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witchthewriter · 6 months
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𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
a/n: nsfw included
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
INFJ
Slytherin
Chaotic Neutral > Good
Gemini Sun, Leo Moon, Cancer Rising
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
・Loki loves you no matter what size you are or how you look on the outside
・Even though your insecurities are valid, it doesn’t mean Loki sees them as such. They know how much your thoughts affect you. So they do the best they can, to make you feel comfortable in your own skin
・In different cultures beauty is recognised differently.
・What is known as "beautiful" on Earth, isn't the same everywhere else (hell, even different countries have a different view on beauty).
・And with Loki who has seen many things over the course of his life, what he deems as attractive is different to what others may.
・So when he saw you, he thought you were one of the most beautiful people in the universe.
・You didn't believe him at first, when he gave you compliments here and there. After all, he was evil in your eyes.
・You thought he was making fun of you, trying to manipulate you. It's just what you automatically thought - as you it's what you were told.
・Time had changed him, experiences and circumstances turned him from self-centred to compassionate.
・And so you were shocked when you overheard him defend you one afternoon
・You didn't believe in soulmates, it didn't make sense to have one perfect person
・But you felt it. That pull towards him, like a tether, or a piece of string.
・No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, you couldn't stop the gut feeling of needing to be around him
・Your relationship slowly started to turn when he asked about your interests
・And when you found something in common, you spent so much time together.
・One night, after spending all day together, he said something that solidified your relationship as a romantic one
"Y/n, I don't think I could live this life without you. But if this is all I get, this time we have spent together -then I am glad to have it." His voice wavered, and he whispered, "I would die a happy man."
𝑹𝒆𝒍���𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
What We Thought Was Hate Was Actually Just Deep-Seeded Love
Beauty and the Beast
Soulmates
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Enemies to Lovers
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
The Crown of Jaehaerys by Ramin Djawadi
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𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it. 
・Loves when you sit on his face. Just having your whole weight smothering him, surrounding him... the thought turns him on, on the spot
・A lot of the time it's Loki initiating intimacy. There's an insatiable need that he has for you.
・When you become comfortable in the relationship, Loki would open up about his fantasies.
・His biggest ones are actually very different. He still has a deep desire to be in charge; to sit on a throne and be worshipped
・And then his other is to be the worshipper, to be on his knees and told what to do
・Loves having his hair pulled. The feeling of fingers grabbing at his scalp, forcing him to look into your eyes.
・He needs to hear your moans, especially when it's his name
・Loki is ... quite a few years older than you. Which means he has a lot of experience. During those years, Loki was constantly trying to find the right person, but he soon found out that they didn't exist. Until he met you. Now everyone else is forgettable
・Intimate moments always have an element of playfulness. Loki's smirk is never too far away
・Loki also likes eating ass and having his ass ... ate
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ravenromanova · 7 months
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Raven Romanova’s master list
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Hi love bugs! Here is the masterlist of all my stories!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3
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lilithizhere · 10 months
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ROR(gods) with a human s/o with scarlet witch or rimuru abilities please
Can you also add when they fight its fine if you don't want to
OK I got it! 👍 I'm gonna do Scarlet Witch powers
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Thor was surprised to see that you a human has powers.
He found you interesting but still wanted a fair fight.
You and him fought and fought the anticipation was very thick in the audience because they wanted to know who would win.
You threw Thor a few times with your witch powers and he sent you flying with his hammer but neither of you gave up.
You both ended getting knocked out.
You woke up in the infirmary and saw a teddy bear with a letter with it and you read it and turns out it was from Thor.
He wanted to get to know you and wanted to spar with you.
He won't admit it for a while but he liked how strong you are and how nice you are.
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Shiva was confident in his ability to defeat you, but when he saw how powerful you where he kinda sweat a bit.
When you and him where fighting you used telekinesis on him a lot.
You would hold him in the air and then throw him on the ground or at a wall.
His Wives where cheering for you and he was like "Seriously?" Your supposed to be cheering for me!
He liked that you were strong and fast.
You ended up passing out from over using your abilities a lot. He also fell on the ground in exhaustion and the match was a tie.
When you woke up you were surrounded by his wives who were pestering you.
They liked you and how smart and strong you are.
Shiva liked that too but he also liked your kind heart.
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Loki thought you were cool and liked to tease you
He liked to try and scare you.
When you two fought each other you won when he passed out from you throwing him around like a rag doll.
You knew he was okay when he stared to flirt with you in the infirmary.
You slapped him in his face.
Thor chuckled when he saw that.
Loki found it cool having a human significant other that has powers.
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marvelouttakes · 7 months
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revwatts · 15 days
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I was thinking about a marvel and Harry Potter crossover. I mean not exactly but yes. That. Like where the characters are from Marvel but the whole universe is the wizarding world from HP books. I like the thought of that. Idk why?
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The Witch and The Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
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(Credits to GIF owner)
A/N 1: Hey guys! This has been in my drafts for so long. Although it's only 2.1k words, there is so much going on in this story, so I basically thinking about making this a serie. But instead of a complete serie, I'm thinking something like a sitcom. Like it's a world that you are the main character but every part will have a different adventure, I hope I'm clear lmao let me know what you think please!!
A/N 2: These events happen between Civil War and Ragnarok. They pretty much happen at the same time but I changed it a little so it could fit what's in my mind! So basically Ragnarok will happen later after this story. Okay? Okay!
A/N 3: Please bare with my grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!
WC: 2.1k+
Warnings: Mention of trigger words, Bucky being depressed, mention of HYDRA, let me know if I missed any!!
Bucky and Steve landed in Wakanda, relieved to be in a safe haven after their harrowing escape from the US government. Steve had told Bucky that he had a friend in Wakanda who could help him get back on his feet, and now it was time to make good on that promise.
Even though, Shuri ensured them they can help him, it was obvious it was going to take a lot of time. Meanwhile he would need to be put in cryo. Steve didn't want that. He didn't want to see Bucky suffer any more longer.
"No other way? Are you sure about that?" Steve asked Shuri.
Shuri knew Steve was worried about his friend. "I'm sorry Captain Rogers, I'm afraid I can't work as fast as I can with a fully functional brain. It needs to be calm so I don't do any mistake."
While Steve considered his options, Bucky was trying to convince himself everything would be okay. It was not HYDRA, he was in Wakanda and after he was put in cryo, he would wake up as a different man.
"I don't trust myself Steve," he said with a broken tone. "If it's the only way, I accept what it requires."
Steve knew that look. He wasn't sure so he didn't just want to accept and then it hit him. "What if I said I know a friend who could actually help us? She is a powerful witch and extremely experienced. I'm sure she would accept to help you," Steve said, hoping he would accept.
"Why would she want to help me?" Bucky asked, sounding even more hopeless.
"You'll understand when you see her."
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You, Y/N Odinsdottir Heladottir, were one of the strongest witch in nine realms. You didn't have a father. Your mother Hela, created you from the souls that Asgard lost during battles and Yggdrasil gave you life. You became the goddess of reality. Your powers were raw and unlimited, that's why Hela wanted to train you as fast as possible so you could be a strong warrior among her side for the throne. After Odin banished Hela from Asgard, he took you as his own daughter and Frigga announced you to Thor and Loki as their sister.
Loki adored you immediately. He knew you were special and promised himself, he would do anything to protect this little angel that is his new sister. He could feel your magic. He made a mentally note to train you when you grow up.
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"I think, she is the goddess of reality, which I don't know what it means, but she was trained to read and control minds. I don't exactly know the limit of her powers but she is a strong one Buck," Steve said hoping he would calm down a little.
"You said she can read minds, I don't want a stranger to see horrible things I've done. What if she saw them and refuse to help me?" Bucky said panicking. He had a chance to get rid of his past but the thought of being rejected made him anxious more than he already was.
"I tell you she's not like that, don't you trust me?" Steve seemed a little heartbroken.
"Don't get me wrong, I knew we were best friends, brothers actually but I don't exactly remember those days Steve. I don't feel that kind of trust just yet," Bucky admitted and just wanted to slap himself. "Why the hell I said that, what is wrong with you? Now he won't help you," he thought.
"Just say yes and she'll be here in no time I promise. I always keep my promise, Buck."
"Okay. I-I want to meet her."
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"Look I'm not an expert on Asgard but we look like bunch of punks, Steve."
For the last 5 minutes, Steve were yelling your name to the sky, hoping you would hear and come. While he was trying, T'Challa approached to them.
"There is a woman in Shuri's lab, asking for you Captain Rogers. She said you called her," the king said, trying to hide his laugh. "She came from the sky, I thought you brought war to us," he joked.
"I would never do that your highness," Steve laughed. "Come on Buck, let's not keep her waiting, she is a little impatient."
"Is that why we have been yelling to the air last couple of minutes?"
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"Your technology is impressive comparing to the rest of the world!" you cheered when Shuri showed off her gadgets to you. You both immediately got along well. She spilled the beans about why Steve called you. You suggested to do everything together with Shuri, using your magic and her technology.
"Thank you, thank you princess Y/N. Your magic is quite killer as well," she smiled widely. "Oh, here comes the white boys!" she called.
"I feel like we always meet in extreme circumstances," Steve smiled and hugged you tightly. "How are you, Y/N?"
"I've had better days, unfortunately we lost Loki a while ago, during a war," you said trying to hide your pain.
"We didn't have great memories with him but I know you loved him, I'm sorry for your loss," he patted your back.
You looked behind him and saw a brunette overthinking about everything and a chaos in his mind. You didn't want to just invade his brain but his thoughts were extremely loud so you wanted to help him. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you offered your hand to shake which he gladly took.
"I'm Bucky," he said nervously. He was sure you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You blushed lightly and when he realised, he was sure you read his mind. That made him blush too.
There was a thick tension between you, you were sure Shuri and Steve were trying to hide their laughs but you didn't care. "Shuri told me why you needed me, so when do we start?" you cheered, looking at Bucky with big eyes.
"You want to help me?" Bucky said, his eyes filled with hope. "Yes, of course Bucky! I'll do anything I can," you offered him a warm smile. He smiled back, already feeling better.
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"You are in pain Bucky, I can feel that," you stopped with magic. Last few months have been hard on Bucky. He had to remember every single thing HYDRA had done to him and getting rid of those memories' chains. You didn't even made him remember what he had done to people but even this part were really painful to him.
"I can take it, please continue," Bucky nearly begged you. You were sure he couldn't take it anymore without going crazy so you wanted to stop a little until he feels better again.
"How about I tell you another story of my life in Asgard while you rest? I promise we'll continue then," you offered him a smile, put your hand on his shoulder to ensure him that you are here.
You've been doing this for a long time, whenever he felt overwhelmed, you stopped what you're doing and helped him relax while you told him stories about Asgard. You told him about the palace, the Valkyrie, your mom and dad, your brothers, Thor and Loki and Heimdall. He loved those stories. Every time you tell him, he learned something about you. You were so close with Loki and your mom, Frigga. Odin favoured Thor, that's why you always felt left out. From the colour you loved the most to the planet you loved to be in, he learned every little thing about you.
"That sounds good," he smiled back and laid down.
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"Loki! Look how fast I am!" You shouted at your brother while riding a horse.
"Be careful my love, you might fall." Loki watched you closely. You were his soft spot. You were sure no one would love you more than he does.
"My children, it's almost time for dinner." Frigga called you both from balcony.
"We're coming mot-" he was interrupted by your scream.
"Loki!" His eyes filled with horror when he saw you crying on the ground, holding your knee. He ran to you so fast and leaned over.
"Hey hey, shh. Calm down pumpkin it's okay. I'm here, you're fine. How did you fall?" He smoothed you.
"S-she saw a snake and scared." You hugged him tight.
"I'll pick you up now and we'll see Eir, alright?"
"O-okay"
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"And then father forbade him to see me again."
"But you didn't listen," Bucky laughed.
"Of course we didn't," you smirked.
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"I want to see my brother!" You shouted with your lungs out crying.
"Thor is already here, Y/N."
"I want Loki!" you kept crying as loud as you can. You knew if you did your mother couldn't stand it anymore.
"Enough Y/N! I said you can't see Loki, he's dangerous! He couldn't protect you!" Odin shouted. You were shocked. Tears were flowing from your eyes but no words came out of your mouth.
"That's enough! You scared her enough. I'm taking her to her chambers," Frigga said to Odin, took you in her arms and left.
It didn't matter how much she soothed you, you refused to calm down. She could see you were exhausted but resisting to sleep.
"Oh my little peach, you really want Loki, don't you?"
You nodded your head vigorously, still crying. Frigga gently brushed your hair and wiped away your tears.
"I understand how you feel, my love. You and Loki have a special bond, and it's not fair for Odin to keep you apart. But you must trust me when I say that he's doing it to protect you," she explained softly.
"But why does he think Loki is dangerous?" you asked, sniffling.
"Your father has his reasons, but I believe that Loki is not the monster that Odin sees him as. He's your brother, and he loves you very much. I promise you, we will find a way to make things right."
Frigga held you close until you finally fell asleep. The next day, she called for Thor and told him to bring Loki to her chambers. When he arrived, she sat Loki down and spoke to him.
"My son, I know how much you love each other with your sister, and I can no longer stand to see you separated like this. Y/N is heartbroken without you, and I think it's time that you to understand the gravity of the situation," Frigga said, looking at him sternly.
"Odin believes that you are dangerous, and he's afraid that you might harm Y/N. But I know that you would never hurt your sister. However, you must promise me that you'll never put her in harm's way. Do you understand?"
Loki nodded solemnly, "I would never hurt her, mother. Ever," he felt offended a little. Frigga smiled at him.
"Good. Now go and make up for lost time, and be sure to never let anyone come between your bond as siblings."
You ran towards Loki as soon as he stood up, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. Loki smiled down at you, and you knew that everything was going to be alright.
"No one is strong enough to break our bond, my little princess."
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"You really liked Loki then," Bucky asked, feeling a little jealous but covering it with a smile. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, Loki was your brother after all. But he kind of wanted that bond with you, maybe even more. He wanted to keep you on his side, protect you at any cost. Even though he knew, you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, even more than he can but it didn't matter to him.
"You don't have to be jealous Bucky," you laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to read your mind, it's just, you were thinking too loud and I thought there was a chaos going on in your mind," you said blushing.
"It's okay and I-uh," he sighed, trying to collect his words. "I just like to spend time with you, I mean you are so good to me and you know I- I would like to spend more time with you, other than just you helping me with this trigger words. You know, ma-maybe we could go to beach and watch sunset like that," he couldn't believe himself and how he couldn't just shut up. He looked away, he didn't want to see rejection in your eyes.
"I think that would be lovely, maybe you'll tell me your stories in 40's? I shouldn't be the only story teller, should I?" you grinned cheek to cheek. Seeing him relaxed after your answer made you even more happier. "But first, let's get through with this session, shall we?"
"We shall, doll."
A/N: Like and reblogs are appreciated! Let me know if you want more of this series!
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skyalent · 5 months
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Witches Can Be Good | Supernatural x Scarlet Witch! Reader - Part 1
This is intended to be a short story/one shot. I wrote this when I had a sudden idea of a crossover between Supernatural and the Scarlet Witch. Also available on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
This inspired by a tumblr post: The Sweet Old Lady is a Witch by Thera. I really love her Wanda/Y/n OC and the story! Here's her story: https://thera-daydreams.tumblr.com/post/658041636626022400/
Supernatural x Scarlet Witch! Reader
I do not own Marvel or Supernatural.
Part 1 (You are here) *~* Part 2 *~* Part 3 *~* Part 4???
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Part 1: Into the World of Supernatural
Wanda was done and tired.
After going through the multiverse with Dr. Strange and Loki, after Westview, after sacrificing everything over and over and over again Wanda was done and tired.
She looked tiredly towards the two friends that had grown on her. The two friends that had become brothers to her. Sensing her stare they turned to her, silence questioning in their eyes as she smiled tiredly at them.
"I think I'm done."
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"... you're done...?" Dr. Strange repeated, not fully understanding what Wanda was implying.
"I'm tired, Stephen. I want to relax, sit down for a while... maybe watch the flowers grow."
Loki looked at her with a contemplative look before nodding, "Where will you go?"
"Anywhere but here." Wanda automatically responded, "I don't care if there's heroes there or anything really. As long as the world is somewhat normal and similar and they leave me alone, anywhere is fine."
Both Strange and Loki looked at each other before carefully taking Wanda's hands in theirs, a gesture that they had come up with to comfort each other. They had all gotten close together after all they had went through.
"We'll call you if we need you." Strange commented.
"And we'll keep in touch." Loki added, elbowing Strange who lightly glared back at him, "We won't bother you too often. Go live your 'normal' life."
"You deserve it." Strange tried to redeem himself, gaining a small grin from Wanda. "Just try not to cause any trouble. Or rather, trouble we'll have to intercept in." Loki elbowed him again.
"I'll try my best." Wanda only smiled, squeezing her hands that held theirs before letting go. "I better get going now."
"See you around Wanda."
"I think a fresh start needs a new name, doesn't it?" Strange said suddenly.
"Strange I think that's the first good idea I've heard come from your mouth." Loki scoffed, grinning as Strange looked at him offended. "I've always been partial to the name Y/n."
"Y/n L/n it is." Strange proudly smiled ignoring the look Loki gave him as he looked at Wanda- at Y/n.
"Really? L/n?"
"I think it sounds nice, Loki." Y/n reassured the god. At those words he automatically changed his mind.
"Yes, Y/n L/n surely fits you."
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Y/n sighed as she finally finished conjuring up all of the new items for her new home. She had already put a spell around it, ensuring that those who entered her new home would feel safe, warm, and comfortable. She wanted the exact opposite of Westview. She carefully hid the runes, making them small and they camouflaged well with the decorative wallpaper.
She had bought a small store, her home right above it. The store, Y/n decided, was going to sell things that she took comfort in. Books, plants, and a couple assorted goods if she felt like baking in the kitchen. There was even a section for artists to paint and for others to just sit in the bean bags and relax or read a good book.
Speaking of books, the town she moved into was awfully generous. After hearing she was going to open a bookstore, the resident librarian, who was an old, dying man, came up to her. He loved his books as if they were his own children. But his grandchildren didn't want to take over the library and he didn't want to see all of his books get tossed away.
And so, the old man generously gave Y/n most of the books from his library. He kept some and donated the rest to charity. Y/n's little shop was going well. Y/n didn't mind much about the slow business, she just wanted to relax and take in every moment. Something that she never would have done before.
But as each day passed, Y/n couldn't help herself but to find out the secret of this world. The supernatural existed.
It didn't come as much of a shock for Y/n, considering she was partly supernatural, but to hear the benevolent spirits and ghosts gossiping about ghosts who had fallen into rage and anger confused her. It baffled her so much to hear about ghosts actually having the ability to kill people, so she separated ghosts into two categories.
Astral ghosts. Ghosts of the dead who wandered in the astral plane, patiently waiting for something to occur before accepting their death. These were the ghosts that never went angry or fell into a random rage. Like the poor old librarian. He was waiting for his grandchildren to visit either his grave, the shut down library, or Y/n's bookstore before passing on. In the meantime, he continued his daily routines as if he were alive.
Then there were the angry ghosts. Not a very original name, Y/n knew, but it was simple enough for her to understand. They were the ghosts that fell into darkness and killed others, overwhelmed with rage to even see reason.
She didn't worry much about those ghosts, because the ones that were in her small town were given free therapy by her, and easily lost their anger and passed on to the afterlife with the reaper guiding them.
The other supernatural things? Y/n read up on them with the books given to her in the library, but other than that, she didn't care about them. If they were to ever show up at her town, she would make sure to deal with it so that everyone would be safe. But as she settled in and let her guard down for the next couple months, a little shapeshifter decided that her small town would be the perfect place to stir some trouble.
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"I'm Agent Adam Clayton, and this is my partner Agent Larry Mullen. We're with the FBI. We'd like to ask you a couple questions about a couple customers you've had."
Y/n stared wearily at the two men who had entered her shop. Just by reading their minds she could tell their names were false, especially since they were the same names as the band members from U2. However, she didn't comment on it, considering they were partially telling the truth about asking questions of her customers.
"What have my customers done to get attention from the FBI?" Y/n asked curiously, although she continuously kept reading their minds for answers.
"Just a couple of them have gone missing ma'am. We're hoping you could give us any clues as to where they've gone."
Getting enough answers from reading the tall one's mind (he thought a lot and his thoughts were practically screaming at her) she nodded at them. Hunters that hunt and kill the supernatural? Y/n guessed they were the hero equivalent in this world. The only question left would be if they would kill her if they found out she was also a 'witch.' "So, which customers?"
"Robert Dunn, Todd Alexander, and Philip Navarro." the shorter one answered her. They watched her as she continued to walk around her shop, watering her plants.
Y/n took her time to recall them, "Well, the three of them were all from out of town. We've never had that many visitors before so it was easy to remember them. They all liked to talk too." Y/n frowned at the thought of those conversations she had with them. But now that she actually thought about it, the thoughts of the 3 customers were somewhat similar.
The taller one, catching Y/n's frown, continued to question her. "What did they talk about?"
"You know, simple 'What's your name?' or 'Could I get your number?' They were all particularly flirty."
"So would you say no if I asked for your number?" 'Adam Clayton' couldn't help but comment, getting elbowed by 'Larry Mullen.' Wow, these boys really reminded Y/n of Stephen and Loki.
"I'd tell you the same response I told those men. I'm not interested in a relationship right now. Taking a break from that." Y/n handed 'Adam' a yellow tulip. At the questioning look, Y/n answered him, "So you don't feel too bad. Yellow tulips mean joy and a whole lot of other things."
"Do you give every man you reject a yellow tulip?" 'Adam' pouted causing Y/n to grin slightly.
"Well, any type of yellow flowers work. Yellow flowers in general symbolize spreading happiness and joy."
"Sorry- about the men? What happened after that?" 'Larry' steered them back on track.
"Oh, they all left the store looking somewhat upset but also giddy. Philip said he'd be back to try again though he hasn't been back in a week already."
'Larry' nodded, seemingly getting all the information he wanted and thanking Y/n politely before taking 'Adam' with him to stop him from flirting any further with Y/n.
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"So the only connection right now is Y/n, but why?" Sam questioned, going through a book he had borrowed at Y/n's store earlier.
"She's a hot chick. Who wouldn't go and take a chance to ask her out?" Dean replied, happily munching on a burger as he sat on the couch of their motel room.
"You think she's the one who's been killing them?" Sam asked, "It's a possibility."
"Remember what Philip told her?" Dean reminded Sam, "He'd be back to try again. Pretty creepy if you ask me."
"So a shapeshifter?"
"Bingo!"
"That seems a little far fetched, Dean."
"Hey, all we gotta do is watch the chick and then we'll figure out if it's her or if it's a shapeshifter. Easy solution! Or we could get access to her security cameras."
Sam grunted as he closed the book, flopping onto his bed. "She doesn't have any. I checked. Please tell me you at least find that suspicious."
"Hey, maybe she can't afford them! Town's pretty small, her shop's pretty small, she might not get a lot of income, you know?" Dean stood up, walking to the door, "I'm gonna get a drink, wanna come?"
Sam didn't respond and Dean took that as a no, leaving for the nearest bar. He kept walking to the bar he saw close-by, but just as he turned the corner, a fist hit his face and he blacked out.
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As Dean came back into consciousness, he was greeted by the sight of Philip shedding his skin and forming into himself. Damn, he was right. It was a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter merely glanced at the tied up Dean, glaring deadly holes into him. "She's mine..!" he hissed at Dean, leaving the cold room.
Looking around the room, he saw the bodies of the other men, too late to save them. Philip however, laid unconscious on the floor. Dean could see however that the Shapeshifter had injured Philip greatly and that if he did not get any help right away, he could die. Frantically working at the ropes, Dean could only hope that Sam would get to Y/n on time. (However, Sam was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of what had happened).
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Y/n didn't think it was normal of 'Adam' to come knocking at her door, especially at the middle of the night when the store was most definitely closed. She peaked from the safety of her window, using her magic to be invisible just in case she were to be spotted.
'Adam' was filled with possessive thoughts that automatically told Y/n something was wrong. As she shuffled through 'Adam's' memories, she found that most were not there, some floating around, the most recent one being tied up in some kind of basement.
"Hey Miss Y/n...? Are you here?" a shy astral ghost of a child appeared behind her. It was a ghost Y/n had met recently a few weeks ago. At the voice, Y/n moved away from the window and reappeared. "Yes, dear?"
The child stumbled back a bit in surprise but quickly calmed down, looking at her. "Remember how I said what I wanted most was for my dad to visit my grave at least once?"
"Yes?" Y/n whispered quietly back to the child, motherly instincts taking over as she looked at the child gently.
"I changed my mind. He needs help right now. That's what I want most. For dad to live." The ghost child looked at Y/n with determination and Y/n couldn't help but answer their plea.
"Lead the way."
Sneaking out of the house via the backdoor, Y/n followed the ghost child to the other side of town, going into the forest near their town and was led to a cabin. Inside the cabin was a simple bunk bed and a large chest. Nothing inside the cabin seemed to have been used in a while. The only thing that indicated someone- something lived here was the vase filled with yellow flowers at the window sill.
"Here. He's down there." The ghost pointed at the chest, before floating through it and disappearing. Using her magic, Y/n easily pulled the chest out of the way and revealed a passageway with a ladder heading straight down into the darkness. Not seeing her ghost friend, Y/n continued heading down, deeper and deeper until she reached the floor.
It was cold down here. The lights were dim and flickered occasionally, but it was clear that it was being powered by electricity somehow. "This way, this way." The ghost child urged, pointing down the hallway.
Quickly, Y/n rushed, her footsteps echoing as she ran. As she made it to the end of the hallway she saw two corpses, an unconscious Philip and Dean who was looking at her in shock.
"So I'm guessing you're the real 'Adam'?" Y/n asked, although already knowing the answer. She went towards him, untying the ropes as fast as she could. Before Dean could suspect her or say anything Y/n continued to speak, "There was someone who looked like you at my door, but when I zoomed in with my phone to check who it was from the window, your eyes were white." Y/n lied, using the information she knew about shapeshifters to her advantage, "I'm pretty sure that's not exactly normal."
Dean grinned, "Sweetheart, there's a lot of things that aren't normal."
Picking up Philip, the two rushed out of the cabin, not willing to stay any longer to face the shapeshifter. Dean didn't have any gear, and he couldn't risk the lives of two innocent people. However, they didn't make it very far as the Dean clone confronted them in the forest, staring intensely at Y/n.
"Ma'am, back away from the shapeshifter, right now! Don't let it trick you!" the Dean clone shouted at Y/n. If Y/n couldn't read minds, she surely would have felt conflicted right now as Dean also told her,
"He's trying to trick you. Trust me, I'm the real deal. I- I know that sounds bad- but I promise. I'm a hunter. My real name is Dean."
The Dean clone took a step closer causing Y/n to turn to him. "Don't come closer. Mr. Philip needs help right now. I don't care whoever you are as long as he gets help."
Dean, taking advantage of the standstill, grabbed Y/n's hand and started to run, carrying Philip. The motel was nearby, hopefully they could make it and grab Sam's attention somehow.
But the clone was fast. Y/n's eyes narrowed as her other arm was grabbed and she decided that she's had enough. Using her magic she blasted the shapeshifter back. Dean looked at her in shock and fear, but Y/n didn't mind. Those kinds of looks weren't new to her.
"Dean you're a hunter. Do I have to kill the guy or no?" Y/n asked, snapping Dean out of it.
"You're a witch-"
"It's a yes or no question Dean." Y/n snapped, watching blankly as the shapeshifter stood up and began to approach them again, angered.
Taking a step, it jumped at Dean, causing Dean to blurt out a quick "yes!" before the shapeshifter was stopped, floating mid-jump at Dean. The shapeshifter turned to ashes in front of his eyes and Dean turned to look at Y/n with an impassive look.
"I've heard that hunters usually kill witches or anything supernatural, but please get Mr. Philip help first before you decide to kill me."
And with that, Y/n left to her small store, packing up her things in a dimensional pocket. She trusted that Dean would get Philip the help he needed. She just needed to get out of here. If she couldn't convince Dean to not kill her, she would go to another world before he could.
As she quickly finished packing up, the small ghost child appeared before her.
"Thank you for saving dad." the shy ghost looked at the ground, as if blushing from embarrassment.
"It's no problem dear. He was important to you, right? It's important to always care and look out for family." Y/n looked at the ghost kindly, recalling her own family. Reaching out her hand to hold the young ghost's, Y/n gently whispered to them. "I believe it's time for you to rest now, dear."
A reaper appeared next to them, patiently waiting.
"...Will it hurt?"
Y/n smiled at the ghost, reassuring them, "It won't. It'll feel like waking up from a dream."
The shy ghost hugged her tightly, thanking her, before taking the hand of the reaper and disappearing with it. Y/n sighed, relieved that the child was finally at peace. At least they could have the peace Y/n longed for. A gun clicked behind her head. Y/n didn't turn around.
"Explain."
From the voice, Y/n could tell it was the taller brother. 'Larry,' or Sam, had seen, or rather heard the whole interaction. From what he could tell, Y/n was talking to an invisible ghost or spirit and helped it move on to the afterlife. A much different tactic to their usual salt and burn.
"About who I am or what I just did?" Y/n asked.
"Both." Dean came in behind Sam, staring at the witch.
"Hm, well... I'm from a different universe..."
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It wasn't easy, but Sam and Dean believed her story. But even after that they didn't completely trust her, which was understandable. But at least they liked her enough to keep calling to use her books for research, to get extra information for hunts, or for Dean to just get a pie (he would never admit it but Y/n's pies were the best he's ever had).
Y/n was allowed to live in her small town, as long as she promised not to kill anyone or the brothers swore to come back to kill her. But as they kept calling her over and over again to help with more and more hunts, she found herself being invited to live in the Bunker with them.
Some days were odd.
Some days the brothers seemed like they hated her and everything witches.
But most days they enjoyed her company. They enjoyed that there was something out there that was supposed to be bad, but was actually good.
And ever so slowly they got used to her magic.
One time Dean had walked in on her using magic in the kitchen. Tools and ingredients were flying places, a bowl was stirring itself. Y/n was at the oven taste testing some sort of soup. Dean felt like he was having a Harry Potter moment. At Dean's awkward cough, Y/n jumped back slightly and lifted her head.
"Oh! Sorry, were you hungry? Um... the kitchen is kinda occupied right now, but you could have this pie!"
At her words, a pie found itself in a very happy Dean's hands. "What are you making?"
"Some miso soup. I was craving it so I decided to make it. I didn't want to go out."
"So then where'd you get this pie?"
"Oh, I had a feeling you were going to want one later, so I made it earlier!"
Touched by her kindness, Dean nodded, grateful, but he didn't want to be sappy so he happily left with his pie. Y/n chuckled to herself as she heard Dean's thoughts praising her and her pie.
Sam had come to enjoy their conversations on the supernatural. As he had found out, despite being a witch, Y/n had very basic knowledge on the supernatural world and mostly got her information from her books. So, Sam had taken it upon himself to teach Y/n about the most common and dangerous, and most importantly how to kill it.
Sam had been very careful to teach Y/n about the witch-killing spell and bullets. He had nearly freaked when Y/n went and held a bullet, observing it closely before taking it apart with her magic.
"-so these are the bullets and- WAIT NO Y/N IT'LL KILL YOU!" Sam panicked, lunging towards her as Y/n took the bullet apart. Hearing the yell, Dean came running.
"What's happening!?"
At that moment Sam crashed into the couch Y/n was sitting on as she dodged him.
Y/n chuckled, "I'm fine, this won't hurt me. You told me the ingredients, remember? When combined together, yes, they do kill witches. But they won't kill witches like me."
Y/n poked at the bullet before putting it back together and placing the bullet in the case, which Sam immediately closed and put away. "Let's not do that again. E-Even if it won't- I just, I don't want to risk it."
Seeing how much she had made Sam worry, Y/n put her hand gently on Sam's. "I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to worry you."
Sam sighed, gently clasping Y/n's hands, "It's alright... you're good. I just... don't want..."
"I know... thank you..." Y/n smiled.
"Aww, look at the two love birds~ get a room already!"
"DEAN SHUT UP!"
However there was a day that Y/n truly treasured. It was the day that both brothers finally put their complete trust in Y/n. This happened during a hunt.
They had quickly figured out it was a ghost and brought Y/n with them so they could finish up quick, but the ghost was more tricky to deal with than they had originally thought.
The ghost was a woman who had been cremated, so there were no remains they could burn. They still had to identify what object the ghost was attached to. It had moved from city to city, so it must have been an object easy to bring along.
Quite easily they could tell it was a vengeful spirit as there was a pattern going on. Mothers were the target, whether they still had kids or not didn't matter apparently. As long as you were a mother at one point (or pregnant), the ghost would come and attack. From what they could get as pretending to be the FBI, the children had seen the ghost that attacked their moms, but the description of the ghost varied from child to child. One thing stayed consistent however, the ghost never touched the kids. At times the ghost had reassured them that everything was okay, that she would take care of them.
As they researched (Sam and Y/n researched, Dean ate on the motel bed), Y/n couldn't help but feel... worried? Sympathetic?
Just from looking at the ghost's targets, Y/n could tell the ghost was a mother at one point in their lives. The ghost was like her, desperate to find and keep her family. Her children. But unlike the ghost, Y/n had learned how to grow from the pain. She had reached the acceptance part in the 5 stages of grief. Yes, she missed her husband and children, but she continued on, knowing that they would be loved and would continue to be loved.
Noticing Y/n spacing out, Dean called out to her. "Hey witchy, you doing okay?"
Y/n looked up at him, "I think I need a break. I'm gonna go for a walk. Wanna come? Sam?"
Dean leaned further into the pillows, "Nah, I'm just gonna relax here."
Sam scowled, "Or you could be helpful and come over here!" to which Dean let out another "nope!" before turning his music up even louder. Sam groaned, "I'm good Y/n, I want to keep researching."
Nodding Y/n left the motel room, taking in the fresh air as she walked.
What she didn't know was that the object the ghost was attached to was in their motel room, and Y/n had left the brothers just before chaos happened.
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Not sure if I want to keep writing this because it was just a quick thought I had. Let me know if you'd like a part 2! 
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Kids reader with Wanda?
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child m/n [look at scarlet witch, loki and sylvie warily] are you human? like actual human human? i heard a lot scary thing maybe- maybe you guys are monsters!
scarlet witch: [try not to scared m/n] of course we are darling! aren't we guys? [look at loki and sylvie hopping they don't do stupid things]
loki: [pinch m/n face] what's is human? are you a human?
sylvie: [lick her lip] can you eat them? are their delicious?
child m/n: [look at them with teary eyes and start running and screaming for his parents] mummy! daddy!
wanda: [look at them with deadpan expression] jane and your brother ask us to taking care of their child for an hour but you guys already blew it!
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A Party
"Well I'll be here when you get back, so we can shop for the gala then." I said, waving Nat goodbye as her, Sam and Steve got onto the jet for their mission.
"I mean I wouldn't think you'd be anywhere else as someone else's room is out of order." She whispered, still teasing me after I told her about the recent cockblocking incidents.
"Yeah yeah laugh it up." I grumble.
She had a giggle before she closed the jet door and left me and Bucky standing on the roof seeing them off. We hadn't gotten back to our physical relationship yet as every time things start getting heated something kills the mood.
I could kill Loki who was the latest interruption. We were at the point of no return when he burst out of the elevator claiming to have news on the attack. Said news was a dead end so really it only helped frustrate Bucky and I even more. He had slept in my room last night and set himself up on the floor. After a bit of arguing I joined him as I felt like a bad guest.
"So this gala, am I the only one who didn't know it was happening?" I asked, Bucky turned to me confused.
"I didn't know you were going on that mission." He states.
"I wasn't told it was a mission, just that there was a gala and I needed a dress. Hang on, come to think of it Nat never said she needed a dress or had to be there." I realised.
"They haven't debriefed you yet then, don't worry I've got the report on my phone in our-your room." He stammered, he looked at me innocently.
"So I guess we should go back to OUR room then? Figure this stuff out and then I can show you some more witch stuff." I said, winking at him to let him know I heard him slip up.
"I guess so." He beamed, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the stairwell with him.
I giggled to myself as I appreciated this version of him. I saw glimpses of Hydra but never this kind, he was so sweet when we were excited. He had told me last night when we returned to my room after dinner that he always wanted to see me in action. But he never wanted to make me uncomfortable. Last night we weren't really in the mood for anything more than each other's warm embrace, we were too cautious about a potential reoccurrence of the attack. Not wanting to be caught with our pants down, literally.
Once we arrived in my room he pushed the door open to reveal Loki, Thor and Wanda on my couch arguing. Their heads all turned to me in the doorway, Loki looking concerned, Thor furious and Wanda had an accusing smirk. I had a million thoughts running through my head, but Bucky's hand in mine was a calming reminder that he was there for me. Loki rushed over to us and pulled us inside before closing the door and putting a barrier spell in place, so no one could see or hear us, not even the cameras.
"We've been caught." Loki whispered to me in Jotun language.
"What happened?" I asked, in the same language, everyone looked on in confusion.
"I went and saw mother, she knows you're alive and well but understands that distance is best to know. When I came back home the witch had read my mind before I had a chance to put my wards up, she asked me if it was true and alerted Thor about what she had seen. But only those in this room know about you. I made sure of that by bringing them in here to explain." Loki explained.
I sighed to myself, sitting on the floor to take a second to gather my thoughts before I approached them. Bucky understood what I was doing and let go of my hand telling the others to give me a second, this was a sign that a panic attack was imminent but if I took the time to calm down I could be ok. After five minutes I stood up and recomposed myself before speaking.
"So you know then." I stated.
"Is it true?" Wanda asked, using her magic to silence Thor.
"Yes it's all true, assuming he told you everything." I said motioning to Loki.
"He explained to us about your parentage and why you're here, Thor is a little irrational right now because he thinks you are a threat but as I said to him before if you wanted to kill us you would've done so as we slept." Wanda rationalised, unmuting Thor.
"She has a fair point, I shouldn't have judged you so quickly sister. At least you aren't like Hela." Thor shared.
"Hela, you've met her?" I asked.
"How do you-nevermind I recall Loki saying you were taken in by mother before Loki or I were born. Yes we fought her and unfortunately she is gone." He says.
"I wouldn't be so sure about her being gone gone but that's something we can come back to if we need to. I missed you brother." I said.
"Look I know at the end that I was also on my Father's side but I've since matured and come to realise that his fear of this prophecy is for nothing. Yes I did some of my own research after Aspyn left, Loki. I contacted Hades and he said that your prophecy isn't set or completed and that rising to your full potential could be the best thing for the Gods." Thor explained, glaring at Loki for thinking he was completely one sided.
"So can I trust you both to keep this to yourselves until I'm ready to tell the rest of the team?" I pressed.
"Of course you are my sister first and foremost!" Thor exclaimed.
"Wanda?" I tentatively asked, as she had been awfully quiet.
"On one condition..." She began. "Show me everything you know about your heritage as I think that might help me find out more about my powers."
"More than happily, Wands. I would've offered anyway as I'm showing Bucky what I can do with my abilities and past. I may even be able to show you a few new tricks along the way." I suggest.
We continued talking for about half an hour before Tony called Wanda asking for her to get her brother before he starts trouble in the tower. Loki had offered to go with her but she said Tony asked Bucky to go with her as they were also getting Peter from school and he loved Bucky. Apparently Tony had decided to throw a last minute party to announce my arrival to the public and everyone was going to be there, including the other Avengers I had yet to meet. So they both left Loki, Thor and myself to reminisce about our shared childhood, or at least parts that we could recall, Loki told me he was also joining Steve's baseball team. I'm really excited about this but I still think the teams are slightly unfair and that we have the better players, I guess we will find out in a month or two.
"Have you got anything to wear to this party?" I asked them both.
They both looked at me then at each other and began laughing hysterically, I have no idea what's so funny about me asking this question but each to their own I guess.
"I'm surprised you don't know." Thor says.
"What the hell is this supposed to mean!" I exclaimed.
"Have you not looked in your wardrobe yet?" Loki asked.
"No, I haven't gotten around to unpacking all my clothes yet, especially since I can just conjure a new outfit everyday. There's really no point." I shared.
"Darling everyone is fully stocked with clothes, shoes and accessories. Even formal attire for events." Loki states.
"Oh well I guess I never really looked." I replied, shrugging my shoulders at the simplicity of the situation.
"How about I leave you two to organise an outfit and I'll go get us some coffee and lunch." Thor offers.
"Yeah, just like old times where Loki wanted to play dress up and you would do who knows what." I recall.
I sent Bucky a text letting him know what was happening and he suggested I invite Wanda and Nat to get ready with me so we could have some girl time. I loved his thought process sometimes. I agreed and he let Wanda know so she quickly got them as well as Peter and Pietro back to the compound as soon as she could. Thor had come back with lunch not long after everything was organised and we all sat down and enjoyed what Thor called pop tarts and some croissants. Loki was ultimately defeated after his quest to find me the perfect dress, he spent most of lunch complaining between mouthfuls about Tony's horrid taste in women's clothing. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked to see that Nat had replied and said as much as she would've loved to have had a girls and Loki bonding session, she was stuck on this mission and was predicting to be home just after the party starts. That's a shame as I really do like her and I would have loved the opportunity to ask her more about her Sister Yelena that she speaks so fondly of.
Time Skip
The party had started about an hour ago but we had decided to wait for Nat so we could all help her get ready with our magic, so then she wouldn't have to miss out entirely. I was on hair duties and used my magic to pull and thread her hair into waterfall braids, Loki was on dress duty and was currently changing the colour of the dress to find the right shade of red, Wanda had finished Nat's makeup a few minutes ago so she was onto accessories. After a few more colour changes we were done and nat stood before us in a floor length dark red dress with floral laces accompanying the dress.
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Wanda also wore red as it was her signature colour, her dress had draped sleeves that gave off what she called a witchy vibe. Her feet were encased in black stilettos with red bottoms, I was assured these shoes were expensive so people would appreciate them.
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Loki wore a velvet green suit jacket with a matching tie and black velvet suit pants, he wore a simple black shirt and black dress shoes but he accessoried himself with a smaller version of his royal horns. As well as a few other royal jewellery pieces to express his wealth and title.
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But since it was an event held in my honour Wanda and Loki had out done themselves when dressing me, they wanted people to know who I was simply by my presence and the fact that all eyes would be drawn to me. I wore a blue dress that was intended to replicate butterfly wings, the dress was also enchanted with an ethereal blue glow so I would look as regal as I felt. I had white heels that lace up to my knees, the ribbons were scattered with butterflies that would flutter and move with me. My hair was braided to mimic a crown and had curls cascading down my back. More blue butterflies were strategically placed throughout my hair with some baby breath flowers embedded into my braid.
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After giving ourselves a once over wanda request we take a picture together to remember the fun we had before my first official night as an Avenger, she used her magic to levitate the phone into the right place and angle it so we were all in frame before capturing the photo and sending everyone a copy. We all made our way to the cars that were waiting out front, which were taking us to a hall of some sort that had held many Avenger announcement events. We pulled up to the curb where the driver opened up the door helping us all out one by one. Loki decided to go in first so he could give us a grand entrance, which he did by magicing the doors open to reveal the three of us and a few butterflies surrounding us. The hall went silent as if everyone had been enchanted by our presence, they slowly went back to their conversations and danced as we made our way to Loki at the bottom of the stairs. Where he escorted us to the team's section, my eyes were instantly drawn to Bucky's. He was busy appreciating his view of me and the bare skin I had on display. I was so distracted by his seductive gaze that I jumped when Loki had begun to whisper into my ear.
"Don't worry I made sure he had a tie to match your dress so everyone knows who has his heart." He whispered.
I looked at him with an appreciative smile, acknowledging his acceptance for my feelings and relationship with Bucky. He winked at me before pushing me towards Bucky, I landed in his arms and turned back to find Loki was gone and Nat was talking with Bruce, Wanda was dancing with Vision.
"Well hello there." Bucky said, his voice deep and seductive. "I must say I was apprehensive about losing you all afternoon but I'll admit it was definitely worth the wait."
"You're not too bad yourself, Sarg." I replied.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself, as I intend on keeping you to myself for a while once we are finished here." He flirted.
"As long as we aren't interrupted this time, I think it can be arranged." I flirted back.
"Ok enough flirting, drinks on Tony!" Sam exclaimed, pushing between us to hand me a shot.
"Talking about interruptions..." Bucky grumbled.
"Now that you're here I can finally make my speech and this party can get really into swing." Tony announced, a woman with strawberry blonde hair holding his arm.
He forcefully made his way past us and off into the crowd leaving the woman behind.
"I'm Pepper by the way, I'm married to that asshole." She said.
"It's nice to meet you, he has mentioned you and a daughter?" I commented.
"Yes, that would be Morgan, she's our toddler, she's turning three next month." She replied.
"Hey Pepper!" Bucky greets.
"Bucky It's good to see you again, how are you?" She asked.
"Oh you know nothing out of the ordinary, just training and missions. How's Miss Morgs?" He queried, fondness for the child written on his face.
"She is excited for her birthday but still misses her Uncle Buck, so nothing new." She jokes.
"I've got a gift for her, let me know when you're at the compound next and I'll come see her." He says.
"Well we will be there tomorrow for lunch, she asked to spend a day at the compound but we talked her into just lunch. We figured it would be the best opportunity since almost everyone is there and she'll have Peter to hangout with if anything comes up." She explains, before getting distracted and excusing herself.
"So I guess you know the Starks well and Tony forgave you for his parents?" I asked.
"It took him a while but after the blip and narrowly avoiding his own death he realised that life's too short to live in the past. Plus Morgan had grown attached to me so he had no choice." Bucky Laughed.
"Do I have competition?" I joked.
"I don't know youll have to take that up with her tomorrow." He replied, a boyish smile on his face.
The night continued similarly to the last conversation, lots of laughs and new people. Throughout the night I got to meet some of the Wakandans (Shuri, T'Challa, Nakia and Okoye), they were very friendly and Shuri had lots to say about Bucky and his time with them. She seems like someone to keep close incase I ever need to embarrass Bucky. I also met Scott Lang, Hope and Cassie, they were also nice and were a cute little family unit. A few others were introduced to me briefly such as Doctor Strange, Wong, Jane (Thor's girlfriend), Valkyrie, Korg, Drax, Groot, Rocket and Peter Quill. The guardians had all split up and so only some of them could make it to Earth for the event but they all sent their greetings. It had been a long night with drinks coming from left right and centre, different people offering to buy them for me. Thank the Gods I'm no mere mortal so it didn't really impact me until Thor brought out the Asgardian mead, even Steve and Bucky were getting buzzed from only the mead. At about 4am things had started to die down and most people had left, it was only the Avengers who were staying at the compound left. The guardians and Wakandans had to leave as they both had a fair journey back to their homes.
We all sat around a large round table talking about random things and playing games such as truth or dare which ended when Bucky was dared to streak up and down the street, which he did before 'he aint no chicken'. Thankfully Pepper had paid off the paparazzi so any humiliating photos wouldn't see the light of day, except I had snuck a picture of Bucky in all his glory before his run. After he came back we all decided to head back to the compound so as to not disturb anyone or have a chance of getting photographed doing dumb shit.
When we arrived some of the team decided to call it a night, Peter had crashed in the car so Pepper decided she'd take him to his room and she would also call it a night. Sam had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room so Steve and Bucky being the mature old men they are, grabbed a sharpie and drew a moustache and some dicks on his face. It's fair enough to say it was a good night and everyone that could drink wound up worse for wear. Vision ended up moving Pietro and Wanda back to their rooms, Bruce and Nat had disappeared the second we got inside (you can assume why they were in such a hurry). Tony had wandered off to his room to find Pepper, Scott and his girls had picked a room and gone to bed. Which left Thor, Jane, Loki, Steve and Bucky, Sharon did make an appearance apparently but she got all pissy when she realised the party was in my honour. We stayed up in the living area on mine and Bucky's floor talking about everything and nothing at the same time, Thor and Jane ended up getting into a heated makeout session which grossed Loki out enough to conjure himself to sleep. Bucky and I remained in each other's arms but weren't going to start getting handsy with Steve having a front row seat, at least not tonight anyway.
As the sun had started to rise Bucky, Steve and I ended up cuddling with Bucky spooning me and me spooning Steve. It felt like an unusually comfortable sandwich between two super soldiers. I was quick to sober up listening to the boy's snores but was abruptly shocked when I felt Bucky grinding against me. I had noticed before he fell asleep that he was hard but I didn't want to say anything and make him uncomfortable. He had started to make quiet moaning noises in between muttering my name as he continued grinding, I didn't want to wake him as I know sleep is hard for him and it's often disturbed by a nightmare. I also don't know what I'd tell him, he starts to slow down with his soft thrusts and just stays against me swivelling his hips to keep the friction. When I felt his flesh hand slide up and grasp my breast and start playing with it, I was sure I was gonna have to wake him up before anybody else woke up and caught him at his most vulnerable. But then his metal hand had wiggled its way underneath me and came around to grasp my heart. I knew then that this was gonna be the hardest decision of my life as I was already dripping from his thrusting and friction against my ass. So instead of deciding to wake him up and risk waking any light sleepers I used my magic to teleport us to my bed, but now I had to bring myself to stop him as it felt wrong.
"Bucky." I whispered, his face contorting in pleasure as his dream included me screaming his name.
"Mmm Aspyn, so hot and tight." He murmured, starting his thrusts again and he began playing with my clit. Rubbing it in small, strong circles.
"Bucky..." I started, hesitating slightly as I was slowly reaching my own peak.
"Ahh yes, Doll. So good for me." He replied, eyes still closed with pleasure still written across his face, reminding me that if I don't stop this I won't be the only one making a mess in my underwear.
"Buck, you gotta wake up." I say, a little louder than before. He simply just moaned as he started getting sloppy with his thrusts, indicating he was close. "Bucky!"
I began shaking him gently and slowly got stronger until his eyes opened wide, he took a moment to wake himself up, he clenched his hands and slowly realised what they were doing in his dream and where they were on me. He looked up at me, embarrassed evident on his beautiful face, but I gave him a sultry smirk to assure him I enjoyed it and even winked for good measure. He simply rubbed his face and in his deep smooth morning voice he chuckled.
"I can't believe that the one time I have a good dream comes to fruition whilst I'm sleeping." He grumbles.
"Well I was awake for it, and I enjoyed it." I smirked.
He smirked at me, I could see the gears turning in his head, as he shifted and laid back but he placed me on his lap. He rested with his hands on the back of his head, looking at me and taking in the view. When I teleported us to our room I changed us into our usual sleepwear. Him in his boxers and me in a sexy satin nightgown, this one had a deep-v neckline. He raised his hands to place them on my hips but decided to run them down my body from my cheeks to my hips, giving my breasts an extra squeeze.
"I think I could give you a play by play of what happened if you'd like?" I ask, already knowing my answer.
"That would be so good, Doll. You're so good to me." He groans, thrusting his hips upwards.
"Mmm I wonder if you'll still fit, after all this time and I haven't had anyone close to your size." I say between moans.
"We'll make it fit, Doll." He says. "You've slept with other people?"
"Yes but none of which I enjoyed or really had a choice." I admit, swivelling my hips.
"I had no expectations but I was hoping you would've atleast gotten to enjoy it." He shares.
"I only ever had two inside me since you, one was a life or death situation with Hydra, the other I was drunk and I believe drugged, as alcohol doesn't usually have an affect on me. And he didn't care about my needs, he just took what he wanted and left me in the side alley." I said.
"I'm not mad, believe me I know you have needs, even my super soldier stamina couldn't keep up sometimes." He says, sitting up and kissing me passionately.
"Thank you but i still want you to know that they meant nothing and I tried to think of you the entire time." I replied. "But enough talk, you have a slight- I mean a large problem that I happen to have the solution for."
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A/N: so a shorter chapter this time around but its just to give us a chance to introduce some more characters and set the scene for the next chapter which will come in two parts as there will be one filled to the brim with smut, in continuation of this chapter. The second part will be about lunch and a few other things that will come up along the way.
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imagininglotsofthings · 11 months
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I have a toxic ex I broke up with almost ten years ago. Periodically he has contacted me over the years. I've told him to stop. He did it again. Not going into much more detail, it's personal.
But now I really want to read fanfciton. And you know what would be great self fulfillment and self indulgent fanfic? A young Erik Lehnsherr, or a Bucky Barnes, or Loki Odinson, or David 8, or Walter (Alien: Covenant) or TASM Peter Parker fanfic about OC or reader's ex not leaving them alone, and how Erik or Bucky or Loki or David 8 or Walter or TASM Peter Parker (oh, or Wanda Maximoff, or young Charles Xavier, even) would deal with it and what they would do. Anyone have one? Or want to write one for me? Pretty please? Let me know. Comment below. Thank you!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3
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thescentofrainonstone · 6 months
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On Loki, Joss Whedon, Spike, and The Princess and the Frog (really, there's a connection)
Season 2 of Loki is out in 16 days and the video essay on the romanticisation of abuse I've been working on for two years and planned to time with its release doesn't even have a full script.
But also evolved to understand that all heroines that are supposed to be self-inserts, from indeed Loki fanfic to actually published ones (from twilight to a discovery of witches) tend to be thought up by white people, because non white people know that you can't have something "innate" you're appreciated about, because all we have innately the system uses against us so we have to *work* at having good things to offer to the world.
And that's why of all princesses, Tiana from the princess and the frog is the only one talking about work. It's not a metaphor, it's that we know.
And I just wish I had the energy to make a beautiful enlightening 80 minutes essay to ride the coattails of the Loki character that just happened to become the panties twister he did because of the great abuser that is Joss Whedon (you mewling quim) because that's what he's always done: create characters he hopes people hate (Spike) given to accidentally good actors that fuck his expectations over... and then you have stuff like the Hall H speech of 2013 and they make their own life...
So yeah, would be interesting wouldn't it?
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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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Loki and Mobius slowly begin to overcome their trust issues while the god has to accept his new faith. Another nexus event and a strangely strong captive awakens their interest…
Warnings: language, slight violence, very light mentions of traumatic past
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Loki didn’t have a damn clue how much time must’ve passed since he was arrested by this association of pompous clowns…
In the beginning, he considered it as a macabre puppet show but Agent Mobius who took him under his wings, god knows why, opened his eyes. Since then the time at the TVA has been all about confrontations with overwhelmingly harsh realities, gaining irritating knowledge and an abstract of the frightening life he would have lived in the sacred timeline.
Loki was an emotional mess. Strong motives like anger, disappointment and grief fought a massive battle in the shadow of crushing self-awareness. He was so much better than this, wasn’t he?
Mobius turned out to be the only worthy of respect person in this wicked construction, sharing at least a grain of Loki’s wit and a slope to sarcasm. However, the god could feel that the warmth the analyst met him with, enveloped with cheeky remarks and devastating doctrines, served a higher, still unclear purpose.
"Okay, Loki. You are clever, I see" Mobius began waving with the second transponder which was connected to an electronic shackle Loki hadn’t noticed before.
The god let out a defeated sigh, lazily throwing the control panel at Hunter’s feet. She was quick to free herself from the time manipulating choker mumbling curse after curse. It was Mobius who recaptured Loki while she has been shamelessly fooled by the god of mischief she assumed to have already been pruned by now.
"Hunter, drop it. I've just tuned him cooperative" the white haired man groused about her behavior as he strode around the table Loki had taken a seat on again.
"I am a god after all. What did you expect?“ he sneered defensively crossing his arms in front of his chest as his beautiful, narrowed eyes pretended disinterest.
"Well, after this video I expected you to question certain abilities of yours" Mobius remarked smirking slightly as one arm pointed at the still of Loki’s file video. Paused when Thor did get help with his younger brother throwing him at some guards…
"Indeed very decent" Loki sighed sarcastically. However, a small grin crept up on his lightly chapped lips. He loved Thor and he missed him. Whether he liked it or not.
"Mobius?" Hunter suddenly stopped their discussion, her worried tone instantly catching the agent's attention.
Hunter B-15 was usually someone who stroke a harsh note but her now trembling voice was deeply alarming to Mobius who had worked with her for as long as he could remember. "What is it now?" he asked gesturing Loki to remain seated.
The god had begun to come to terms with the unchangeability of his current situation and his usual nosiness took over.
"The dream witch… it happened" Hunter panted, dropping the radio device as she froze for a few seconds. "Shoot! " it blurted out of the analyst who began to roam through the room doing a confused facepalm. Loki didn‘t understand a single word of what they were going nuts about but their reactions spoke volumes. It must be another… what did this annoying, orange clock call it? Nexus event
"Go and support the unit in charge. If we don’t keep her at bay things will become unpleasant" Mobius commanded running through his gray hair as he sat down opposite of Loki.
"What is all this about? Trouble in paradise?" the god mocked lazily picking nuts out of a bowl the agent had brought him. They got along quite well after some time although Mobius still had some difficulties trusting the man he saw stabbing people in the back around 50 times.
"This has stopped being a paradise when you arrived" Mobius chuckled gaining an annoyed yet slightly amused eye roll. "Now, where we’re we?" he began repetitively clicking the pen to suppress his growing nervousness but Loki’s attentive mind was quick to notice.
With a sly grin his emeralds flickered across the said moving fingers when suddenly a word in bold adorning Mobius' documents caught his attention. 'Prune' it said what was, of course against every agreement Loki had obtained by fraud.
"Wait. You promised me immunity!" Loki shot up, his palms pressed flush against the table and his eyes piercing the agent with an uncomfortable coldness in his gaze.
At the same time, hasty steps and agitated, loud voices crept through the slits of the thick door. Several 'helps's and 'stop's buzzed in Loki’s ear letting him wonder why they haven’t made such a fuss over him. As if he, god of mischief, wasn‘t more dangerous than whoever caused this commotion…
"Alright, my new main job. Are you willing to help us or does your ego prefer to be pruned?" Mobius asked shutting down the orange computer with which he had allowed Loki to watch any excerpts from his 'life'.
Of course, it wasn’t quite a selfless favor. Mobius needed the god to drop his self-important behavior and develop an understanding of how utterly important the work of the TVA was. Otherwise, the analyst himself would have put his neck on the line for Loki for nothing at all. Judge Renslayer was skeptical anyway.
"Fine. But there‘s one condition" Loki began creeping around his chair like a tiger bathing in the certain power his new position as 'advisor' brought along.
With furrowed brows and hands clasping around a notepad, Mobius awaited Loki‘s bold demand. The agent knew very well that it was more than just risky to set one variant on another but not seldom desperation is the mother of risk-taking.
"I will be working with you. Only you and additionally, you will be arranging an audience with those supercilious timekeepers" he requested with a smug grin adorning his velvety lips.
But as his eyes trailed off and found his blurry reflection in the darkened display screen, Loki thought of another thing to add. "And by the gods, get me something else to wear. A Loki has style after all" he added rolling his eyes as he tried to smoothen the beige fabric of the jumper marking him a a captive of the TV.
Suddenly, the door was torn open and two exhausted Minutemen followed by Hunter B-15 barged in panting like crazy. Mobius shot up from his chair, the color vanishing from his tired cheeks as he processed what was happening.
"You were right. She is a nexus being and her magic works to a limited extent here too" Hunter breathed, going in a squatting position and supporting herself by gripping her thighs. She looked tired and afraid as far as Loki‘s analyzing gaze determined.
Mobius just sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with eyes squeezed shut. Something strenuous must be happening at the moment what, of course, awakened Loki‘s interest. "Agent, I suppose you‘re in need of a master in close combat" Loki grinned opening his arms to stress the obvious; the haughty god was talking about himself.
"Now is no time for your woefully tries to escape, Loki. Plus it‘s not quite hand-to-hand-combat what is required. It is skilled witchcraft that we have to deal with" Mobius replied walking towards the door to see for himself.
"Delightful as always" Loki snorted but snapping back in his role immediately always in favor of his ulterior goal. "By chance I am very educated in magic" he announced following the agent and his henchmen like a matter of course. But Mobius who had studied Loki‘s countless variants for a tiring long time was not that easy to outwit. Without turning to face him, the agent warningly raised a finger before using the handy TemPad to set Loki back a few steps.
Stumbling lightly but rapidly back to his regal posture, Loki inhaled sharply still having difficulties to accept the new power distribution.
"Hunter, make sure our supervisor here keeps a low profile. If the nexus being sees him, our problem would only get bigger" Mobius ordered sarcastically stressing the word 'supervisor' what elicited amused grins from his colleagues.
"If you dare to march to a different drummer, I‘ll prune you personally" he hissed in Loki’s ear as the noises become louder and hectic Minutemen were running past them to request support.
Hunter‘s grip around Loki‘s wrist was adamantly strong as she kept him behind a corner trying to keep the intrigued god from peeking too obviously.
The picture which revealed itself to him was impressive, even for a skilled sorcerer. Strands of pink magic wove around a dozen Minutemen putting them in some kind of trance marked by eyes glowing in the same shade of pink.They stood in a circle protecting the said witch Loki couldn’t really get a glimpse of.
He could hear Mobius trying to persuade the woman to stop her defensive behavior since nobody wanted to hurt her.
Loki furrowed his brows in confusion at the fact that pruning her somehow wasn‘t under consideration. But why? The god tried to lean further around the corner but Hunter wiggling her pruning device warningly. "You know I wouldn’t hesitate" she snapped quietly, gaining an annoyed ‘tsk‘ from the raven haired man.
"Take me back, please" you begged Mobius after he signaled his colleagues to stop the senseless fighting. Even though he knew your powers weren‘t as strong as normally when in the TVA, it would be best to bring the heated escalation ladder to a standstill.
"I‘m afraid I can‘t. Miss Minutes and the judges have surely already explained what would happen if we brought you back" Mobius tried to find a calming tone.
As he heard your voice for the first time, a Jotun cold shiver ran down Loki‘s spine. Originally, he was just interested in finding out what the fuss was about in order to turn the situation in his favor but now…
Your angelic voice trembling from grief and confusion reminded him of a dream he once had. Just your voice singing a Norse folk song to him enveloping his soul in a soothing warmth. The exact same voice which was begging Mobius to let her go.
"I don‘t understad. Why wasn’t that supposed to happen? Tell me what the hell my mistake was" you demanded grabbing one of the men who was still numbed from your magic which had invaded his weak mind.
Mobius tried his best to stay calm but he couldn’t help some incoherent curses spilling from of his mouth as your gorgeous magic danced around your fingertips threatening to end the man‘s life.
"You‘re making this harder on everyone. I can‘t and won’t protect you if the judges sentence you to be pruned when one of their men dies" the analyst stated, looking in your pinkish glowing eyes intently. Sighing defeatedly, you allowed your powers to vanish and let loose of your hostage. "What am I supposed to do now?" you asked trying hard to sound collected yet your shaky voice betrayed you.
Intrigued by the backstory of the crafty witch whose powers strangely enough worked inside the TVA, Loki‘s wit was working perfectly fast. Mobius would certainly still need help with her and the more he would prove helpful the faster he would get to the damn timekeepers. So the gauntlet was thrown.
A quick, skillful twist of his arm freed him from Hunter’s grip and he regally strode around the corner. "Come back!" Hunter hissed rushing after him but Loki‘s long legs were effective.
"Don‘t fret. You‘re not the only captive of this madness" he announced as if it was a royal proclamation but the smug god fell silent as he finally laid eyes on your silhouette. Your beauty was unmatched even though traces of a battle were undeniable. Unique y/h/c hair were sprawled on a sooty knit sweater smeared with little blood stains and your jeans were torn and dirty yet giving him a perfect view of your attractive curves.
"Hey! That wasn’t the deal" Mobius yelled scratching his forehead from the sensitive background knowledge he originally didn‘t plan on telling Loki. If the stubborn god had stuck to the plan, he wouldn't have needed to know.
Now, it was too late and the agent‘s muscles tensed up in negative anticipation of what avalanche their encounter would set off.
"Hello, darling. I am- "
"Loki?" You breathed, mouth agape and hot tears filling your reddened eyes again. How the hell did Loki end up here? And why did he suddenly look so different? However, your heart skipped a beat of the thought of him saving you from all those maniacs working for the so called TVA.
Blissful emotions let your legs run towards him as several Minutemen clasped your arms and shoulders pulling you backwards. An utterly irritated look spread on Loki‘s face as his emeralds pierced you questioningly, unable to speak as he was also slowly pulled away by some men.
A painful realization invaded your brain; this man wasn‘t Loki…
The god of mischief‘s mood went from convincing self-presentation to emotional mess deeply influenced by the pain in the gorgeous witche‘s voice. Suddenly, the timekeepers and the overtake of this clown association became secondly. Loki was absolutely determined to find out more about you, the owner of the angelic voice in his dreams.
"Loki!" Mobius seethed approaching with thunderous steps as Hunter interlocked his arms behind his strong back. "What the hell was that? Is this what is meant by keeping a low profile in Asgard?"
"How does she know me?" Loki simply asked empty eyes staring at the floor while his tired mind ran riot about possible scenarios.
"God! Didn‘t you listen to my explanations?" the agent huffed walking ahead of the little group of irritated captive and nervous Minutemen leading them back to Loki‘s 'room'.
"She doesn’t know you, Loki. She knows a Loki" the gray haired man stated rubbing his neck from growing nervousness. Slowly, the god began to understand. Who was this variant? Would he ever see the woman again? Which secrets did she hide?
Norns, her gaze was captivating, her magic impressive, her looks tempting and her voice angelic.
"Remarkable. I haven’t seen you this interested since I mentioned an audience with the timekeepers" Mobius said quite amused but Loki's menacing glance made it clear that it was no time for jokes.
"If judge Renslayer unexpectedly approves my mad plan to capture this crazed variant, you’ll see each other sooner than intended" he added, nodding as a goodbye before the thick door fell shut leaving Loki alone with his wild thoughts.
"Keep me up-to-date about the future procedure with this Loki and the witch" Hunter B-15 demanded while the two made their way towards Ravonna‘s bureau. Mobius chuckled nervously, smoothening the fabric of his brown jacket.
"Either this is the best idea I’ve ever had or the end of my career. Wish me luck".
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eloquentreverie · 1 year
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Beyond Control
pairing: loki laufeyson x avenger!witch!reader
warnings: angst and fluff at the end. 
summary: after working together for several months, Loki and Y/N begin to discover that their relationship might be more than a partnership. word count: 2k+
a/n: welll. this was not planned at all. I have always wanted to write for loki but the muse never struck me enough. I’ve been struggling with writers block and I managed to break it with this little piece right here. I hope you enjoy. Please be kind as this is my first loki fic.
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When Loki joined the Avengers, he hadn’t planned on catching feelings. However, no one ever really planned on falling in love, did they? His infatuation with her started off quickly, practically the moment he laid eyes on her at the compound. It only grew more intense as their bond grew closer while on the field. It had been Tony’s idea to pair them up. 
Loki accepted the offer willingly. It was either join or be arrested, and he wasn’t going to exactly give up a chance to meet Y/N. Plus, he needed to show the whole team he could be trusted due to his suspicious past. 
Y/N was quite shocked at the news. She couldn’t believe Tony was giving him a chance like this, especially after Loki had tried to kill most of the team. 
The other Avengers were wary, even his brother, Thor. He had burned a lot of bridges, so if he decided to be his usual mischievous self, Y/N would have to handle it all on her own.
If she was being honest, though, she didn’t really mind it. She liked Loki, despite the small voice in her head that kept telling her it was a bad idea to get close to him. Even Thor had warned her, “Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but keep your guard up, little one.” He’d said, giving her a soft pat on the back and offered her a small smile.
Loki was kind, sarcastic, witty and sometimes charming, which would often catch her off guard and leave her a bit flustered at times. However, there was more to him than that. He understood what it was like to feel misunderstood, an outcast, and to feel unloved. Once Y/N joined the Avengers, she truly felt seen, like they were her family. Loki only contributed to that feeling and it was nice to have another sorcerer on the team. In some ways, he was like a mentor to her.
Loki had helped Y/N hone her skills, including how and when to strike, and had actually strengthened her abilities. Even so, she knew she would never be more powerful than him. After all, he was a Norse God and she was only a witch - a powerful witch, nonetheless. He would always be able to overpower her and, to be honest, Loki loved to remind her of that every now and then.
It wasn’t until their third mission that Loki’ had realized his true feelings for her. He certainly hadn’t planned on it, it just happened. They had been infiltrating a Hydra camp, and after all the soldiers had fallen, Y/N began to feel woozy. One second, Loki was smiling in triumph, and the next he was watching her collapse. Y/N braced herself for the rough impact of the cement, but instead, she felt his warm embrace. His brows were knitted together, his bright green eyes gazing down at hers, filled with concern. 
“Hey, hey, stay with me, Y/N! What’s wrong?” Loki urgently asked, concern reflecting in his green eyes as he glanced down at her.
“I feel…dizzy.” She managed to reply, breathing heavily.
“You think you can walk? If not, I need to carry you. We can’t stay here.”
 She shakes her head, breathing heavily. Loki slips his other arm under her knees, swooping her up in his arms. She feels as if the world is spinning and when she glances back at Loki, she sees he has two heads instead of one. 
Y/N closes her eyes and lays her head against his chest. She doesn’t want to seem weak in front of him, especially after he had warned her not to push herself too hard. But then they had been surrounded by Hydra soldiers, and the thought of Loki getting hurt or injured was too much for her to bear. 
She tried her hardest to stay awake despite the feeling of her eyelids growing heavy, her muscles sore and tightening. The last thing she heard was Loki’s voice telling her, “We’re almost there,” and the thrumming of the helicopter above their heads. Before everything went black, she caught a glimpse of him rushing her to the chopper. She then passed out, the last thing she remembered was the feeling of being strapped to a stretcher and the rough movement of the helicopter as it lifted off.
When she wakes up, she realizes that she’s in one of the bedrooms at the compound, but it doesn’t take her long to realize it’s not hers. The room has dark green and gold silk bedsheets that are rolled back, exposing the bed.
A brown wooden dresser filled with candles and ancient textbooks sits against the wall. They seem to be Asgardian, or at least related to Loki’s culture, but she can’t be sure due to the splitting headache that’s affecting her senses. She knows Loki helped her escape, but she can’t remember much else. All she knows is that they were surrounded by Hydra soldiers, and then she woke up here, in Loki’s bedroom.
As Y/N sits up, a shadowy figure appears before her. The small candles on the bedside table cast a warm light on his features as he walks over to the side of the bed. "Easy, easy," Loki says as he leans in. "How are you feeling?"
Before she can answer, a wave of pain shoots up towards her temples. She bites down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from letting out a pained cry. "Headache?" Loki asks, and she barely manages to nod.
Loki is dressed in his usual black suit, but without the jacket. Only the pressed black dress shirt sits against his chest as his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He pours some water into a glass, along with some advil and hands it to her. After she downs the medication, the pain is still present but now feels more distant and manageable.
"What were you thinking?" Loki asks with a serious tone, clearly upset. "You could have been killed."
Y/N sighs, recognizing where this conversation is headed and being well aware that she's in no mood to deal with it. "I was thinking I was saving you," she responds, already regretting the words.
Loki pauses for a moment, weighing whether or not he should continue. In the end, his heart decides for him, "How could you be so reckless?"
"Reckless?!" Y/N snaps right back, standing abruptly from the bed. She knows where this conversation is heading and doesn't particularly like it. "You may not have died, but you still could have been hurt!"
Loki arches an eyebrow at her, a slight smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "You were worried about me?" he says, clearly amused.
Y/N turns away from him, determined not to let her feelings show. "Of course I was worried about you!" she exclaims, her voice laced with frustration. "You're my partner!" But she can feel how close they are to each other, and knows that all it would take is one more step for their conversation to turn into something else entirely.
Loki can't control himself any longer. He smirks down at her, closing the gap between them until they're standing right next to each other.
"Partner, huh?" he says, his voice full of a playful yet serious tone.
"What is it that you're not telling me, little one?"
"N-nothing," Y/N stammers, her heart beating faster and faster. She can feel how close they are to each other, and knows that they're on the brink of something more. She tries to maintain her composure, lifting her chin up and shifting her weight onto her right foot.
"Oh, is that so?" Loki's grin never falters, and there's a twinkle in his bright green eyes that seems to pierce right through her soul. "Well, if you won't tell me, I guess I'll have to see for myself."
"You wouldn't!" Y/N exclaims, taking a step back. She doesn't want him to delve into her mind, to find out the secret she's been keeping from him. They both agreed that they wouldn't touch each other's thoughts unless it was a matter of life or death.
"I most certainly would," Loki replies, unbothered. But then he sees the look on Y/N's face, and his tone softens. "You've been acting strange ever since I carried you away from that camp. And you're still not telling me what's going on."
Y/N sighs, knowing that she can't keep this up forever. Maybe it's time to let him in, to divulge the secret she's been keeping from him. But for now, she can't bring herself to do it. She turns her back on him, determined to keep this secret just a little while longer. "This is ridiculous," she mutters under her breath. "You're being ridiculous."
That would definitely be a bad idea. Y/N thinks, considering the true feelings she has for Loki. He's her partner and her friend - she doesn't want to ruin their relationship. They've become so close, and she enjoys their closeness. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she says out loud, her voice shaky but determined. "I think it's time to leave. The others are probably worried about me."
Just as Y/N reaches for the doorknob, she realizes she can't open it. A chill runs down her spine as she senses Loki's energy encircled around her, locking her in. Suddenly, she's being pulled towards Loki, her feet two inches off the ground. When she looks up, she's staring right into his intense green gaze. "I wasn't finished," he says, his voice dripping with irritation.
She can feel her cheeks grow hot with anger as Loki's energy wraps itself around her, pulling her towards him. When she finally arrives in front of him, she's speechless for a moment, then her voice comes out in a whisper. "Put... put me down," she says, trying to hide her fear.
Loki smirks at her, then flickers his wrist. Instantly, Y/N is released from his grasp, landing back on the ground with a hard thud. She's not hurt, but her pride is wounded. Her heart's racing, and she can feel his touch lingering on her skin. "I think you care for me," he says, brushing away stray strands of her hair. His fingers trail gently down her cheek, and she feels herself falling for his touch.
But as strong as her feelings are for Loki, she knows it isn't right. She's torn between her heart and her mind, her desire and her duty. She shakes her head, trying to clear it. No matter how much she wants to lean into his touch, she can't. It's not right, and she knows she has to resist.
When the silence hangs in the air for another moment too long, Y/N breaks the quiet. "No, I think you care for me," she says, speaking the words with a hint of defiance. "Why didn't you just send me to the medical bay, Loki? Instead you carried me to your room. Maybe it's you... maybe you're infatuated with me."
Loki's voice drops to a whisper, a note of amusement in his tone. "That's an interesting theory, love. Would you like to test it out?" There's a sharp look in his eyes as his gaze travels from her eyes to her lips, and Y/N can feel his desire for her pulsing through the air. She can see the way he bites his lower lip, the way his chest rises with a deep breath. He wants nothing more than to kiss her right now.
But Y/N knows she can't give in, no matter how much she wants to. She shakes her head, trying to hide the longing in her eyes. "No," she whispers, but her voice is barely more than a breath.
"No?" Loki repeats, a small smirk curling at his lips. He's testing her, seeing how far he can push her buttons. "No," Y/N says again, this time forcing conviction into her voice. But her resolve wavers as she meets his eyes again.
Loki takes note of her hesitation, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest. She can feel his heart beating against her, the warmth of his breath on her skin. She turns her head away, not wanting to give in to his desire. He's testing her, and she knows she has to resist. She's not sure if she can keep it up, but she has to try. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on anything else but the way his touch is making her feel.
Loki pushes a few curls away from Y/N's shoulder, his fingers trailing along the edge of her lace-trimmed collar as he stares into her eyes. "Y/N, you're not answering me," he says, a note of amusement in his voice.
She sighs, growing impatient. "Loki, this is ridiculous. Can you please let me go?"
Loki hums, his gaze narrowing. "Mhm," he replies, still not releasing his grip on her. "Once you answer my question."
With an irritated huff, Y/N finally gives in. "No," she says, but the way he looks at her, the way his fingertips dance along her skin, tells her he doesn't believe her. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering, her heart racing. She tries to pull away from him, but as strong as her willpower is, it's no match for his hold on her.
Finally, she meets his eyes and hopes her expression doesn't betray her true feelings. "Nothing," she says, but her voice cracks, and she knows she's failing. "I feel nothing," she adds, trying to squeeze out of his grip.
Loki leans down, his chin resting on her shoulder. His intense stare makes her gasp, sending goosebumps rippling down her skin. He trails a soft kiss along her neck, and her heart threatens to jump out of her chest.
Her eyes flutter close at the sensation, a tingle running down her spine. For a moment, she doesn't say anything, but then he takes it further. He trails kisses up her neck and by her jawline, his grip around her waist tightening. She gasps again, but this time it's a small moan that escapes her lips.
The tension in the room is palpable. The air is thick with desire and anticipation, every touch and glance speaking volumes. Despite Y/N's best efforts to conceal her true feelings, there's no denying it anymore - her heart is racing, her breath coming in short bursts, and she can feel Loki's warm breath against her neck.
Loki's gaze travels from her eyes to her lips, and she can see the wicked grin on his face. He's won, and they both know it. The amount of restraint he's had to exercise not to kiss her has been slowly waning, and she can tell he's only seconds away from giving in. His hand cups her face, his gaze still locked on her lips, and she feels herself swaying towards him, caught in the intensity of his desire.
But she can't lie to him anymore. She pulls him closer, kissing him passionately, arms wrapped tightly around his body. He responds in kind, kissing her back with equal enthusiasm, until she pulls away. "I might have told you that I feel nothing for you," she admits, "but that was just a lie." She lowers her voice, staring him directly in the eyes as she speaks. "I might have everything I've ever needed right in front of me."
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Congratulations on 2000+ followers!! I'm so happy for you, hope your account will go on
May I request Loki with Y/N, who is a hedge witch, and they're friends "kissing each other to prove there’s nothing there, accidentally proving that there was, in fact, something there"
I think it would be cute with two magical best friends and then boom, there's something there
Thank you for the kind words and the request!💜💜 This was so cute to write, and I'm a big ole sucker for the "there was, in fact, something there" shtick (I mean, anything sweet and fluffy like that, really, sign me up). I did have to Google what a hedge witch was, and I found some different things, so I blended them together. I hope you enjoy it!
Yeah, "friends" (Loki x Witch!Reader)
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Maybe it’s because you both have powers that you get along so well—no one else on the team can function like you two can. Granted, your magic compared to Loki’s could be considered marginal, but in the area of overlap, you have extremely fine-tuned your craft. Compared to Loki, your healing powers were instantaneous and left no lingering pain. Whether it was as small as a paper cut or as severe as internal bleeding, it was nothing you couldn’t handle; Loki, on the other hand, broke a sweat the harder he concentrated on healing. You don’t blame him—illusion is more his thing.
“Please stop letting people clock you right on the nose,” you ask Clint kindly as you fix the broken cartilage, straightening it out to its regular position.
“Trust me, it’s not intentional,” he sighs, crinkling his nose repeatedly as if he’s just smelt something foul. “Thanks.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” you smile, applying a light balm to his skin. “This is to help with itchiness, and it works well with oil control, too.”
“Ha ha,” Nat chuckles dryly as she enters with smoothies. “You’ve got oily skin.”
“It’s a natural glow,” Clint counters, taking the drink.
“Oily skin.”
“(Y/N)?”
“Big pores?” you try, hiding your smile behind your smoothie.
“Ouch. I thought you were supposed to be the nicest out of us all,” Clint pouts.
“Oh she is,” Tony breathes as he and the others come up from the gym, glistening in sweat, breathing heavily, and desperate for water. “Ask Reindeer Games. She’s made his heart of ice melt.”
“Tony,” you chastise.
“I don’t mean that derogatorily, I’m just saying he was never terribly friendly until you came here.”
“Tony’s right,” Bruce interjects before you could react. “He’s a lot less rough around the edges than he was when he first got here.”
“He’s just gotten used to life in the tower and on Earth, that’s all,” you try. “It must not have been an easy adjustment, especially given his past with the planet and then his home being wiped off the map.”
“It probably helps having someone else around that knows how to use magic, too,” Steve tries. He’s not Loki’s biggest fan by any means, but he is sympathetic to being treated differently by others for what he can do. Hell, the whole team knows that feeling—Steve just seems to be the one most cognizant of it.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what it is. Not because he thinks (Y/N) is pretty or anything and wants to get into her good graces,” Nat hums.
“Firstly, he’d have to be blind or tasteless if he didn’t think I was pretty,” you say. “Secondly, Steve is right—it’s nice to know someone that knows how to do the same things I do. He’s easy to talk to.“
“And flirt with,” Clint goads.
“Loki is a friend,” you insist.
“Mm, yeah, ‘friend’,” Tony mocks.
You know better than to argue with him—it’ll only make Tony and others believe you hold a deeper affection for him. When you see Loki walk in with a book in one hand, an idea suddenly strikes you.
Without a second thought, you get up wordlessly, hold his face in your hands, perch up on your toes, and kiss him. As soon as your lips meet, you feel electricity shoot throughout your body and a warmth spread in your chest. What was meant to be a quick kiss is one that lingers, leaving both Loki and you stunned and breathless after you part. You could easily get lost in his eyes as you stare at one another with your lips tingling and your hearts beating fast, and you want to lean back in in the worst way imaginable. Instead, you turn to the group watching in stunned silence, removing the small array of jasmine flowers that appeared in your hair during the kiss.
“Friends,” you say simply before you leave the common space.
Definitely not friends.
Definitely more.
Those are the only thoughts running through your head for the rest of the day. No matter what you do to busy yourself, your thoughts are consumed with Loki and the feeling of his lips against yours, what it would feel like to have his arms wrapped around you to hold you close and never let go.
Letting out a deep exhale, you get up off of your bed and pad across the floor. You just need some tea—a good cup of chamomile will help clear your head and help you think straight. You gasp when you see Loki standing at your doorway in his pajama pants, looking as if he’s just about to knock.
“Loki,” you breathe, his pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlight.
“I’m sorry to have startled you,” he says, his blue eyes slightly downturned at the corners. “If you want, I can—.”
“No, don’t leave,” you stop him, gently placing a hand on his wrist. “Come in.”
He gives you a small smile and a nod, moving into your room like he has so many times before to talk about books and magic or whatever else we wanted to.
You watch him as he moves, seeing the toned muscles of his back gently shifting under his skin as he moves, the line down his spine looking more defined with the nighttime shadow.
“Is everything okay?” you ask gently, closing the door behind you to join him by your bed.
He pokes his tongue between his pink lips, licking them carefully before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about that kiss all day,” he breathes. “I don’t understand it.”
“O-Oh,” you stutter. “I—.”
“You don’t need to explain what or why, because it won’t matter depending on the answer to what I’m about to ask.”
Your breaths are shallow and your skin is warm, his hands sliding into yours as you wait with bated breath.
“Did you feel something when we kissed?” he asks, his voice silky and soft.
He felt it too.
Crashing your lips into his, you hold him close and move your hands from his to run your fingers through his hair. Loki moans against your lips while his arms snake around your body. This embrace is everything and more than the kiss you shared in the morning. Loki’s hands squeeze your sides in an effort to fuse your bodies together, himself desperate for the embrace.
“Can I take that as a yes?” he asks with a breathy laugh, resting his forehead on yours.
“Yeah,” you hum in delight, your fingers playing with the loose waves in his raven hair. “I felt it. Little jasmine flowers don’t just pop up in my hair for anybody, you know.”
Loki lets out a little chuckle as he gently nudged his nose against yours. “Good.”
With a bright smile, he wraps his arms around you once more and presses his lips to yours, exchanging all of your affection with a simple action.
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