know I would not be able to live in a world without you.” She said, and with her tone, you were sure she was totally serious.

“Don’t worry, my love, I will always be with you no matter what.” You reassured her. “Now let’s sleep because tomorrow everyone will be here and they’ll not give us enough time to sleep.” you said, and she nodded.

“Good night, moya lyubov' (my love),” she said, and she kissed you.

“Good night, my love.” you replied.

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They Understand Me - The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Title: They Understand Me

The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Cassie, Hope, Scott, Janet (Mentioned), and Hank (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 1,450

Warnings: The Blip mentioned, Post-The Blip, during Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, canon violence briefly mentioned, yelling, family angst, Reader is mentioned to be seventeen, Reader can communicate with ants, crying briefly mentioned, death mentioned, and fluff

Ever since you were born, you felt like the odd one out, you blamed the Blip. You were born during a strange time in your parent's life, years before the Blip. Cassie being seven when you were born, you never really got the time to truly bond with her before the Blip happened two years later, since chaos began and took that time away. While Cassie and your father survived the Blip, one being trapped in a different realm, your mother, grandmother, and grandfather, did not. At a very young age, you had lost your mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather. 

You didn't have anyone except Cassie. Though, with the weight of losing practically everyone in your life, you left Cassie and her mother at your grandfather's home later on. There, at a young, you found yourself hidden away in his basement, working hours and hours on your own Ant-Man suit and helmet. You spent two years perfecting your craft, looking over and studying your grandfather's and mother's work. Though you did have fun creating your own suit and Pym Particles perfectly, there were some downsides. Thankfully, your grandfather had a storage in the basement with enough food to last you for years. 

For the next five years, you stayed at your grandfather's home, working and waiting, until 2023. 

It was overwhelming. Seeing your father, mother, grandmother, and grandfather again. You didn't remember most of the reunion. It was like... You were suspended in the sky somewhere, or floating over the ground, or something else completely. But hugging your father, whom you hadn't seen in years, brought you back. Hearing your mother's voice, brought you back. Hearing your grandmother's laugh, brought you back. And seeing your grandfather's smile brought you back. Along with that, you apologized to Cassie for leaving her alone for all those years.

You broke down, tears flowing down your cheeks, gripping onto your family that had been practically kidnapped from you. For years. For five years. But you could feel them slipping away as you were pulled away, further into nothingness, further and farther away from everything. The people around you became blurry and distorted. You felt numb. Like everything around you was just a memory, or a terrible illusion. Fake. Your mother, Hope, had to pull you back. 

So, after catching up a bit, and spending a bit of time all together, you finally got to show your family what you had been working on. Your suit. Your smile was bright and your eyes were beaming, but once your mother saw the helmet, her grin faded slightly. 

"Hun, uh, that's an interesting look for a helmet, isn't it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked at it in her hands, "I mean, I don't mean this in any wrong way. People might think you're a bit… Uh, Uh-"

"Odd, a bit odd." Cassie interrupted, "It does look a bit weird, y'know?"

"It's not about the looks. The helmet has a wider range of control towards all ants, and I don't really care about the opinions of poorly educated people," You said matter of factly, "I need to get better control. With more control, my suit will take me far. And I can help more people when I go out with you and Dad." Your mother nodded along, trying to give a supportive look, but your father was failing miserably at it, making you raise an eyebrow, "I can go, can't I? I want to come with you guys."

"Uh, honey, you're too young, we don't want you got get hurt."

Setting your helmet down, you sigh, rubbing your temple, "You both know that I can talk to ants, they understand me, I can help. I mean- I spent years creating my own suit, helmet, particles... I've done so much to try and find a way to get you all back, to help, and now you won't even let me go with you?"

Scott, your father, winced verbally, squinting one of his eyes, "Well, uh, there won't be enough room in the car... With me, your mother, Hank, Janet, and Peanut-"

"Everyone's going except me!?" You cried, standing up, glaring at your dad, "Are you serious!? I have practically perfected these old blueprints Grandpa made, innovating, and building - in my opinion - possibly the best suit made," Your parents shared a glance, but you ignored it and kept talking, "And you say I can't come with you to stop this new threat? I am done hiding and waiting to stop something that is threatening my home, my family, my- my world!" Letting out a sigh, you breathed out deeply from your nose, "I do not understand why I have to stay."

Scott cleared his throat nervously, awkwardly before speaking, "Uh, well, you're young-"

"Cassie has barely passed eighteen. Her birthday was a couple of months ago. And I am one year younger than her!" You interrupted your argument. "Legally, I am allowed to drive, and legally, allowed to drink in China. Give me one good reason as to why, aside from my age and the danger, why I shouldn't come with you guys." Their silence was deafening, as you huffed, grabbing your helmet and suit, "When do we leave?"

~~~

You were livid. Cassie used the Pym particles. Normally, you wouldn't have been so angry, you had also used them before. But, she had been so reckless. So, so careless. She could have died, or could have killed someone else; some innocent bystander.

Sitting in the car, you had your arms crossed, starting right ahead at the back of the passenger's seat headrest. Cassie sat beside you in the back of the car. "You know that if you use the particles on a living organism without special protection, there is a very high probability of death?" You asked Cassie, sounding scarily calm as Cassie glanced over at you before staring out her window.

"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me." She spoke, giving you a bit of an attitude, but you let yourself ignore it for the time being. 

Sighing, you continued, "But, you had the great idea to use them on a Police car anyway?"

Cassie turned, her voice rising, "The car was empty!"

"Girls!" Scott yelled out, but to no avail, "No yelling in the car while I'm driving, please!"

"It could have not been! What if there had been someone in there!? What if you killed some innocent person!?"

"You're saying a lot of 'what if's’ here, sis." Cassie grumbled, crossing her own arms, "You make it seem like I'm so reckless."

You scoffed, turning to look out your window, "You said it, not me."

After a couple of minutes, Cassie spoke up, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, "What's with the pockets on your suit anyway? What’s the point of them, you know, for fighting?"

Shuffling in your seat, you sniffled before clearing your throat and answering, "They hold tiny things. Things that can possibly help when we need them. While you were gone in prison mind you, Mom, Dad, and I were hungry, and I had brought food."

"Food? That small to fit in those small pockets?" She asked, becoming more relaxed as she turned in her seat towards you slightly, gesturing to the small red pockets on your red suit.

"I use the particles, I have a full bag of cheese sticks in here somewhere..." You muttered, opening pocket after pocket until you found the super small bag of cheese sticks. Grabbing a particle, you super-sized the cheese back to its regular size, before opening the bag and ripping off four cheese sticks. One by one, you carefully passed one to your Mom and Dad, with thanks in return from each before giving Cassie one.

Peeling the clear wrapper, you began to pull strings of cheese off the cheese stick before plopping them into your mouth. Cassie did the same, before giving up and just biting it. "One thing's for sure, your little ideas are pretty useful," Cassie spoke, voice slightly muffled as she chewed. "I'm glad you were so persistent in coming along."

"It's only fair." You answered with a shrug, "I know how important my presence is to you guys. And how important my "powers" are to the mission. I mean, honestly, if you had taken any longer in that prison, I would've been able to get you out. I had a large group of Pavement Ants to get you out of your sell."

Cassie chuckled, along with your mother and father, "Let me guess, they eat pavement?" Your dad asked from the front seat, making you smirk.

"Oh yeah, the ants love it."

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[satoru-is-the-way]

Kang × Reader

(PAST)Loki Laufeyson x Reader

ANTMAN AND THE WASP QUANTMANIA SPOILERS

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 A/N: So! I will say I loved this movie!! Im in love with Kang! He is daddy ngl!! Hope you enjoy. I am writing more Kang x Readers!! I am taking requests for Kang at the moment as well!!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions death, SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ. Im horrible at smut. Lmao.

"Evil"

Evil, I've come to tell you that *he's evil, most definitely

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

(Y/n) stood in the quantum real prison. On the opposite cell Scott Lang, Ant-Man, looked in her direction. "So this the first time you've been to jail?" He attempts to make small talk unsure of what fate held. (Y/n) (L/n) had been a long-time friend of Hope Van Dyne thus also a friend of Scott. She happened to be over for dinner when Cassie brought up researching the quantum realm. The six went down to the lab where Cassie made a device sending a signal down into this unknown realm. One thing lead to another and now here (Y/n) was caught up in this mess. Held prisoner in a castle of some conqueror.

"No, definitely not my frist time in prison." She replied before hearing footsteps in the distance. The man who approach the cells had a great deal of power (Y/n) could feel it. A power that no one should have. He far exceeded every foe she previously face. A man that would have Thanos trimble in fear.

"You two are very interesting. Scott Lang. (Y/n) (L/n)." He spoke glancing at each hero individually.

"Uh, I don't know who you are. But you have made a big mistake. We are avengers. We called the other avengers." Scott crossed his arms. (Y/n) knits her brows watching Kang's reaction. But this man did not care. In some aspects, she could see amusement in Kang's dark eyes.

"You are an avenger. Have I killed you before?" The conquerer asked.

"W-What?" Scott asked puzzled.

"They all bend together after a while. But you..." Kang turned around taking a few steps closer to (Y/n). "I remember ." A smile graced his lips. The blue shield that kept you imprisoned dropped.

"I do not know you." (Y/n) replied. Kang chuckled as he kept moving towards (Y/n) who stood her ground. That is what he loved about her. In every universe, she held powers that could far exceed his own. Yet this woman never understood how to use them.

"I know. But in time you will. Trust me I know." He sighed," In every universe, you are always the last one standing. Strong but useless. I was going to make a deal with Scott. However, my dear, are far more desirable." Kang's gloved hand cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

She leaned into his touch knowing what men like him wanted, love. "What deal are you offering?" (Y/n) whispers.

"You are desperate for him. The man you lost. It's irony. In every universe I have conquered, there is a trace of him in you. Call it destiny. The path other Kangs have written to make you vulnerable. Your one true weakness. The youngest prince of Asgard." He smirked. (Y/n) gulped heart beating fast as this man came into mind. The man she watched die in front of her. She was pathetic, ridden with fear, and helpless as Thanos murdrred him. Loki Laufeyson

"This deal involves him? Without the stones it's impossible to bring him back!" (Y/n) snaps.

"My dear, I am the all powerful Kang. I control space and time. If you help me start my ship. I can give you what you need. More time. I can create it where he never died. Would you like that?" He whispered.

"Don't do it. He is lying!" Scott's voice rang reminding you he was there.

"This does not involve you, Scott Lang. Need I remind you I have your daughter in a few cells down...Do not worry you are not entirely useless." He glanced back from the corner of his eyes.

"And if I say no?" (Y/n) asked.

Kang leaned closer his lips mere inches away from hers. "We both know you will agree. The greed inside of you leads you down the wrong path every time. Trust me I know you better than you do. I have seen you in many lives, in thousands of universes and timelines." He looked at her lips. "You desire more than just love. Security, loyal, trust....power." The last is barely audible. It was meant for only her ears. (Y/n) breathes in heavily knowing all he said was true. She walked the fine line between good and evil. The dark and light battled for her soul. Here in front of her stood temptation, the apple god placed in the garden. One bit would mean devastation.

"(Y/n) don't do this you are-" With a flick of his finger Scott is flying into the wall knocking him out.

"Come with me." Kang extends his hand without hesitation (Y/n) takes it following Kang up to his throne room. "You could have him back. It can be arranged. In your time, an alternate ending, or something better. I can create your own world. As you see fit. You can be happy with him and have everything you wanted. In a snap of my fingers, it will all be yours." He walked around (Y/n) stopping behind her. "And the best part is I can erase your memories so you never have to remember. Isn't that what your tortured soul requires? Peace." Kang brushed her (h/c) behind (Y/n)'s ear. She never felt scared like this before. Her body went cold. All her needs, darkest desires, and dreams can be made into reality. This man held power far beyond her imagination. Loki could be hers again. "I am Kang. Anything is possible with me."

"I want the deal...I want more than just that Kang. I need revenge. I want to kill Thanos. Slaughter every variant of him until he is erased from the multiverse no matter how long it takes." Her words brought joy to Kang's heart. He missed how dark (Y/n) could be. The evil that corrupted her inside. Kang hums and walked over to his golden throne.

"Is that all you want?" He asked innocently beckoning (Y/n) to come closer. The female took one step at a time until standing in front of him. "Sit." Kang pats his lap. (Y/n) straddles his lap sitting down. Large hands gripped her waist. "Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. In every universe. You still are the same." He pulled her into a kiss. She left uncertain about this. Why did she crave this man? Maybe Kang was right power attracts her. It engulfs her entire being. She craves it, yearns for it, and now power sits in this golden throne.

"I want you." Her silk voice lets a whine out as the conqueror trails his lips down her neck. (Y/n) grinds herself onto his bulge. He could not wait any longer. The way her (e/c) eyes tease him. "I need you." She gaped as Kang ripped her shirt off.

"You are so beautiful," Kang whispered unclipping her bra. "Fuck." He licked over (Y/n)'s hard nipples. The way she grinds onto his erection had Kang seeing stars. She pulled at his robes and in a quick snap of his fingers they are off.

"Damn." She whispered unable to pull her eyes from his chest. The Conqueror had abs. She traced them with her fingers. His arms had large muscles. (Y/n) left her cunt clench around nothing. His physique was perfect.

"Do you like what you see?" He purred roughly drawing her closer so their bare chests are pressed together. "I am all yours." He pulled (Y/n)'s skin-tight bottoms down along with her panties. "So wet already. We have just met and you are so fucking horny. How long has it been?... Since you have been pleasured by a real man?" Kang whispered pressing two large fingers into her wet pussy. A sigh of relief escaped her cherry-red lips. He moved them in and out slowly. This allowed (Y/n) to adjust to large fingers than her own small digits. Soon Kang's fingers thrust faster, rougher, and deep causing her to moan loudly.

"Ah- Fuck! Ngh~ Oh Kang." She cried tossing her head back. Kang his every spot just right. As if he knew her body already. Where to kiss her neck and how to rub (Y/n)'s spot deep inside her wet cunt. "I need you. Inside of mem" Her words are straight to the point. Kang chuckled and pulled his large cock out.

"Are you ready my dear? I won't hold back." He asked rubbing the tip against her entrance.

"Yes, Kang. Fucking use me." (Y/n) moaned loudly sliding down onto his erection. "So thick." She pants as his cool stretched her out. Kang did not wait any longer. He began thrusting up into her tight cunt. She took him so well.

"Mmm~ Fuck you are so tight." Kang pants watching his cock thrust in and out. She kissed him deeply moving up and down to match his thrusts up. The sounds of their sex filled his throne room.

"Im gonna cum." She whispers.

"Then come for me, goddess." He bites down on her neck. (Y/n) cried out softly clenching his cock as she orgasmed. Kang soon followed filling her cunt with his seed.

"Damn." He sighed rubbing her sides. "You are perfect."

"You are so evil. But I love it." (Y/n) leans down kissing him.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank�� -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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[oopsitsstella]

Dragonfly (Chapter 2/?)

Shuri x Van Dyne! Reader, Hope Van Dyne x Daughter! Reader

Fandom: The Avengers

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After that first initial conversation between Y/N and Shuri, they had begun chatting more and more. They talked almost every day, talking about projects they were working on, sharing stories, and other life stuff.

A little over a month passed of the two talking to each other, and Shuri had gotten a sudden confidence boost to ask something she had been wanting to ask Y/N for a while. Y/N’s phone dinged while she was sitting at her desk in her bedroom, the screen lighting up with a message from Shuri.

Do you have skype?

Let me get my laptop out

Had been Y/N’s quick reply.

After a little bit of struggle and time, Y/n was sat at her desk with her laptop in front of her, and headphones on, waiting for the video call to pick up.

“Hello?” A feminine voice said as an image appeared on the screen.

The girl on the screen was beautiful, or at least Y/N thought so. Shuri looked like she did in her profile picture, except the hairstyle and clothes were different. While in her profile picture, she was wearing a white, sleeveless turtleneck garment and her hair was up in a bun high on her head, now she was wearing something bright pink, and her hair was mostly loose, except for some of it that was again up in a bun on top of her head, but smaller in size.

“Hi!” Y/N replied, a smile on her face. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can!” Shuri replied, a smile also on her face. “I feel like I’m meeting you more properly now. It’s nice to have a face to the person I’ve been talking to on Instagram for a month.”

“You say that like you haven’t looked at my profile picture at all.” Y/N commented.

“Fair point.” Shuri replied. “What are you up to?”

“Not much. I’m working on sketches for a project.” Y/N said, eyes flashing to her paper covered desk.

“Is it the secret one you refuse to tell me about?” Shuri asked.

“Yes, it is.”

“Can you please tell me what it is?” Shuri pleaded, and Y/N breathed out a chuckle.

“Ever heard of Ant-Man?” She asked.

“Yeah, the dude who can shrink with a suit.” Shuri said. “Was a superhero, disappeared for a while, came back just recently, right?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Y/N confirmed. “That’s what I’m making.”

“What, a suit?”

“Yeah!”

“Seriously? That’s so cool!” Y/N laughed at Shuri’s excited outburst.

“But how would you do that? I’ve read a little about Ant-Man, Hank Pym, right?” Y/N nodded at Shuri’s question. “Pym particles, how are you going to get a hold of that?”

“Hank Pym is my grandfather.” Y/N said, and smiled at Shuri’s gobsmacked expression. “He operates in the basement of the house I’m currently in.”

“And you think you can make it work?”

“Yeah, I think so. Or I hope so, at least.”

“From what I’ve learned about you this past month, I think you can too.”

Y/N and Shuri shared a smile, before Y/N got an idea.

“Want to see some of my sketches?”

“Yes please!” Shuri replied. “I’m curious now.”

Y/N quickly stood up, and grabbed some of the sketches off her desk, before returning to her bed.

“I call it the Dragonfly suit.”

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fic navigation:

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A Royal scandal 4

Modern royalty au

Image from Instagram

cowritten with @lizzygal​

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Summary - Modern ruler, His Majesty King Steven G Rogers, is on a quest to make his long term secret relationship the real thing. He is a man in love and wants his lover and partner to be his queen.

Warnings - Smut (m/f), dub con/non con, sex tape, scandals, mentions of past domestic abuse, soft dark Steve, possessive Steve, spanking, power imbalance, mentions of previous domestic abuse, somnophilia, talks of virginity.

Pairing - King!Steve x reader

Word count - 7.8k

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Valkyrie, or simply Val, watched the entire thing unfold before her eyes and was helpless to stop any of it. All of it. All she could do was watch. Much like one would watch a train accident happen before their very eyes.

She had tried. In truth she had.

However, Sarah was the Queen Mother and Val was a member of the Royal Guard.

There was little she could do.

“Your Majesty,” she purred one last time, in one last attempt to save a situation that she knew deep in her heart was not going to go well at all. “Perhaps you would prefer to go inside and I’ll bring them into the reception area?”

Everything was wrong. So very wrong.

Outside the palace was normally empty.

As it was located in the center of the capital. An old historic building from imperial days that covered numerous city blocks, was where the government was run and where King Steven resided. Press knew better than to hang around outside the imposing palace gates as the king never left out them and was uninterested in opportunities to have his picture taken. As did the Queen Mother.

And yet, that morning, a whole gaggle of photographers were lined up and waiting for the visiting royals. Or so they had shared with Val.

Her Grace, Hope van Dyne, never went anywhere without getting her picture taken. In Val’s opinion, she probably had the phone number to every tabloid office in the world.

Sarah’s voice was kind. Soft. Gentle. It made Val want to wrap her queen up in a blanket and make her go inside so she could deal with their unwelcome guests. She stood beside Val at the top of the steps of the palace, provided with a great view of the black sedan that had pulled in through the gates. The flashiest possible way to enter the palace instead of through the underground garage like everyone else.

“Oh no. That’s hardly necessary. They wanted a scene. Let us give them one.”

Not liking the sounds of that at all, her brown eyes flickered over to look at the slim woman with a head of artfully styled strawberry blonde curls, a button nose and rose petal lips. She was every bit as regal as her title, even if she had not a drop of royal blood in her body.

“You can’t think that they actually called the press to say that the Duchess Hope was the woman with His Majesty on the video from the royal banya?”

Sarah’s cool blue gaze flickered to her royal bodyguard before returning back to the sedan so she could observe her former friend climb out, followed by her raven-haired daughter who waved to the photographers on the other side of the iron gates.

That was exactly what Sarah suspected the second she’d seen it in the morning paper. Though she doubted she would ever find out who had started that rumor.

“Have you found out why they’re here?”

Grimacing, Valkyrie shook her head, unhappy to not have an answer for her queen beneath the cloudy chilly winter day. “Not yet Your Majesty. We have reached out to the Maharaja’s Staff and are waiting to hear back. Soon though we suspect.”

Any second now Val hoped her phone would ring so she could tell the queen.

Which led to Sarah turning her head to look away from her guests as they climbed the stairs. She looked away from the large fountain that the sleek luxury car was parked beside and gave her last true smile for what she suspected would be till lunch. Reaching out, she placed her hand on Valkyrie’s wrist. One of her preferred bodyguards. She’d been loyal and had on two occasions nearly given her life in service of her country. “I trust you will find out and inform me as soon as possible. Do not fret. I doubt they will be leaving anytime in the near future.”

Only a lifetime of service kept Val from cracking a smile.

Instead, her dark eyes watched the silver haired Queen of the Netherlands climb the steps towards them. Smiling. Dressed expensively with a heavy coat made from numerous small furry animals.

Queen Janet van Dyne approached as if it hadn’t been years. She came to stand beside Sarah and greet her in such a way that would make for a perfect picture. Or so Sarah noticed. She greeted her as if they were still friends who spoke frequently on the phone and still sent one another gifts. As if their children had married and everything was fine.

“Sarah! How wonderful to see you, you have not aged a day.”

Janet reached out with gloved hands trimmed in mink, leaned forward to place a polite kiss on Sarah’s cheek in greeting and was more than a little surprised when Sarah stepped away. Her own hands remaining clasped in front of her and out of Janet’s. Greeting or otherwise.

“Janet,” was all that came from Sarah’s mouth. A look went from Janet’s coat down to her dress and then shoes, pausing there before coming back up. “Is that the dress you wore to Lizzie’s grandson’s wedding?”

Surprised by the greeting, or lack thereof, Janet paused and then smiled brightly, knowing that though the cameras could not hear them they could capture this image on film. “Yes. We’re focusing on becoming sustainable out in the west. Going green isn’t merely a project meant as royal busywork.”

Sarah could actually feel Valkyrie stiffen beside her at mention of the Green Initiative that Steve had tasked her with and had been far from busywork. It was something that Sarah could go on and on about, one of her many efforts that she busied herself with and yet, she found she didn’t want to expend that much energy on her once friend.

Hands still in front of her, fingers laced together where she could feel her wedding band. Sarah tilted her head slightly to the side. “I wouldn’t know. We remain a governing monarchy here.”

Janet blanched. Her lips formed a straight line, nearly as straight as the way her spine stiffened.

Though Sarah was unable to enjoy it as she turned her attention to the daughter. Hope van Dyne. Formerly Princess Hope but now Duchess Hope, after having been stripped of her title and recently reinstated to a lesser one, in Sarah’s opinion anyway.

Hope looked lovely as ever.

Tanned. Dressed exceptionally well. Smiling exuberantly.

It almost warmed Sarah’s icy heart.

“Sarah! How are you? You look wonderful!” Exclaimed Hope, sounding genuinely thrilled to see the woman who might have been her mother-in-law had things gone differently. She stepped on up with outstretched arms and was greeted with a serene face that looked at her in confusion.

Sarah said nothing. Not a word. Sarah maintained eye contact and looked at Hope as if waiting for the younger woman to say or do something.

Thus leading to Hope blinking in confusion and lowering her arms, looking to her mother for assistance as this clearly was not the welcome she expected.

“Is something wrong,” Hope asked a bit nervously as a winter breeze ruffled the fur on her mother’s coat. Sneaking under the cashmere of her own, as she hadn’t had time to properly shop for winter here. This was her mother’s idea. It was her last hope. Her father had refused to hear her and not even her mother could plead her case this time. This was it.

“I was about to ask you the same.”

Val watched Hope’s confusion and fought hard to not say anything at all, and it was becoming painful to watch in her opinion. Her gaze veered over to all the photographers that were watching more than taking pictures. Even they seemed to realize this visit was not starting off smoothly.

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

Val risked a look over at her queen. Her queen who was peering at the young woman who had referred to Val’s people as ‘war criminals’ or ‘superstitious backwoods fools.’

Unable to take another moment of it, Valkyrie cleared her throat.

Finally making Sarah take mercy on Hope who really should have known better in her opinion. “In civilized societies, a duchess would curtsey to a queen. Perhaps things are different for those who are merely ceremonial in purpose.”

***

Someone called your name and for a second, you were terrified that Wanda had come for your ass.

Not that you could blame the best friend you’d had since high school.

Upon heading into the offices of the royal palace that morning, you had intentionally avoided her , secure in the knowledge that she was pissed at you and you really did not want to have the fight you knew was coming someplace public like the office.

So, you’d been groveling via text and promising to go out with her that night for a girls night, swearing on your honor that you would tell her everything! Because Wanda was no fool.

Wanda saw the new dress you had on. Wanda saw your new shoes. Wanda noticed your perfect makeup and styled hair. Wanda also brought up the facts that you’d not been home that night or early morning, as well as the crucial one regarding your flatiron that was still in the bathroom the two of you shared.

Needless to say, you had a lot of explaining to do.

There was no getting around it. You were going to have to tell her about Steve. Sure, you’d swear her to secrecy until everything came out. The palace had made its announcement this morning about King Steven being in a relationship that he would make public soon. A second public statement had come from the Palace PR Guru, Maria Hill, stating that without a doubt, the king was not involved with Duchess Hope after a few rumors had burnt their way through the palace and news cycles.

Besides, Wanda should know. Wanda deserved to know. You and Wanda had come on this adventure post university together. Wanda had to know before it came out in the form of an official palace announcement, or else Wanda might very well skin you alive.

Hearing your name on a female tongue had you snapping up, your attention diverted away from the emails you were checking.

Wanda?

No.

It was not Wanda.

It was an Indian woman in a well-tailored pantsuit. Her dark hair was swept up in a chignon. Her lips a shade of red that had you lowkey thinking about asking for the name and shade of said lipstick. Her dark eyes bore right through you. As if spearing you from your chair and to the wall of your office.

“You are the King’s Chief of Staff?”

While your natural first instinct was to report that was what it said on your door. Professional-you put the kibosh on that right away. Inner you was somewhat intimidated by this powerful woman who looked as if she knew your every last secret.

Head held high this woman so informed you in a tone that let you know she was here for nothing less. “The Maharaja has sent us. Duchess Hope of the Netherlands has stolen from us and is here with the intention of pleading political asylum. While the Maharaja would like nothing more than to have her brought back for trial of the theft of our priceless treasures. I will settle for what was taken and no less.”

Ok. Well. Maybe you thought too soon.

Maybe Wanda was preferrable over this person.

“Oh…goody…” came from your lips with a frown.

“General Odinson sent me here. He told me that you would be able to help resolve this issue for me post haste.”

Oh of course General Fucking Thor Odinson would send this person your way so he didn’t have to deal with this international nightmare of an incident.

Letting out a deep breath, you held up a finger. “Let me just send this out real quick…what’s your name?” And you typed as quickly as humanly possible on your encrypted laptop.

“Ekta. I am with the Maharaja’s Royal Guard.”

Because of course she was. Why wouldn’t she be? Why wouldn’t Hope have stolen from the Maharaja and bounced? Though you’d never had the pleasure of meeting her face to face, you’d heard more than your share about the infamous Duchess, then Princess, Hope.

Typing. Typing. Typing.

“You’ve got any pictures or detailed descriptions of what the items stolen look like? I’m sure His Majesty will be very curious. And, you know, the more information of what we’re looking for the better.”

And done.

With a tap on your laptop, you’d sent out an email to the Finance Minister. Then up you stood.

“Of course,” Ekta answered coolly.

Not that you blamed her. If you were in her shoes, you would have been super pissed off too. Being robbed was never fun.

“Let’s go see if we can track down His Majesty. If not, we’ll make an appointment with his secretary and then go see who is in the office of our Royal Guard. Someone is always in there and I know that Carol, she’s Captain of the Guard, is working right now.” You explained, as if you felt that telling this unhappy woman all these things could somehow make everything right. Probably not. But you still had to try. It was in your nature to fix problems and you most definitely wanted to fix this problem.

Ekta said nothing.

She merely followed you out of your office and into the hallway which was lined with doors and walls of tasteful and probably expensive original art.

You looked to the left.

Then to the right and nearly died then and there at your luck.

How had you gotten so lucky?

There, mere feet away and closing, was not just Carol but His Majesty, deep in discussion about something that was irritating them both.

You had an inkling that you knew what was at the heart of their discussion.

The sight of you made them stop talking and pause in their tracks, which told you that you had been the one that they were seeking.

Before anything could be done, you bowed. “Your Majesty, just the person I was hoping to find.” Up you flourished your hand to gesture at Ekta, who you could feel was beside you, practically putting off rays of righteousness. “We have a visitor from the Maharaja’s Royal Guard. This is Ekta. She is here because of something that concerns the Duchess Hope.”

The reaction that came was almost immediate from both Steve and Carol.

A look as if Steve had suddenly smelled a dead animal came over his face. Carol however cocked her hip to the side, lifted her chin in a dark blue pantsuit, almost demanding in a knowing sort of way. “What’d she steal from you guys? Art or jewelry?”

For the first time ever, you noted a moment of Ekta’s veneer breaking. Like she was taken off balance. “The duchess stole from you too?” Then, almost as an afterthought came, “Your Majesty?”

And this was news to you too.

You had no idea that Hope had taken souvenirs with her that weren’t free to take when she fled the Royal Palace for India all those years ago.

When Steve spoke, his teeth were clearly clenched together. “Yes. Both. She raided my mother’s room as well as the halls for art and pieces that are priceless. Sacred treasures from my countries history that can never be replaced. She filled her suitcase with on her way out.”

“Every now and then an item will appear on the black market. We can only assume that she is selling them when she is in need of money.” Carol helpfully added.

Beside you, you could practically feel Ekta tremble. Shake out of control one could say.

“Is the Duchess Hope here?”

For that you had no answer.

Carol however had one. “Yes. Her Majesty is taking tea out in the gardens with the Duchess Hope and her own mother.”

After being brought abreast of that development, you had a statement to make. One you thought was obvious. But none-the-less, out it came. Maybe none of them knew? “It’s snowing outside.”

Thus leading Steve to turn his attention on you. Finally. And when he did so, he looked at you as if you were only his Chief of Staff. He looked at you kindly without the heat in his eyes from earlier that morning, when he’d woken you up by pushing himself deep into your body until the both of you reached a climax that made your eyes cross and left an impression of his teeth broken into your shoulder.

“Yes. Mother wanted to be sure that the Duchess Hope did not steal anything else from within the palace walls whilst they are here.”

Well then.

Even you had to admit. The Queen Mother could be downright frosty when the occasion called for it. Pun intended.

“She’s having tea with Queen Janet and Duchess Hope outside? In the frigid temperatures?”

You couldn’t quite make yourself believe it. You blinked. You looked from Steve who appeared casual after his statement, like he just told you the winters here were cold. Over to Carol who was pulling out her phone from her pocket. Acting like you hadn’t said anything out of the normal.

“Your Majesty, I’ll take care of Ekta and deal with this issue. If anything arrives concerning this issue. I will contact you. Nakia will come fill my place today.”

If Steve was greatly upset by any of his, he made no outward indication of it other than a nod of his head that he both heard and understood and accepted what Carol had told him. His attention was instead focused on you.

“I have a meeting concerning the Switzerland trip about the proposed embassy. Go get your notes. You’ll be joining me.”

***

Her Grace, the Duchess Hope van Dyne, had finally made it in the palace after that psycho, the Queen Mother Sarah, had the audacity to serve tea in the garden as flakes of snow drifted down. And if that weren’t barbaric enough, afterwards, she then led them around the winter garden as if Hope gave a damn.

Hope had problems and Queen Sarah was not very receptive to any of her attempts to thaw the ice that had formed around Sarah’s heart. Nor did her mother, Janet, have much luck.

When did Sarah turn into such a bitch?

Sarah should have been ecstatic that Hope would even return to this shithole. Sarah’s son was still single, he needed a queen and his backwoods hovel wanted a queen and Hope had royal blood. What more did Sarah need? Did she need it written down?

When did Sarah turn into such a horrible host?

Hope remembered a distinctively different Sarah. When she had lived in this palace, Steve’s mother had coddled her, practically waited on her hand and foot to be sure that Hope was happy and settling in so far from civilization. Where was that Sarah now?

Somehow, Hope had managed to break away, pleading a need to use the powder room around the time her toes and fingers went numb. As she hadn’t had the time to properly shop for clothes to wear in this frigid shithole. India had been so gloriously warm. She’d loved India. Hope would have loved to stay there but things had gone south.

Eventually, like everything else, it’d blow over.

Until then though, she needed someplace safe to stay. She needed to stay somewhere that the Maharaja couldn’t get her. What she needed was diplomatic immunity. However, that wasn’t going to happen since her father refused to even see her, so she’d just have to settle for sovereign immunity. Granted, Hope hadn’t expected it to be this difficult to see Steven and tell him that she was ready to get married now. For crying out loud, he should have been groveling at her feet for her to come back to him. Especially after that sex tape which had been burning up the internet and royal circles. If there was anything that Hope could do, it was bounce back from a scandal.

This was just ridiculous.

The Queen Mother should have been inviting them to this lunch with her son, instead of practically throwing Hope and Janet out. Which was exactly why Hope was wandering the halls in the search for Steven’s office. Toes tingling in her fashionable pumps. Her fingers burning from the warm air in the administrative offices.

Hope would need a whole new wardrobe once she got Steven onboard with her plan. As his current plan of ignoring the sex tape was absurd. These things needed to be tackled head on. With her as his queen by his side, Hope could handle all of it.

Ah, she found herself pleased at the sight of the royal seal over a doorway marking it as the king’s office.

Valkyrie followed her closely. That bitch.

As soon as Hope was queen, she’d be one of the first on the firing block. Following her around like some manner of commoner who might fill their pockets with royal gold. It was absurd. Hope was born a princess and one day she would become one again.

Hope remembered Valkyrie from when she was a young member of the guard and now, she was a Captain and just as irreprehensible as Carol, who Hope also despised. Both of them had to go. Reaching out with a hand that held a ring belonging to the sister of the Maharaja, Hope opened the door and marched right into the office of Steven’s secretary. Who was apparently gone for lunch.

Not that the room was empty.

Nakia, who had been seated on a couch in the office, stood. Dressed in a dark blue suit that all the royal guard wore. Her face stony at the sight of Hope and then darkened further in disgust. She stood tall. Regally. Holding her head high when she spoke down to the former princess. “The king is busy.”

Not that Hope would settle for anything less than seeing Steven in person immediately. She stepped forward. “The king is having lunch with his mother in fifteen minutes. I know for a fact he’s not doing anything of importance. Get out of my way, or I’ll have you selling souvenirs from a cart outside the palace when I am queen.”

At such a statement, Nakia found herself wanting to both laugh and spit in the face of this western woman. One who had referred to her people and country as little more than a backwoods hellhole full of illiterate stone pounders.

How often Nakia had dreamt of being so close to the Duchess Hope, how she thought of ripping out this woman’s forked tongue.

“Let her in,” came Valkyrie’s voice in their native tongue from the eastern regions of the land.

Sending Nakia’s dark eyes past Hope. A knowing expression claimed her features. “His Majesty is in there waiting for our queen.”

A shrug came from the senior guardswoman.

Nakia would be the first to admit, she had not been hopeful when the crown prince had been coronated as a teenager. No one in the country had been particularly hopeful but now, nearly everyone supported their king. His Majesty was a good king who served them all as much as they served him.

Nakia was protective of her king. She wanted her king to marry his Chief of Staff yesterday. Her land was in need of a queen, a woman’s touch one could say.

Knowing what was at stake with the coming lunch that her king would attend with his mother and lover, a visit from the Duchess Hope would not put him in the best of moods. The Queen Mother always grew quiet when King Steven was in such a mood. Why would Nakia allow such a thing to happen?

“Perhaps if he tells her she isn’t wanted here she’ll leave sooner? Let her in. That is an order.”

Pursing her lips unhappily, Nakia stepped back.

She wasn’t about to open the door to His Majesty’s office for this interloper. However, she would no longer stand in the way. Nakia even made sure to send a look that screamed impending homicidal violence. Spurring Hope quickly through the door without another syllable directed at Nakia.

Which was fine with Hope.

Hope couldn’t get away from Nakia quick enough.

Wanting distance sent Hope into the king’s large office without much thought. Looking as if it belonged in an old Victorian estate with dark wood, so many books, old art and thick dark Turkish Rugs.

What Hope did not expect was how much the prince had grown.

No longer a gangly young man whose mother had to have padding sewn into the robes that he was coronated in. This man sitting at his desk was big in every way. Exuding power in a manner that most could only dream and for a second, seeing Steven look at her with shocking blue eyes and stubble darkening his face, she was rendered speechless.

“What do you want Hope,” came Steven’s voice, more than a little annoyed. Far more emotion than she’d ever seen from the young man. Who was now very obviously a man.

This was not the Steven she remembered.

Before her was not the young man she remembered at all. Every last bit of him was very much a king and Hope suddenly, possibly for the first time in her life, found herself regretting many of the past choices she made. It seemed her mother was right. She’d been far too hasty in her youth. Her mother had told her that the prince would mature like a fine wine. Hope had written that off as nonsense meant to trap her into an arranged marriage like so many women before her.

Now?

Now she was looking at a tall powerful man close a very modern looking laptop and turn his attention on her in such a way that made her gut coil. What would it have been like to be the woman in the video? And where the hell did that thought come from? She had been wrong. So so very wrong.

Finally, gathering herself, Hope peered around the office and fussed at the pearl buttons on her coat. “I saw the video…” A noise came from Steven that she’d never heard before, yet, she went on. “…and since we’re still technically engaged, I thought I would return to help you put out the fires of this scandal.”

Another noise came from the king, a derisive snort.

“Wow. That’s cute. Highly amusing coming from you.” Though there was no hint of heat or passion in his words that had been so evident on that video. In her opinion, he didn’t even sound bored. Worse. Steven then leaned back in his seat, peered around her and asked, “Who let you in here?”

Those words, those uncaring words as if she were little more than the two guards outside his office made her burn, bristle.

Which had Hope clearing her throat, bristling one could say. “Actually, it’s more than cute. If you recall, I come from a distinguished royal house. Our engagement is a legally binding agreement.”

For the reaction she got, she might as well have told him it was showing outside.

As she was prone to when there was silence that needed to be filled, Hope pushed the waves of dark hair over her shoulder. She shifted from one foot to the other and watched Steven lean back in his chair.

Finally, as if sensing that she wasn’t going to leave, Steve offered her a shrug. Finding the mere sight of her numbing. He could have cared less what she did one way or the other. So long as she stayed out of his room. He had valuable things in there that he was fond of. “I’m not marrying you. Do with that as you will, you’ll find no sanctuary here.”

This was most certainly not the Steven that she had left all those years ago. It took Hope a second to collect herself, to steel herself. No one had spoken to her in such a way in quite a while. Her brain screamed at her that damage control needed to be done but she was not sure how. In what way? What did she say?

Hope’s brain screamed at her that the plan was failing, everything was going wrong. This was not supposed to happen this way and now she was failing horrendously. What did she do? How could she fix this?

Pricks of pain came from her fists as her nails dug into her palms. Telling Hope that when she unclenched her fists, she would see blood. “You have to marry me!”

Oh this was bad.

This was really really bad.

Across the expanse of his desk, Steve remained calm. Almost to the point of uncaring and such demeanor was reflected in his words. In the way his broad shoulders shrugged and how he rubbed his rough cheek, as if that were more interesting.

“I do not need or want your assistance for anything, forget that video. There is no reason for me to be ashamed of it.”

“Steven! Listen!”

He could see the desperation on her face, hear it in her voice and after so long, he wished he could say that it was rewarding. He wished that he could say it made him feel better after everything that had happened.

It didn’t.

There was just nothing. Little more than cold numbness. Steve felt absolutely nothing.

Nothing was there anymore.

When he looked at Hope there was nothingness.

It reminded him of his father. He hated when he felt that way, when he thought of his father. There was no one on this earth that Steve loathed more. It was his very purpose for being, to not be his father. To end that cycle. To let it die with him.

Most irritably, he shifted in his seat. His eyes found the picture of you both on his desk from a trip to Scotland.

Hints of his father swirled with every syllable only furthering his inner revulsion with himself, his genes and heritage.

“When you left, I did not officially break our engagement as a common courtesy to your father. No more no less. I am a king. You cannot compel me to do anything.”

Pools of blue found Hope again though. A little bit of serene malice hovered between them.

“If you continue to be an annoyance, I will. I am a king now. I have a country to govern. I do not have time for the childish games and pursuits that occupy the western families.”

“Steven this is serious! I could go to prison! In India!”

May his ancestors help him, his first initial response would have been to remind her of her place, remind her of how he should be addressed.

His Majesty.

Exactly as his father would, he swore he heard his father’s voice in his ear.

“You have to help me out! I’m begging you! I don’t care about that other woman. You can have all the mistresses you want!”

A peek down at his watch told Steve that he had minutes to wrap this up and go collect you. Minutes. He had minutes to regain his sanity before he saw his mother.

Minutes.

“Steven!”

Standing from his chair, he shook his head. Doing his best to silence the sound of his father telling him he was not good enough, was not worthy, was not fit to rule. His voice was soft because Steve would not yell like that man. “No Hope. I’m sorry, but no. You remind me of my father. You make me feel like him. You bring him back to life and I cannot live with his ghost. So no. You will have to deal with the consequences of your actions like the rest of us.”

Her eyes went wild.

Steve could see it and was glad he wasn’t within reach of her. He watched her grab a Fabergé Egg from the end of his desk.

Colorful glass accented in gold with rubies around the middle. It fit in her hand but only just, being the size of an ostrich egg and then it went soaring through the air where it smashed loudly into a wall. Denting the dark wood and shattering. Smashing into dozens and dozens of colorful pieces that fell to the floor.

Having felt the very loss of hope itself, she turned to set her storm on him. “You’ll regret this, Your Majesty.” Before turning and leaving, slamming his office door behind her as hard as possible. Leaving Steve with the sound of his father telling him that he wasn’t worthy.

***

Lipstick?

No lipstick?

It was a question for the ages.

A swipe or two of lipstick always gave you the courage you needed in any occasion. But then again, this was not merely any occasion. This was lunch with your boyfriends mother to officially meet her and get to know her, because you were in a serious committed relationship with her son. Because you loved her son.

Oh, and her son was the king, so there were expectations on that already plus with her being the Queen Mother, that was sorta already an expectation of its own.

Lipstick?

No lipstick?

You wanted to look your best because the Queen Mother always looked immaculate. But you also didn’t want to risk getting lipstick on your teeth. Leading you to peer once more into the bathroom mirror.

No. No lipstick. If you put on lipstick you’d be thinking about your lipstick and you needed to focus on making a good impression.

Otherwise, your makeup looked fabulous. Really. Five stars. Two thumbs up.

This had you stuffing your makeup back into your purse and kinda sorta looking up when the bathroom door opened, shut and was locked. Because really. Why would the door be locking?

In the art deco styled bathroom, Steve’s form was very clear and your eyebrows shot up.

Luckily, you were alone, considering how beyond pissed off he looked. One hundred and ten percent not fit to have lunch with his mother. Not with him in this condition.

You had no idea what happened, but something had happened.

He crossed the red and white marble tiled floor. Walked past the gilded edged stalls and stained-glass doors to where you stood at one of four sinks with bronze fixtures and ornately framed mirrors.

To be honest, it was your favorite bathroom of all time. Your Instagram was full of pictures of this bathroom, selfies in this bathroom, up-close pictures of the stained glass.

“Are you ok?”

Beneath his smoothly shaven face, his jaw twitched. “Fine. Are you ready?”

He was tense enough you wouldn’t have been shocked if his joints started to pop, or his teeth cracked from how hard he was clenching his jaw.

Seeing him like this was a no go for Queen Sarah. Everyone knew that she hated to see her son like this and at first you never knew why, not until someone had told you that her husband had the same mannerisms. Steve’s father done the same thing when he had been angry.

While it was common knowledge that Steve was not his father, Steve would never hit his mother.

Some memories could just never be wiped clean.

Having Steve like this was not how you wanted this first lunch with his mother to go. Not one bit. Both of them needed to be on cloud fucking nine. Meaning you were going to have to do something.

“Almost,” was what you told him. A plan already set into motion as you grabbed a few paper towels from the bronze dish that held them between sinks.

One last peek at your hair and you were set. Purse in hand. You stepped on over to press your lips to the flat firm line that was Steve’s mouth. “Could you hold this for me?”

Steve never questioned you or thought twice.

Whether it was from love or trust, or he was too angry over whatever? No one would ever know.

But you seized the moment! Pounced on the opportunity.

You acted as if you were going to check your pumps and instead, set down the paper towels so you could kneel at his feet. Before Steve even had a second to think about it, you had his pants unbuttoned, unzipped and down around his knees. Knowing that the king went commando that morning worked seamlessly into your plan.

His dick hung softly between his muscular creamy thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold my purse with both hands, Your Majesty.”

Though soft, his size was still above average. His penis was solid. Thick. A pink tip peeked out beneath foreskin that was stretched over his member. Soft as velvet, you kissed his slit as you pushed his foreskin up to reveal his shaft.

“Remember the first time I ever saw your dick?”

You sank down on his soft flesh after, sucking him in till nearly all of him fit in your mouth. It rarely happened. Only when he wasn’t erect. When Steve was erect, it wasn’t physically possible unless you unhinged your jaw and didn’t have a gag reflex.

“Oh god…” he gasped out at the warm and wet sensation of your mouth closing around him. Cold air on his ass cheeks. Exposed. Vulnerable. His sac hanging heavy and you down on your knees, taking nearly all of him in your mouth.

Steve clung to your purse like a lifeline.

Thinking back, you hummed out thoughtfully, knowing how fantastic the vibrations felt on him. Knowing that the warm softness that was his dick would soon harden. Until then, you enjoyed how you could take him like this. You relished the smell of him, musky and male. Savored how smooth his skin was on your tongue. Reached up and cupped his testicles that hung down for you.

It’d been at a fundraiser.

A black-tie affair for something or another, who could remember?

The two of you had stolen away towards the end, snuck off when everyone was mingling together and socializing. Slightly tipsy or buzzed from the open bar.

Not the two of you.

No.

Both of you had barely drank. Focused instead on getting away so you could steal some moments together. Moments like these. Moments where your hands were all over one another, your mouths hungry for one another. Frantic for that connection between your bodies that nature demanded and you both were trying so hard to make happen.

Tonight was the night though.

You were determined.

Sucking him deep. Swirling your tongue around him. You could feel Steve starting to thicken up which had you popping off his mouth and surveying the sight of his dick taking on a pinkish hue as blood filled it.

“Are you thinking about it, Your Majesty? About how fucking big your cock is? About how it shocked me? Remember?”

Based alone on the sound that came from Steve, you could deduce that he remembered. Possibly even vividly.

“I remember,” you cooed, licking his pink head and suckling on the end of his dick. Flicking against the hole with your tongue. Massaging his balls. Taking his hardening shaft in your other hand. Needing him to feel only you. Needing him to be here with you. “It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life.”

”You don’t have to.” He had whispered to you in a dark corner of the atrium. Hidden by plants and furniture.

Not that you’d cared.

By that point he had gone down on your countless times and you’d never seen it. Only feeling it through his pants when you’d made-out or groped him, when your bodies rubbed against one another in a frantic urge for completion.

“Jesus Christ Steve! You’re the only man I know who doesn’t want his dick sucked.”

“It’s not that…” he came back with, pausing and finally giving in, allowing you to unzip the black pants of his tux and yank them down. Pull them down and out it popped.

Erect.

Hard. So hard.

Foreskin drawn back to reveal an angry red head smeared with pre-cum.

It was massive, a beast, the hugest dick you’d ever laid eyes on and from on your knees, in a ballgown, made up to feel like a princess. You gasped. You straight up gasped like you were a teenage girl seeing your very first penis. Albeit, the one that was so full of blood it bobbed eye level with you, pointing upwards, was considerably more impressive and probably five inches longer than that first ever dick, easy. As you didn’t exactly have a tape measure on you for comparison.

“Oh my god…” you whispered, well aware that your eyes were wide and mouth was very likely a perfect O. “It’s so big! It’s like the biggest I’ve ever seen! Steve your dick is huge! What do you feed it?”

His voice was a bit concerned. Embarrassed even?

Was he embarrassed about this behemoth in his pants?

“I’m sorry, I know. It can be uncomfortable to give me oral sex. You really don’t have to. I don’t expect.”

But you had cut him off with grabby hands wrapping around his erection, pushing up his foreskin and licking the salty jizz that was starting to ooze out. “Shut up, Your Majesty. Tell me how you want it.” In your ministrations you had lifted up his generous manhood and set eyes upon the heavy balls that hung down between his thighs. “Holy Canada! You have a set of balls to match. You have no idea how much fun I’m going to have fitting those in my mouth.”

When you finally ripped your eyes away from his sexual organ, you shook your head and admonished him severely. “I cannot believe you’d keep this from me!”

Exactly how you knew Steve liked, you sucked on his head and played with the tip of your tongue on his hole. You took him as deep as you could as his erection grew harder and harder in your mouth. Tracing your tongue along the sides and pumping him with your hand until his girth grew so wide, you were unable to touch your fingertips around him.

Up and down you sank on his cock. Till he was rigid beneath your lips and you drug your teeth along at times to heighten the sensation.

Slurping. Squeezing his balls. Hollowing out your cheeks and swallowing any salty release that began to dribble out. You savored the sight of his fingers clenching your purse tightly and his eyes screwed shut.

Between languid trips up and down his length, you pulled off to lick his blunt tip with the flat of your tongue.

“What are you thinking about, My King?”

At first, you didn’t think he would or could answer, which was fine. Your attention was on the round edge of his organ. Licking it. Flicking it with your tongue. Playing with it till you sank back down.

After a few seconds.

After a deep breath from Steve.

After that, he managed to get out.

“Thinking about that night. The night I took your maidenhead.”

Your maidenhead?

Well, that was a trip to past. It sent your eyes up and your mouth back off him so you could speak without a mouth full of dick. “Mmm. Thinking about how you went crazy? How you went all feral and popped my cherry?”

In your hand his penis twitched.

It was too perfect an opportunity to not pounce upon it.

If you couldn’t make him come from saying these filthy disgusting true things to him, did you really deserve to marry this man? “Your Majesty? Does it turn you on to think about my having been a virgin? About how you’re the only man to ever be in my body? Do you remember how tight I was? How hard you had to push to break my hymen?”

Little motions came from Steve. Whether he knew it or not. He was making small thrusts into your mouth that you hummed around, sucked on.

Something hit the floor.

Hands were on your head, fingers were in your hair. A wicked smile curled over your lips and Steve was methodically pumping into your mouth.

He sounded strained. He sounded like he was in pain.

“Felt so good. You’re so good to me. My angel. You were so tight.” He declared, announced, would have shouted to the heavens if he was capable. Each word came out in cadence. Almost in a chant. “Felt so good. Feels so good still. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine.” On top of feeling you sucking him deep. Paired with your fingers holding his testicles tight. Mixed with your fist wrapped around his base. It was a glorious storm coming together to make him shatter.

Steve was going to come. He was going to come like right now.

It sent his thoughts spiraling along with his words.

“Love you. Love your body. Love being in you. So warm and tight and mine. All mine. All of you is mine. Want you. Want to fill you. Want want want.”

Gasping out. His breath gone. All air left his lungs when Steve climaxed into your mouth. A pitched noise did come that was followed with his fingers pulling your face against him, his pelvis pushing into you. A moan that made him weak in the knees followed that told him you were pleased with him. You were happy.

If he died in the next moment, he would have been a happy man.

All Steve could feel was pleasure. It consumed him body. It whited out his mind. It made his balls empty into the warmth of your mouth, till he was certain that nothing remained.

Even then you weren’t done.

Helpless. Awestruck.

Hopelessly devoted, Steve watched you drag your tongue around him to clean him up. Catching the last few spurts of ejaculate on your tongue before you showed him, then swallowed his seed.

Rendering him panting and sweaty.

He dropped down onto his knees and he kissed you. Mindless. Unable to think about anything else other than your mouth and being lucky enough to have convinced you to be his woman. Steve kissed you deeply, uncaring about the fact he could taste himself, unconcerned when his tongue curled around yours that he might have gotten some of his own ejaculate. His Majesty didn’t care.

Nor was he overly concerned about his knees being on the cold marble tile when he groaned against your mouth. “Love you. Love you so much. Love you to the moon and back.”

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Masterlist 2

Part 2, maybe part 3 coming soon

Imagines:

TVD/Legacies/The Originals

Hope Mikaelson Having A Crush On You Would Include…

Hope Mikaelson Feeding Off You Would Include…

Being a Heretic and Dating Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Being Hope Mikaelson’s Best Friend and the Saltzman Twins Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Being a New Werewolf and Dating Lizzie Saltzman Would Include….

Being Cupid and Dating Penelope Park Would Include…

Penelope Crush Having a Crush On You Would Include…

Being Penelope’s Friend and Having Her Fall For You Would Include…

Being Caroline’s Heretic Girlfriend and Lizzie Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Sex With Caroline Forbes Would Include…

Being Best Friends With Katherine Pierce Would Include…

Dating Rebekah Mikaelson Would Include…

BDSM Sex With Dom!Freya Mikaelson Would Include…

Arrowverse

Being in Team Arrow and Falling for E2!Laurel Would Include…

Kara and Alex Danvers Both Falling For You Would Include…

Being an Avenger and Dating Sanvers Would Include…

Dating Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being in the Navy and Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being a member of the Legends of Tomorrow and meeting and falling for Nora Darkh Would Include…

Dating Ava Sharpe and Getting Injured Would Include…

Sara Lance Helping You Accept Your Bisexuality Would Include…

Dating Nora West Allen Would Include…

Adopting a Child With Dinah Drake Would Include…

Twilight

Dating Alice Cullen Would Include…

Alice Cullen x wolf!Reader

Being Alice Cullen’s Mate and Getting Hurt Would Include…

Jealous Sex With Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Rosalie Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Going to Harvard With Rosalie Hale Would Include…

Rosalie Hale Saving Human Reader Would Include…

Being Rosalie Hale’s Adoptive Daughter Would Include…

Being a Werewolf and Dating Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Esme Cullen Saving You Would Include…

Being Esme Cullen’s Long Lost Daughter Would Include…

Being Adopted By the Cullen Family and Imprinting on Kate Would Include…

Kate Denali x Wolf!Reader

Tanya Denali x wolf!Reader

Being a Werewolf and Imprinting On Tanya Would Include…

Carmen Denali Saving You Would Include…

Dating Bella Swan Would Include…

Being Jacob Black’s Sister and Imprinting On Alice Cullen Would Include…

MCU

Being Bucky Barnes’ Sister and Falling For Peggy Carter Would Include…

Dating Carol Danvers Would Include….

Carol Danvers Realizing You’re Abused Would Include…

Dom!May Parker Being Jealous Would Include…

Dating May Parker Would Include…

Being Okoye’s Sister and Falling For Ramonda Would Include…

DCEU

Teen Wolf

Going From Best Friends to Lovers With Lydia Martin Would Include…

Lydia Martin Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Dating Allison Argent Would Include…

Choices (Game)

Dating Hana Would Include…

Dating Kamilah Sayeed Would Include…

Being in a Secret Relationship With Ina Kingsley Would Include…

Westworld

Dating Dolores Abernathy Would Include…

Other

Being Daenarys Targaryen’s Sister and Ruling Together Would Include…

Meeting Catelyn Stark and Falling In Love Would Include…

Having a Crush on Elizabeth Keene Would Include…

Dating Love Quinn Would Include…

Dating Peach Salinger Would Include…

Dating Jamie Moriarty Would Include…

First Time With Adena El Amin Would Include…

Kat Edison Hearing You Sing For the First Time Would Include…

Dating Rosa Diaz and Getting Shot Would Include…

Rachel Berry Introducing You to Her Mom Would Include…

Fics:

MCU

Lost Light (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Moving In (Carol Danvers x Reader)

Glass Castle (Maria Hill x Reader)

The Avengers Meeting (Maria Hill x Reader fic)

Best Laid Plans (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Worry (Carol Danvers x Kara Danvers x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Hope Van Dyne)

DCEU

A Jealous Goddess (Diana Prince x Reader)

Criminal Minds

Arrowverse

Thorn At My Side (Leslie Willis aka “Livewire” x Reader)

Giving In (Laurel Lance x Reader)

Holiday Present (Laurel Lance x Dinah Drake)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dinah Drake)

Telling the Truth (Dinah Drake x Reader)

Telling the Truth (Part 2)

NSFW Alphabet List (Laurel Lance)

Couch Date (Kara Danvers x Emma Swan)

TVD/The Originals/Legacies

First Kiss (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Westworld

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Quick, Kiss Me! (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dolores Abernathy)

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Other

Back To You (Erica Reyes x Reader)

Ten Minutes and Thirty Years (Shirley Crain x Reader)

The Protector (Vinda Rosier x Reader)

A New Beginning (Rosalie Cullen x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Theo Crain)

Buried Emotions (Nell Crain x Theo Crain x Reader)

Old Friends (Chuck Bartowski x Reader)

#masterlist post

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Fools Rush In  //  AO3  //  Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky oversees the buildings of clubs and bars and when he gets back from a recently completed project he learns he’s heading out to Las Vegas to build a new one and if he does a good job he’ll get the Brooklyn project, something he’s been coveting for a long time.  But when he meets you things take a different turn than he expected.

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four  //  Five

Vintage Tattoos  //  AO3  //  Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky owns a vintage clothing shop and you own a tattoo shop right next door.  Bucky’s had a crush on you since the moment you stepped into his shop over two years ago, but you were in a relationship with someone else.  Now that you’ve broken it off with your significant other and all of Bucky’s friends are telling him to go for it.

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four  //  Five

Heaven and Hell  //  AO3  //  Angel!Bucky Barnes x Demon!Reader

A war has been raging between the angel and demon clans for thousands of years now.  You are a demon in love with an angel.  You weren’t supposed to fall in love with Bucky Barnes, it just happened.  But what will happen if he finds out that you were after information on where the angel stronghold was located.  Will he believe that you actually love him or will your relationship crumble?

One  //

Betrayal  //  AO3  //   Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You and Natasha had been close before the events in Civil War, but when Natasha decided to team up with Steve you felt betrayed by her.  Two years later she returns to the compound with Steve and the others and it seems like there could be more between her and the super soldier.

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four  //  Five (Alternate Ending One)  //  Five (Alternate Ending Two)

Domestic Carol Danvers x Reader x Natasha Romanoff Oneshots //  AO3

A collection of one shots that consists of the readers life with Carol and Natasha.

Second Anniversary  //  Feeling Flirty

The Kree Empress  //  AO3  //  Carol Danvers x Reader

Vers, also known as Carol, finds out her true identity and where her powers come from she flees the Kree empire and runs into Thanos and the Black Order. After a period of time with Thanos she returns to the Kree empire to become the empress and that is when she meets you.

Prologue  //  One  //

The Widow Maker //  AO3  //  Tony Stark x Reader

You go undercover in Tony Stark’s mob trying to dig up enough evidence to put him behind bars once and for good, but you slowly start to fall in love with the mobster when you realize that there may be more going on than you originally realized.

Prologue  //

How To Fall //  AO3  //  Pietro Maximoff x Reader

You don’t remember anything before showing up on Stephen Strange’s doorstep asking him to train you in the mystic arts and help you learn control on the other abilities that you have.  A few months after you begin training with Stephen the Avengers show up and ask for your help which you are ready and willing to do.  Can you recover your missing memories along the way?

One  //

Fallen From Grace  //  AO3  //  Fallen Angel!Carol Danvers x Reader

Every night you walk through a little park and sometimes you observe the sky.  Tonight you find an injured woman lying on the ground only to discover she is an actual angel fallen from grace. 

One  //

Common Enemy  //  AO3  //  Jason Todd x Reader

Red Hood doesn’t seem to trust you and you don’t get why.  He’s a complete ass to you, but you’re determined to prove him wrong and show him that you deserve to be a hero like Batman and the others.

One  //  Two  //

Meme Master Hank  //  SMAU/Written  //  Scott Lang x Hope Van Dyne

When Hank sends Scott a meme Scott isn’t sure what’s going on. He didn’t know Hank even knew what memes were. Will Scott figure out his own daughter is involved.

One  //  Two  //

Seeking Roommate  //  AO3  //  Dick Grayson x Reader

Dick is looking for a new apartment and that’s when he sees an ad for a roommate in the local paper.  Giving it a shot he meets up with you and moves in.  What neither of you realize is that you’re both going to fall for one another and not realize it.

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four

The Thief and the Detective  //  AO3  //  Detective!Jason Todd x Theif!Reader

Jason has been tasked with finding a thief known as Shadow.  Little does he know he’s met the thief and has now started a relationship with her.

One  //  Two

With All My Love  //  AO3  //  Alpha!Jason Todd x Omega!Fem!Reader

A series of one-shots about Alpha!Jason and Omega!Reader

Be Mine  //  Shower Issues  //  Meeting Red Hood  //  Cupcakes and Galas  //  First Date  //  The Reveal  //  Alpha Down  //  Our Growing Family 

Adventures of a Shifter  //  AO3  //  Diana Prince x Gender Neutral!Reader

A series of one shots with a shapeshifting Reader and Diana Prince.

Kitty Gifts 

Adventures of Motherhood  //  AO3  //  Mom!Carol Danvers x Mom!Reader

One-shots based around you and Carol facing motherhood together.

Nine Months  //  Firsts  //  Spa Day  //  Night Night  //  PTA Meeting  //  Momma Bear  //  Picture Day

Agent 34  //  AO3  //  Natasha Romanoff x Agent!Fem!Reader *Coming Soon

You’re known as Agent 34 and you’ve joined forces with the Avengers on their missions.  But a certain red-head has caught your attention and you can’t seem to focus whenever she’s around.

Blackbird  //  AO3  //  Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader ----> Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

You were once a member of the BatFam known by the moniker Blackbird.   You and Dick Grayson were close, but when a tragic accident left many members of the team thinking you were dead you went into hiding and tried to build a new life for yourself. But now Dick is back and he’s about to find out your secret.

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four  //  Five  //  Six  //  Seven  //  Eight  //  Nine  //  Ten  //  Epilogue

Moonlight  //  AO3  //  Damian Wayne x Stark!Fem!Reader

You are the adopted daughter of Tony Stark, Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne.  Your two fathers hate each other which by extension should mean that you and Damian are on less than friendly terms.  The issue?  You’ve been dating for little over a year and have been keeping it a secret.  What will happen if your fathers figure it out?

One  //  Two

Star-Crossed Lovers  //  AO3  //  Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Y/N works for the Black Mask and is trying to pay off a debt to him.  Jason finds her on the rooftop one night when a deal is going down.  From there things become complicated.

One  //  Two  //  Three //  Four  //  Sad Ending Version One (Jason’s Ending)  //  Sad Ending Version Two (Reader’s Ending)  //  Happy Ending

Still Star-Crossed  //  AO3  //  Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (Sequel to Star-Crossed Lovers, please read Sad Ending Version Two before this)

Jason’s been gone for nearly two years.  Y/N has taken up the Red Hood mantle, but things are about to become complicated.

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four  //  Five  //  Six  //  Seven  //  Eight  //  Nine  //  Epilogue

Stars in My Favor  //  AO3  //  Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (Sequel to Star-Crossed Lovers, please read Sad Ending Version One before this) 

COMING SOON

By the Sea  //  AO3  //  Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

Y/N is a mermaid that longs for the land.  Her friend Natasha tells her that she knows a human who will take care of her and leads her there, she only has one rule: do not under any circumstances fall in love with a human.  But Steve’s friend Bucky is drawing her in, in ways she hadn’t expected.  Will Y/N be able to return to the ocean once her stay in the human realm is complete?  And what happens when Natasha learns that Y/N is betrothed to be married to their king’s son?  Will she drag her friend back or keep her hidden amongst the humans?

One  //  Two  //  Three  //  Four  //  Five  //  Six  //  Seven  //  Eight  //  Nine  //  Ten  //  Eleven  //  Twelve  //  Thirteen  //  Fourteen  //  Fifteen

Part of Your World //  AO3  //  Prince!Damian Wayne x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

You just want to know what it’s like in the human world and when you spot a ship you get an up-close and personal look. Onboard is a handsome prince who you can’t take your eyes off of, but things take a turn for the worst when a storm hits. Will the prince ever know that you were the one that saved his life?

One

Love and War  //  AO3  //  Ares!Jason Todd x Aphrodite!Fem!Reader & Hephaestus!Tim Drake x Aphrodite!Fem!Reader

You are the goddess of love and beauty. All eyes have a tendency to be on you when you enter a room, and the other gods fawn all over you. Many have tried to make you their wife, but you refuse, the other gods have noticed it becoming an issue and decide they need to find someone to marry you off to. The only problem is will you be willing?

One  //  

#masterlist #Series Masterlist

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Avengers x Reader One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3etSbAh

by shaded_echoes

pretty self-explanatory no smut, occasional death, mention of un-okay things, canon-typical language/violence/etc, teen & up

Words: 543, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of marvel oneshots & misc. fics

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Avengers Team, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Jack Thompson, Darcy Lewis, Joaquín Torres, Helmut Zemo, Jimmy Woo, Hope Van Dyne, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Flash Thompson, Shuri (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Daniel Sousa

Relationships: Tony Stark/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Avengers Team & Reader, Carol Danvers/Reader, Peter Quill/Reader, Sam Wilson (Marvel)/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Natasha Romanov/Reader, Jack Thompson (Marvel)/Reader, stark!daughter reader - Relationship, tony stark daughter reader, Tony Stark & Reader, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Reader, Steve Rogers & Reader, Darcy Lewis/Reader, Joaquín Torres/Reader, Helmut Zemo/Reader, Jimmy Woo/Reader, Hope Van Dyne/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Harley Keener/Reader, Shuri/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Daniel Sousa/Reader, Flash Thompson/Reader

Additional Tags: No Smut, No Sex, I have no idea what to tag, if you know please help me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3etSbAh

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[mymarvelbunch]

Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 4)

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has lost all her family and most friends in The Decimation (I refuse to call it The Blip). Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, she dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. When she finally finds something that might help, she searches for the Avengers. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but there is also a lot of Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader. If you are American, think of a country you’d have loved to be born into :D

Warnings: none!

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously: Romanov asked to speak alone with Rogers, and two left the room. Scott looked at you. “They probably think it’s a trap.”“I’ll bring Wong here if I have to”, you replied instantly. “I spent three years finding a way to bring my family and friends back. I won’t give up now because the Avengers think I’m HYDRA, or whatever.” There must be have been something in your expression that frightened Scott, because he quickly looked away. “I believe you”, he said in a low voice. “I have to.”And you understood. You had to believe in yourself, too.

Part Four

In the end, you did have to bring Wong to the Avengers’ headquarters - without Scott, because Romanov and Rogers didn’t want to ‘risk anything’. At least Uber was cheap.

As soon as you identified yourself as an apprentice from Y/Co, who studied the Infinity Stones under a Master’s supervision, Wong recognized you. He asked you many things and agreed to confirm your story to the Avengers.

“Forgive me for my skepticism, sir”, Rogers said when Wong finished talking. “But I’m curious: if all Y/L/N said is true, why hasn’t any of your sorcerers come up with this idea before?”

“Because none of us had the idea of joining magic and science to do it”, Wong replied instantly. “Had Strange survived, I don’t doubt he’d have reached a similar conclusion. He and Miss Y/L/N are rather similar in that aspect.”

You were pretty sure he was praising you, so you thanked him. “If my task is done here”, he continued, “I’d like to go back to the Sanctum. I have important work to attend to.”

Rogers nodded and opened the door for Wong to leave. You offered to pay an Uber ride, but he said it wasn’t needed. When the doors closed, you turned to Rogers. “So, are you going to believe me now?”

He sighed. “I suppose so. Still, none of us have resources to create a... what you called it? A time heist. We’d need help.”

“So, we go get it”, Scott said. “Where is Tony Stark?”

The following day

Stark’s new home was a few hours away, so Romanov suggested they all got proper rest before getting on the road. You promptly agreed; you haven’t slept well since the day you boarded the plane to Los Angeles, nor eaten well for that matter.

Unfortunately, there was barely no food in the kitchen. Romanov apologized and blamed herself; she had postponed grocery shopping for quite some time now. “You can order something, though.”

“Maybe, if I knew how to. Or where to. I have no idea how delivery works here.”

She frowned. “Just like in any other city.”

“Yeah, any other American city. I’m from Y/Co, I’ve never even used dollars before this week.”

The former assassin raised her eyebrows. “Oh, you’re not from US. Well, neither am I, but I’ve learned how to order food online. What do you want?”

Eventually Rogers and Scott showed up hungry as well, so you ordered two big pizzas. While they waited, Romanov asked you about your life. You told her (and technically the men too) about your former job as a doctor, your deceased family and friends, and some of your journey to get what you were now. At one point, after the pizzas arrived, Rogers started asking about Y/Co, and you animatedly gave him details, glad to change the subject.

You wanted to ask them about their lives too, but refrained yourself. They were only asking so they could judge your character, not to make friends with you. At least, that’s what you believed.

You slept on where used to be Scarlet Witch’s room. There were few of her personal belongings, since she had taken most with her upon running away. Honestly, the lack of decoration was comforting; you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep well in among the reminders of a ghost.

Rogers took Scott’s van to the road, due to the machine inside. The ride was mostly silent, despite Scott’s attempts at conversation. You were all tense; Tony Stark was your best shot at putting your plan in motion.

You arrived in a big wood house in the middle of a small forest. Rich people, you briefly thought as you got out of the van and followed Rogers and Romanov to the house.

You recognized Stark from the news as you got closer. His hair was partially dyed blonde, and he was playing with a little girl. You smiled a little; you had read somewhere about his daughter Morgan Stark, and there she was.

Stark raised his head and made little attempt to hide his surprise. “Hello guys”, he said. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“We need your help, Tony”, Rogers said matter-of-factly.

Stark sighed and asked for his daughter to go inside. Then he stood up to face them - or rather, Captain. “Of course you do”, he said. “With what? And who are those?” He glanced at Scott, but set his eyes on you.

“You may not remember me”, Scott said, “I’m Ant-Man. I was on Cap’s side-”

“-On Germany. Yeah, I remember you now. Thought you were dead. And you?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Mr. Stark.”

“She’s kind of the reason we’re here”, Romanov added. Stark frowned and gestured for them to sit down.

A two-hour explanation later

At that point, they were all in the living room. Pepper Potts had joined them after letting Morgan play in her bedroom.

“I know it sounds crazy and impossible and surreal”, you said at the end. “And it’s probably a poorly written movie plot somewhere. But this... this is a real change. To bring everyone back. Half the freaking universe. Just... please, Mr. Stark. Give it some thought.”

You felt tears threatening to fall, and then a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Romanov looking softly at you. Behind her, Rogers had a soft look of his own.

Then you turned back to Stark, who sighed. “Look, there is a lot at stake here. I’m well aware of what we lost, but Morgan is not the only child born after the Decimation. Even though you are telling me time travel only creates alternate timelines, there is no telling nothing will truly change here. Are those children’s lives worth the risk?”

You took a breath. “Honestly, I haven’t thought of that, because in my mind they wouldn’t be at any risk. At all. If we play our cards right, people will only notice we did something when people start to come back.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that, we go back in time, get the Stones, come back to same moment we left here, make our wish and voila! Everyone comes back. Your daughter wouldn’t even notice you were gone. No one would.”

A brief silence. “I need time. Not to think whether I’ll do it or not. But we have to find a safe way to travel back in time. We don’t even know if we’ll make it alive. Scott has survived, yes, but we don’t know if we can reproduce it.”

“Actually”, Scott interrupted, “it is possible. I wasn’t the first one to get stuck in the Quantum Realm.” He briefly told them about Janet Van Dyne, who also seemed to have been unable to tell how much time has passed.

“This Quantum Realm sounds like Narnia or something”, you mumbled, but Stark heard you.

“Exactly, Y/N. That’s why we need to make our safety top priority. Only then we map our strategy. I won’t risk anyone’s lives.”

Rogers nodded. “Fair enough. How much time do you need? Do you need any help?”

“A month. Scott’s van has the machine that took him to the Quantum Realm, right? It’s gonna be useful. Don’t worry, I’ll get you a car to drive back to New York. Also, Scott’s experience on the machine will be useful, so I’d ask you to stay around. Do any of you know how to get in touch with Banner? He’d be a great help in this. Also, Nebula and the Raccoon. Is there any way to contact them?”

“The Raccoon?”, you mumbled. Scott look equally bewildered. Romanov, however, was unreadable.

“I get in touch with all of them on a weekly basis. It’ll take a while for them to get here, but it’s manageable. Anything else, anyone else?”

“I’d say our quasi-sorcerer over here, but honestly, Y/N, you look a little sick. I’d suggest you all to use the following month to gather as many allies as possible and get some training done. We don’t know what we’ll find in this time travel thing. We all need to be prepared.”

You looked down at yourself. While you couldn’t notice anything alarming, Stark wasn’t wrong. In the year you spent at Y/Ci’s Sanctum, you did little exercise and ate only the strictly necessary to avoid hunger from distracting you.

Stark stood up to bid them goodbye, but suddenly the little girl ran downstairs. “Daddy, Daddy! Who are these people? Are they your friends?”

She saw you and ran to you. “You seem nice”, she said. “Are you nice?”

Giggling, you opened your arms in invitation. She climbed to your lap. “I don’t know, you tell me! By the way, what’s your name, little one?”

The girl beamed. “I’m Morgan! Are you Daddy and Mommy’s friends?”

You looked around the room. Potts just nodded and gestured for you to keep going. “Yes, we are. Why do you wanna know that, Morgan?”

“Because Daddy and Mommy’s friends are my friends too! Do you wanna play?”

Your face showed genuine sadness. Poor girl probably didn’t have many friends around to play with, given the secluded place she lived in. “Oh Morgan, we’d love to, but we have to get going. It’s a long way to New York.”

Morgan asked to be taken along, because she wants to visit New York so much, but Scott managed to get her attention. Potts thanked everyone, and especially you, for giving them hope, and led them to the garage. 

“You are good with kids, huh”, Rogers commented as you followed Potts. You shook your head.

“Don’t let that moment fool you, Captain. I’m actually a disaster.”

He let out a small laugh, but didn’t reply as they arrived at the garage. “Tony loves cars”, she explained. “It’s a rich men thing. Pick whichever you like.” They left the choice up to Rogers, the driver. The first sentence said on the car after they left the house was spoken by Romanov: “I honestly thought this was going to be way harder.”

You wanted to say it was easy for her to say that when it was you who spent two hours straight talking, with only a couple intermissions from Scott, but you kept your mouth shut. The Avengers knew each other for a decade; the woman could be talking about something else entirely.

“Now what?”, you asked instead.

“I’ll contact all of our allies, as Tony told us to do”, she replied. “Despite the Decimation, we have quite a number of them. Meanwhile, Steve will train you.”

You could almost feel Rogers’ question as he briefly turned to his teammate, but he said nothing on the subject. Soon you arrived back at the Avengers headquarters.

“You heard her”, Rogers said at your side as you got in the building. “Training time. But first, let’s get you in shape. You do look a little sick.”

Next

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I decided to dedicate a part exclusively to training month, so we can have more detailed moments between the two of them. So, part 5 will feature training and recruiting. We’ll see the remaining Avengers coming together to save the universe!

Part 6 will feature major changes in Endgame canon. I want the Reader’s presence to actually change the course of events, not just Steve’s storyline. So be prepared!

Taglist (open!): @autobotgirl15-blog​ @starstrucknature @cheeseburgersstuff​ @aamzter2013

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #captain america #captain america x you #captain america x reader #marvel cinematic universe #scott lang #natasha romanoff #tony stark #pepper potts #morgan stark #avengers: endgame

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Marvel Masterlist

Anything and everything marvel related is right here

For a full story from AOU to Endgame, check out my series Bad Wolf right here!!!! 

AVENGERS:

Bucky:

Winter’s child

Little ray of sunshine

A Brother’s promise: 1 2

I know what you’re going through

Bella Notte

Your best chance: 1 2

A lost stray: 1 2

Recovery Romance

Daddy keeps away bad things

My first Avengers Christmas

We are the same

No boys till you’re 30

So muck like my sister

Music power

Never break an oath

Loki:

Little Star sweeper 2

My Night fury

A God’s pupil

Family reunion

Child of Ragnarok

You are mine, mine to me: 1 2

Prayers answered

A God’s care

My daughter, the trickster

Steve:

I will always love you baby girl

Standing up for the little guy

A dragon’s loyalty

Thor:

Brother and sister bonding time

All we have

Natasha:

Mama Black widow

Clint Barton:

Teasing love

Procrastination or Progression?

I believe in you

Tony Stark:

I’ll always support you no matter what

You love him more than me

All Avengers:

Operation: Kill depression

Never mess with our Lilly

A new family

Holiday handicap

Peter Parker:

A Magical Christmas   *Tom Holland*

Ice Queen sister   *Tom Holland*

Welcome to the Parkers’   *Tom Holland*

My twin brother is Spiderman?!  *Tom Holland*

Tricks at bath time *Tom Holland*

Learning from vengeance    *ANDREW GARFIELD*

Maximoff Twins Pietro and Wanda:

Nightmare tradition

Hey brother

WANDA X VISION:

We’ll make it work

Staying in Paradise

T’CHALLA/BLACK PANTHER:

My Little Panther

Panther Princess

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Nightmare Paradise

A different kind of education

You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole

ANTMAN/SCOTT LANG

I can help protect you

Hide and seek champion ft. Hope van Dyne

YELENA BELOVA:

I’m the cool aunt

X-MEN: *NO LONGER ACCEPTING FICS FOR THIS FANDOM*

Charles Xavier (young):

Father-daughter rebellion

Why a daughter needs her father

Peter Maximoff:

Prank gone wrong

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY:

Peter Quill:

Ooh Child

Boyfriend dilemma

Like father, like daughter

Daddy’s little girl

Drawing chaos

Brain tumor HC

Family matters

Gamora:

Mama Guardian

Rocket Raccoon:

Operation; Prank Quill

I will always come back

You break her heart, I break you

One thing can save the world *NOT A READER INSERT*

Stubborn Love

Guardian’s celebration

Drabble #1

Our first Thankgiving

Ravager escape

I just can’t lose you

Died a true guardian

Gamer’s rage

Best support friend

All GOTG:

Guardians and a baby

Welcome to the Guardians, kid

DAREDEVIL:

Matt Murdock:

Guardian Devil   part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5.1  5.2

People like us

Hide and seek

Wedding blues and memories ft. little brother Peter Parker

Balancing a double life

Guardian angel

CELEBRITIES:

Sebastian Stan:

You’re not a freak, you’re my daughter

My secret girl

Sleepover comfort

Chris Evans:

Meeting the Avengers family

Tom Holland:

Love for a princess

Best Christmas of all

Falling for you

#marvel masterlist #mirkwoodshewolf masterlist #marvel #Marvel MCU #MCU FANDOM #avengers #x-men #guardians of the galaxy

[moonlit-imagines]

Scott Lang Masterlist

(Updated Immediately)

Gif Imagines

Early V-Day - Scott Lang x reader

Scott and reader celebrate Valentine’s Day early.

Ice Skating - Scott Lang x reader

Scott holds readers hand as they ice skate together.

Jealous Sibling - Scott Lang x reader

Reader gets jealous when their father, Scott, starts spending more time with Cassie.

Mistletoe - Scott Lang x reader

Scott catches reader under the mistletoe.

Headcanons

Hank’s Grandchild - Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Reader is Hope and Scott’s child, who takes after Hank very noticeably.

Drabbles + Oneshots

Never Tear Us Apart - Scott Lang x reader

Scott gives reader dinner and a drum show while under quarantine. (Never Tear Us Apart - INXS)

Shenanigans - Scott Lang x daughter!reader

Scott and his daughters, reader and Cassie, have a fun day in while he’s under house arrest.

Series

Road Trip (1) (2) - Scott Lang x reader

Reader and Scott meet when working together for Dr. Pym and soon fall in love. Times get hard and when Scott comes back from his long disappearance, the two decide to take action, and a road trip.

#scott lang #ant man #masterlist

[oopsitsstella]

Dragonfly (Prologue)

Shuri x Reader, Hope Van Dyne x Daughter! Reader

Fandom: The Avengers

Dragonfly Masterlist

October 2015, San Francisco

It was a sunny October afternoon in San Francisco when Y/N stumbled upon Shuri’s Instagram account.

She was sitting in her bedroom, phone in hand, scrolling through her explore page on Instagram, when she found a post that caught her eye. It showed what appeared to be a pair of shoes. The inner workings of one of them, the other standing beside it.

Completely sound absorbent. I call them sneakers

Y/N couldn’t help but grin at the caption.

‘That’s cute’ She thought, clicking on the comment button.

Clever, I like it. That’s fun.

She then left that post specifically and clicked into the account itself, the username simply being ‘shuri’, and the profile picture showing a girl who looked to be about Y/N’s age, with dark brown skin and braided hair, up in a large bun atop her head.

The account had copious amounts of images of various tech. Weapons, suits and other such things, all of which impressed Y/N immensely. After scrolling through and looking at multiple pictures, Y/N decided to click the follow button.

She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but that comment would go on to change her life.

#shuri x reader #hope van dyne x daughter! reader #the wasp x daughter! reader #shuri imagine #hope van dyne imagine #the wasp imagine #avengers x reader

[darlingmyheartisyours]

Winter's tide -

Steve Rogers x reader AU

Summary:

You are the niece of Lord Pym, and the cousin of Hope Van Dyne, his daughter. One wintry night, they leave for the house of her betrothed, and you are left alone with only your servants for company.

But something darker than that cold night lurks in the shadows, seeking you out. It is only when you meet the enigmatic Steve Rogers that you realise how little you really know about your family and the outside world.

#steve x reader #steve rogers fluff #avengers

[xialing-gf]

a complete list of marvel headcanons!

loki x reader:

frost giant cuddles

asexual reader

revealing your relationship

fear of flight

height difference

tall reader

tony stark x reader:

taking care of you on your period

suit for you!

concert

bucky x reader:

truth or dare

secret relationship + reveal

thor x reader:

revealing your relationship

tony stark and hope van dyne pretending to date to annoy dads lol

stephen strange x reader:

studying together

peter parker x reader:

(loki’s daughter) loki finding out about their relationship

(stark reader) christmas

(stark reader) kissing tutorial

GOD BLESS AMERICA

starmora:

waterpark

baking

cuddles

pepperony:

Christmas

~ interested in peter parker x reader full fics? click here! 

for my entire marvel fics collection, click here!

#sammasterlists #marvel #thor x reader #thor odinson #thor #mcu #marvel headcanons #masterlist #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky #steve rogers #tony stark x reader #iron man #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #thors daughter #peter parker x reader #peter parker #Spider-Man #pepperony #tony stark x pepper potts #starmora #starlord x gamora #gamora