#marvelAU | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

marvelwhore2023 · 8 months

Text

BLACK WIDOW SERIES

Natasha Romanoff x GN Reader

- enemies to lovers

- angst

- trigger warning panic attacks , anxiety

Part 1 / Part 2 - 👇

It was six in the morning, and you were catching the subway into the city to your job at Black Widow, an up and coming designer brand .

You sipped your coffee and prayed today went smoothly . There was a team meeting which you knew was just going to be your boss , Natasha Romanoff, demanding everyone , mostly you, to do better.

She had it out for you and you were certain of it , anything she had a problem with.. it was now your problem . You swear you'd be an alcoholic from stress if you had the free time to drink but most nights you stay until early morning working on anything she needed ..you ran around like a puppy on a leash for her and you weren't even her damn assistant

You were Creative Director , so seasonal themes , staff hire and apparently natashas personal punching bag were all your responsibility at this company .

As you pushed through the heavy glass doors to the building , Wanda at the front desk gave you a sympathetic smile

"she asked for me didn't she" you sighed , already feeling that bit anxiety in the pit of your stomach start to rise

"She did ...she told me to tell you to go to her office as soon as you arrived" Wanda replied sheepishly "it's okay Wanda thank you"

You didn't bother stopping off at your office on the way to leave your bag and coat because anymore time added on to however long Natasha was already waiting for you would just be a pain in the ass for you .

*knock knock*

"Come in" Natashas voice rang through her office . You opened the door and walked through , closing it gently behind you . You told yourself you would stand tall and refuse to let her bully you but as soon as you seen her stern stare you broke .

"your late" she spat

you quickly checked the clock on her wall to be certain which you were that you were actually early ..

"Im actually early , I don't start till seven fifteen" you replied confused , looking back to the redhead who raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down in distain "your aware you work with a designer brand right ? yet you come to work everyday looking like a washed up hobo"

You usually took pride in the way you looked and your style , sure it wasn't everyone's cup of tea but you enjoyed expressing yourself through clothes , that's why you got a job in fashion but it was making out to be far harder to deal with than you thought

"fix it" Natasha added , crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair "was there something you needed me for" you asked , choosing to ignore her jab at your style and to redirect it to the reason she called for you

"yes , these spreadsheets are disastrous.. we are not doing a fashion show in Milan in the middle of winter" you furrowed your eyebrows together not exactly understanding what she was rejecting "but the faux coat line will be on the runway , it goes with the theme I mean you hardly want to buy a faux winter coat in hot weather-" your ramble was cut short by her slamming the folder down onto the table

"I said change it" she demanded sternly

"with all due respect natasha I can't just change-" her second time to interrupt you

"I didn't ask Y/N ! now are you going to do it or do i need to find someone who is better equipped for the job!" she scolded .

"no , I'll do it" you caved , agreeing to change the whole venue to a whole other country for a show that's in less than a month "good , now get out of my face" Natasha shooed you out of her office with her hand and you felt utterly embaressed like a child after being scolded by a teacher in school ..her assistant Maria heard every word and gave you a small smile of support as you walked passed .

You fell into your office chair , you could already feel the tears rising but you refused to let them fall , you were sick of the way she treated you and its only gotten worse over the last few weeks , when she first started she barely even looked your way and now she was at your heels every second of every day , even when you were home she was sending you emails about work things .

Your deep breathes were interrupted by one of the designers , Tony.

"Sorry, Y/N , we finished the next piece if you would like to take a look at it ?" He offered , peeping his head around your door "yeah , yeah sure I'll be there in a second" he nodded and left you , giving you a couple seconds to write down today's agenda on a sticky note and slap it on your laptop

'change everything'

Multitasking was something you grew good at , while helping Tony decide on finishing touches you were ringing venue's to see where was available on such short notice for such a big event "what if we do linen lining so even in autumn it can be worn?" Tony suggested "that's a great idea , everyone hates having to buy different coats so if we make it suitable for mild to cold weather , not too warm for cooler months and not too thick for colder months , perfect get on that we will discuss it more in todays meeting" you agreed and left to continue calling venues

Sitting down to your desk you could see an email from Natasha and it was all the countries and venues she did not want which was nearly 90% of the ones you had available

"oh my god" you sobbed , letting the frustration get the better of you . You ran your hands over your face and held back the urge to scream .

Three hours .

That's how long it took to find the perfect venue and organise eveything so it was to Natashas standards which were out of this world high .

Meeting time approached and you hadn't even had lunch yet , luckily it was just the team involved with the show wrapping up all the technicalities and finalising the important stuff , knowing you had your end sorted didn't help ease the anxiety in your stomach because Natasha could easily refuse this venue too .

You swallowed down the bile that rose to your throat and took your seat at the big table in the conference room , people filtered in , taking their seats and engaging in small talk . You sat at the end of the table which faced Natashas at the front of the room .

When she entered the table went quiet "afternoon everyone , let's make this quick I have else where to be"

Of course she does , you thought to yourself as you opened your folder "Tony had completed forty seven out of the fifty two pieces , we decided going with a linen lining for the last five to accommodate the warmer months , James has the guest list sent out to all the major news outlets and invites have been received by everyone's management , your pilot is prepared for any weather changes or layovers and has the greenlight from the airports to enter-" you were just about finished when she interrupted you . You took a breathe for the first time since you started talking , slightly shaking at the thought of what she was about to say

"sounds good but uh let's scrap the linen lining , it's a winter line they want the coats to be warm ..that's the point is it not" Natasha teased and if she was nice you would consider it playful but it was just downright rude , a couple of people at the table chuckled politely at her obvious attempt at being funny but it didn't suit her and their laugher made you see red , the audacity was just unbelieve and you snapped

"nothing is ever good enough for you" You spat under your breathe ,rolling your eyes but Natasha along with a handful of people caught it , Natashas eyes widened slightly but she controlled herself until the end of the meeting

"That all sounds good , everyone dismissed , Y/N ..my office now'" she snapped

Oh god

You followed Natasha to her office , she held the door opened for you , letting you walk in first before she closed the door behind her and unleashed the beast on you

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME INFRONT OF EVEEYONE LIKE THAT"

"how dare i" you scoffed , rolling your eyes again

"STOP DOING THAT , DO YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT I MEAN COME ON Y/N YOU CANT EVEN DO YOUR JOB RIGHT AND NOW YOUR TRYING TO CHANGE THE LINE ? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU!"

You partially zoned out on Natasha screaming at you, the anxiety and anger fighting each other to see which bubbled to the surface first and it must've been your unlucky day because it was the anger

"ALRIGHT !" you screamed back , Natasha was so taken aback she shut up

"I am sick and tired of how you bully me ! eveything I do for this company , every fucking hour I spend in this office losing sleep and not eating so YOUR designs are up to your standard and YOU CANT EVEN TREAT ME WITH HUMAN FUCKING DECENCY" your rant had slowly turned into sobs , your voice broke several times while shouting at Natasha and although your pretty sure snot was rolling down your lips you continued to shout , your voice becoming raspier with every sentence

"you..you belittle in infront of everyone daily and everyone is so scared of you so they never say anything but you are a horrible boss , you are cold and stern and you care for nobody but yourself" you continued .

Natasha stood , frozen almost watching you completely lose it infront of her and she was the one who drove you to it .

"Y/N.." she whispered but you ignored her attempt to interrupt you , if you didn't get it out now you never would , you wiped the snot and tears from your face and continued "I don't know why you even keep me here if I'm so terrible at my job , I mean if I can't do anything right just hire someone else ! because I am sick and tired of how you make me feel and i-"

Natasha was becoming impatient being unable to get a word in edgeways with you so she shouted at you "BECAUSE I CANT!" you stopped once you seen how Natashas demeanour changed , she seemed frazzled and upset

"I can't fire you because I can't stand not seeing you everyday" she started " and I can't stand being around you because everyday you come in and your chatty and polite to everyone and you have this stupid gorgeous smile on your face and all I want to do is be in your precence but I can't because I'm supposed to be the boss and I have to be stern and in charge and I'm jealous okay ! I'm jealous you can dress how you want and do what you want and be free from this job once you go home"

Natasha was now standing infront of you , her own eyes glassy "but those are just bigger excuses for the real reason why I'm so terrible to you , I'm falling for you and I tried not to , to stop it or to even be as mean as I could to push you away but even then I can't shake these feelings and it frustrates the life out of me , i feel like a love sick teenager and i hate it "

You stared blankly at the red head "so you've been terrorising me for the last month over a stupid crush" you repeated making sure you had this right "yes ..and y/n I am sorry"

You laughed , you actually laughed out loud uncontrollably for a few seconds until you caught your breathe , Natasha looked at you slightly confused until you stopped and spoke

"I would never like someone as horrible as you" You spat angrily "you have caused me absolute misery the past four weeks and if you want to fire me because your embaressed one of your staff finally talked back to you then by all means do it , I'm sure I could find somewhere far nicer to work"

Natasha shook her head and stepped backwards out of your space "no your not fired ..your free to go" you didn't even bother with her anymore and left , letting her office door slam on your way out.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #marvelau #marvel fic #ceo natasha #buisnesswomannatasha

106 notes · View notes

princessfishy · 1 year

Photo

Sobek’s Avatar M'esch

He’s my OC and he’s very dumb :3

man croc man croc man croc

Here’s his TH link https://toyhou.se/19479123.m-esch

Dont touch <3

#marvel oc #marvelau #moonknight oc #moonknight #ancient egypt #egyptian mythology #sobek #crocodile

93 notes · View notes

hikarivii · 1 year

Text

More of the Spidey!Twi AU

#equestria girls #mlp #my little pony #sunset shimmer #twilight sparkle #scitwi #Spidey!Twi #MarvelAU #mlp au #mlp fanart #alternative universe #au #sciset #my little pony fanart #fanart #Spiderman au #artists on tumblr #digital art #human twilight sparkle

110 notes · View notes

geminigirl0298 · 2 years

Text

All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

Previous Chapter Masterlist

CHAPTER 9

“Captain Rogers.” The man did not stir. Captain Rogers.” This time his eyelids fluttered, yet his eyes remained closed, head lolled to the side. Sven had stomped his face much harder than Loki thought, and he wouldn’t have cared much if time was not of the essence. Sighing to himself, he motioned to his guard. Dag picked up a bucket of water and splashed the contents onto the captain’s face.

He awoke gasping and wild-eyed, hands straining against the ropes binding him to the chair. Loki smirked at his attempts to escape. “That won’t work. I put those ropes there myself. Only the strongest magic can remove it, and something tells me you haven’t the capacity for that.”

“What’s going on?” Steve demanded. “Why am I here? And why-” he winced as the pain in his left cheek overtook him. Sven had effectively fractured his cheekbone and broken his nose. “He stomped on me! That little blond boy, the fag—”

Loki held up a hand. “I suggest you stop there before you incriminate yourself further.”

“Further?” Steve smiled then, a charming, disarming grin Loki himself had used a number of times. “King Loki, Your Majesty, I’ve done nothing wrong. All I’ve ever done is carry out your rule.”

“Is that so?” Loki motioned to the other guard. Harald handed him a yellow file with a name printed on the front. “This is Sharon Carter’s medical file.” Steve’s eyes blew wide with trepidation. “I am entirely sure you did not know this existed, but your reaction tells me you know what’s in it. Care to explain?” Steve made a careless gesture with his hands.

“There’s nothing to explain. Relationships get rocky sometimes. Sharon understood that.”

Loki flipped the file open to a page he knew well. He brandished a picture of Sharon Carter’s split lip and black eye in front of the captain’s face. “This,” he snarled, “seems like more than a few little ‘rocks’ to me. You say you carry out my rule, but this was not in my directive. I’ve also heard you’ve not been properly allocating resources as I instructed you to do. I don’t think you’ve been carrying out my rule at all.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Why do I—” Loki gave a harsh laugh. “The earth is mine,” he said. “It’s mine. You and your humankind were hellbent on killing yourselves until my brother and I intervened. We wanted better for you, to show you the error of your ways and have you submit to our rule. My brother chose you because he trusted you, and this is what you do.” He shook the file and watched Steve’s jaw clench. “Beat and torture your women—”

“Like you haven’t done worse?” Steve shot back. “I’ve heard the stories about you. You’re standing here judging me, and I know that nothing in that file compares to your actions. Everyone is afraid of you, everyone—”

The force of the slap rocked Steve’s head to the side. Loki raised his arm to hit him again, bringing the gloved hand across his cheek with a smack that resonated in the pristine white room. Outside the restrictive force field, the other prisoners looked on at the scene in glee. They did not seem to mind the violence once it was not directed at them, and they especially seemed to like that the king had come to do his dirty work himself.

Loki lifted his leather-covered hand. He sneered at the glisten noticeable in the dim light. “You stained my glove.” The captain spit blood on the white floor.

“So you’re going to torture me?” Steve grinned, showing the red staining his pearly teeth. “Have at it. I’ve dealt with men like you.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, captain. There are no men like me.” Loki raised his hand, clenching it slowly into a fist. He saw the confusion in the captain’s eyes, the little bloom of panic as his oxygen was slowly restricted. A handprint-shaped dent appeared on his throat, constricting until the captain turned blue. Loki watched his feet scramble against the floor with a wicked grin. “Hard to breathe? How unfortunate.”

Loki took a seat on the plush chair brought in for his comfort. He crossed one leg over his knee and plucked the parchment out of its pocket dimension. “I have some questions for you, and it would behoove you to answer to the best of your ability.” He tightened his fist for just a second to get the captain’s attention. “Is that understood?” A nod. “Excellent.”

Steve doubled over in relief when Loki allowed him to breathe again. He gave the captain a few seconds before launching into his investigation.

“Why have your people been having secret meetings with Aesir?” The captain’s eyes flickered down. Loki lifted a hand in warning. “Answer me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” Steve did not budge. Through the wariness in his eyes, Loki could see that this was a man not easily broken. “My spies on Midgard have told me that you, Commander Barnes, and Commander Fury have been taking meetings for the past month with known Asgardian traitors. You have also,” he glanced down at the parchment, “recently received a large shipment that was not reported to us. Pray tell what is in it?”

Steve was silent for a long time. His eyes flickered between the parchment and Loki before holding his gaze. “It’s Bruce, isn’t it? He’s your source? I should’ve known.”

“I am the one asking the questions here.”

The captain rolled his eyes. “I’m sure she’s filled your head with lies too. What did she say? That Buck hit her?” Steve scoffed. “And you believed her?”

Loki rose to his feet in a stroke of anger. He handed the files to Harald and moved toward the captain. “She didn’t have to tell me anything. I saw what Barnes did to that girl. The bruises, the cuts, the fear on her face. He tortured her, and for what? I don’t know where this misguided notion came from, but that is not how we treat our women here on Asgard.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.” Steve’s blue eyes blazed like the flames of hell. “Didn’t you try to invade Jotunheim once?” Loki’s façade faltered. “Yeah, I thought so. I remember when you and Thor were at odds, when you were playing the mad dictator and he couldn’t stop you. You wanted that ice realm for yourself, and you expect me to believe you left the women untouched?” The captain gave a nasty grin. “I know what happens in war.”

“I have never placed my hand on a woman— or a man— in a way that was unwanted. Do not presume to liken us to one another.” He grabbed ahold of Steve’s flaxen hair and gave it a shake. “I would never do what you or Commander Barnes do to your women.”

“You seem awfully concerned about our women,” Steve shot back. “Or perhaps this is about one in particular.” Loki saw the insinuation in the captain’s face before he voiced it. “You’re fucking her, aren’t you? That’s why you’re so concerned.”

Loki was taken aback. “I—”

“Fuck, she’s such a whore. I told Buck that, but he wouldn’t listen. He saw the way she fought him and wanted to break her. And he did break her, mind you. I’m just surprised she managed to muster up enough courage to spread her legs for a bastard king—”

Steve went silent when Loki’s hand crossed his cheek. He had let him speak for far too long. Enough was enough.

“I’m not going to get any information from you, clearly.” The captain glared at him. A nice shiner, similar to the one he had given Sharon Carter, was beginning to form on his right eye. “That doesn’t mean I can’t still have some fun.”

Loki hit him again and again, curling his hand into a fist to increase the force of the blows. Blood and bruises sprang up along the captain’s once handsome face. Red splattered along the clean walls of the cell with every contact of his fist. He hoped what he had read about the man’s vast capacity for pain was true. It would be a shame to have him pass out too soon.

“My king.” Loki turned, one hand poised to strike the captain again. Blood dripped down his leather glove and soaked the green of his sleeve.

“Yes, Harald?”

The older man’s eyes dipped to the captain and back. “I think he’s dead.”

Loki looked upon the captain. His face was a raw, bloody mess, and it filled him with a sick sense of satisfaction. Still, he narrowed his eyes as he searched for any signs of life. “His chest still moves,” he observed. “Mouth too. What a shock.” Steve’s mouth was indeed moving, working sluggishly as he tried to speak. Loki leaned forward to listen. “What was that? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“I said,” Steve gritted out, “that I can’t wait for them to kill you like they killed your mother.”

Loki let out a feral growl. He placed the bottom of his boot on the captain’s chest and gave a mighty shove. The chair fell to the ground, slamming Steve’s head against the tiled floors. Loki straddled the man and gave a bounce, revelling in the crack that spoke of broken ribs accompanied by the captain’s grunt of pain.

“You talk too much.” He reached into the man’s mouth and grabbed ahold of his tongue, pulling it out until it turned white at the root from the stretch. With his other hand, he materialised his trusty dagger. “It’s time for you to shut up.”

Loki brought the dagger down.

ooOOoo

Sobs racked your frame as Sven carried you to your room. You clung to his arm like a lifeline as he led you down the hall, and you could not stop crying. Even after Kari changed your dress and tended to your wounds, and Sven took you to the king’s study, the tears would not stop.

“Miss,” said Sven. “Miss Dee, are you hungry? You skipped breakfast this morning.” He held out a platter of breads and cheeses to you. You eyed the food and cried even harder, making Sven wince. “Miss Dee—”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.” Pesky tears ran down your face. You swiped at them in annoyance, cursing your tear ducts for their sudden lack of control. A lot of the fear from Steve’s sudden arrival had faded, and anger now took its place. It settled like a weight on your chest, burning through your dress and layers of skin until it singed your nerve endings and radiated through your body.

“Don’t apologise, Miss Dee. There is no need for it. It’s all that bastard’s fault. Men like him—” Sven’s jaw clenched, hands curling into a fist to control his temper. “He got what he deserved.” It was only the second time you had seen him so worked up, the first being in the garden with Steve. Sven was usually such a sweet boy that it was hard for you to conflate him with the man who stomped Steve’s face with all his might. Then there was his previous behaviour to look at.

Sven had read you almost immediately on the bridge. He saw your concern, sized up James’ attitude, and immediately went on the defensive: making sure you were not left alone, keeping the horse slow, shutting down James’ complaints because you couldn’t. And the way he handled Steve—not just protective but bordering on unhinged.

“Sven,” your voice was faint. “You know, don’t you?” He remained silent, so you gave a little push. “You know what James did to me. You knew it the moment you saw me on the bridge.” Sven gave a slight nod, sympathy bleeding into his eyes, and your breath hitched. “How?”

“My mother was like you.” He leaned back, mist filling his brown eyes as he was pulled into a memory. “She met my father when she was very young — around my age, actually— and he was a few centuries her senior. Everyone in the village knew he was the rottenest apple in the bunch. Always gambling and drinking his life away. The catch was his entire family was dead, leaving him a fortune that made him the richest man in the village.”

“Is that why your mother married him?” you wondered aloud. “For security?” Sven’s eyes blew wide.

“No! My mother detested the man! She was married to him by force! They were very poor, my mother’s family, with seven other sons to see about besides her. I guess they thought it was easier to marry her off, so when my father took an interest in her—”

“They sold her to him,” you deduced. “For money.” Sven gave you a sad nod.

“Mother always says we cannot judge people whose positions we were never in. She loves her family, and still speaks to them. Kari and I do not. I hate them,” he seethed. “They put her in that position and did not lift a finger to help her, even when she would show up on their doorstep covered in blood.”

The tears that filled your eyes were not for you, but for Sven. After your ordeal, you were shocked that you could muster enough empathy to spend on someone else. “Sven,” you reached out to touch the sleeve of his shirt, avoiding the skin-on-skin contact that made you feel like worms were beneath your flesh. “Sven, I am so sorry. That must have been so awful for you.”

“It was,” he admitted. “Kari was an adult when I was born, but even she was afraid of my father. He was strong for a degenerate, and as liberal with his fists as he was with his spirits. My sister received a few blows when she would get in between him and my mother.”

“And did you?” You thought back to the way he put himself between you and Steve without a second thought. There was no doubt in your mind that he had done that before. “Sven?”

“My father was never cruel to me, though I cannot say why. My theory is that he hoped I would end up like him.” Sven brought his hands together in his lap, wringing them as he spoke. “He never respected women to begin with. He blamed the alcohol, but I think it was him, and the drink was his excuse. I’ve seen many a man drunk before, and they’ve never resorted to violence.

“How is your mother now?” you wished to know. “Is she—”

“Alive? Yes. The harem was not built when she came to the palace seeking refuge. Queen Frigga was on her way out with King Loki—he was just a prince at the time, actually— and she took pity on my mother. I was only twelve when they moved us into the palace and offered her maid’s work, which my sister took up as well. She quite enjoys the lifestyle, and she has so loved tending to you.”

You smiled as you recalled your fair-haired handmaiden. Though they shared similar looks, you would never have guessed she was related to Sven. “Your sister is kind. I like people who are kind. I’ve had very little of that in the lifetime that I do remember. The king promised to help me find out who I am but…” You looked down at your hands. “I guess I can’t blame him if he doesn’t. He’s got an entire realm to govern. I’m not so stupid as to think he would drop that just to help me, especially after the trouble I’ve caused.”

Sven shook his head. “If King Loki has given you his word, he will surely stand by it. Do you know how I became a guard?” You shook your head. “I always looked up to the king’s guard. In some way, I guess it was my subconscious projecting, dreaming up ways for me to escape my reality by means of making me a protector. I mentioned my interest in becoming a guard to the king once, not long after I arrived, and he remembered. When I came of age, he came to me and offered me a chance to train with his guard. I’ve been with them ever since.”

“That’s…”. There really wasn’t a word to describe what you had just heard. “That’s great, Sven. I’m glad the king remembered.”

“Yes, I was very glad he gave me the opportunity. King Loki continued to take care of my family even after his mother passed.” Sven leaned closer to you. “Between you and me, I think he pays Kari and me more than we deserve. I’ve heard other older guards and maids discussing salary, and it is sufficient, yet far less than what we receive.”

Before you could tell Sven that he was worth every penny he earned, you heard a commotion outside the king’s study. You and Sven shared a look. The noise outside got louder and closer, approaching the door until Sven rose to his feet. He barely had time to cross the room before the doors flew open and a man built like a powerlifter stalked through the door.

His eyes landed on you. “Are you Lady Dee?”

You were afraid to answer at first. He was one of the largest men you had seen, even bigger and taller than Steve and James combined. Half of his blond hair was up in a ponytail, allowing you a good look at his stubbled jaw and stormy blue eyes. You cowered as you stared back at this mountain of a man, wondering what he could possibly want with you.

“W-who are you?”

“Thor!” King Loki strode in behind the man, all long legs and green flowing cape. His horns were absent from his head, and you noted that his hair was curlier than you remembered. Even without them, he radiated royalty and kingliness. It was him, you realised, that made the title, and not what he wore. The king carried himself with a confidence and surety that was difficult to ignore, even as he narrowed his eyes at the burly man who was apparently his brother.

“What are you doing?” He placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder. “You know I don’t like people in my study!”

Thor, the other king and the man who had invited the best friend of your captor to Asgard, shook his tree trunk of an arm to rid it of his brother’s restraining hand. “Stay out of this, brother,” he ordered, and you saw King Loki’s eyes tighten. He had just opened his mouth to retort when Thor turned to you again. “You haven’t answered my question. Are you Lady Dee?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Brother, this is hardly—”

Thor gave a grand bow, drawing a look from his brother mid-sentence. “I come to you today with my sincerest apologies. It has been brought to my attention that I have made a grave error in judgement that resulted in your harm. Please forgive me for my unintended slight. I swear to you I will do everything in my power to correct it if you will give me a chance to do so.”

You blinked at the bowed head of the blond god. This was not at all what you had expected from him. A reaction along the lines of the dark-haired king, sure, or maybe even a worse one, but not this. Not this humble man who all but admitted his mistakes and was pleading for a chance to rectify them.

“Um…” Your eyes flitted to Sven, who gave you an encouraging nod. “Yeah, I forgive you, I guess.”

Thor’s head snapped up. A wide smile broke out over his face, its attractiveness taking you back. He looked nothing like his brother, so you guessed they must each take after a different parent.

“Excellent!” He reached for your hand and held it between his two larger ones. “It is lovely to have you on Asgard, Lady Dee! Darcy speaks very highly of you.” Thor leaned in, adding to the sweat that had already formed on your forehead at his touch. “I must apologise once more for inviting Steve Rogers to Asgard. My brother told me what he did in the gardens. I assure you he will not come near you again, and if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to let me know.”

You can let go of my hand, for starters. You wondered if you could even say that to a king. Weren’t they above the law? They were gods, for heaven’s sake. What was a minor invasion of personal space compared to that?

“C-can you…” Beads of perspiration dotted your upper lip. Your eyes searched the room for exits. Instead of the doors, you managed to catch the gaze of King Loki. He took one look at your frazzled state and reached over to take his brother’s wrist.

“Lady Dee is still shaken from earlier today. How about we give her a chance to rest? We can talk to her later.”

“Yes.” Thor released your hand. You held it to your chest and scooted away from him. “Yes, you are right. I did not think of that.” He placed his hands on his hips, further accentuating his broad chest. “I should go see my wife. She has not been feeling well of late.” He turned to his brother then, face taking on a hint of seriousness. “I spoke to the guards. Is it true, what you did to Steve? Did you really—”

“Let’s talk later, brother.” King Loki gave you a fleeting glance. “Sven, how are you?”

“Okay.” The boy shuffled his feet. “Would it be okay if I took off for the night? I wish to go see my mother.”

Understanding bled into the king’s face. “Of course. Take as much time as you need. I can look after Lady Dee until you return.” Sven bid you goodbye, and you wished your body had recovered enough for you to give him a hug. Thor left not long after. He exchanged some hushed words with his brother at the door before giving you another goofy grin. Once he was gone, you and King Loki were left alone.

“I must apologise for my brother. He can be very enthusiastic and often forgets that people are not toys. I suppose it comes with the territory of being a big oaf.” Amusement entered his eyes, then disappeared in a flash. He looked over your form with a grim expression. “Did a healer see to your arm?”

You touched the white bandage around your forearm. “Kari did it.” The king frowned.

“I would have preferred a healer to look at it.” He took a tentative step toward you, watching you as though you would scamper away from him. Your lack of skittishness seemed to please him. “I can heal that for you if you want.”

“With your magic?”

“Yes.”

The thought did intrigue you. The king’s magic had caught your interest that day on the bridge, and you longed to see more of it in action. Unfortunately, your quota for people touching you had been filled, and not even the promise of relief from the stinging pain could change that. “No thank you,” you said quietly.

The king nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll have a healer look at it when you’re ready.” He walked over to his desk and took a seat behind it— the same desk he had interrogated you from what now felt like a decade ago.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful,” you explained. “I just—”

“Don’t want to be touched. I understand.” He dragged a piece of parchment across his desk and grabbed a feathered pen. “You shouldn’t be afraid to tell my brother his touch makes you uncomfortable. Thor is a very physical person, and even though he means no harm, he forgets not everyone is as receptive to such behaviours.”

“But you don’t?” He looked at you. “You don’t forget.”

The king shrugged—a human, nonchalant gesture that looked out of place on his otherwise regal frame. “I’ve been told I read people well. My brother is a better man than me, but he is not so astute at deciphering another’s feelings.” He ran his eyes over the parchment once more. “Bruce Banner has contacted me.”

“Really?” You sat up, gloomy mood pushed to the side in light of the news. “What did he say? Is he okay? How’s Betty?”

King Loki furrowed his brow. “I assume he is well, as he hasn’t told me differently. I’m afraid I have no answers to the other questions. Our conversation is strictly business.”

“Oh.” It was hard to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “What did he say?”

“Apparently, some of the commanders have been meeting with known traitors of Asgard, namely Barnes, Rogers, and Fury. They also received a large shipment a while ago that was not disclosed to us. My brother knows nothing of this, and we both find it suspicious. Meeting traitors aside, that shipment concerns me.”

“And Bruce has no idea what it is?” The king shook his head. “What about you? Any ideas?”

He sat the paper down with a sigh, face contorting in a muddled look. “Considering the names of the traitors, I have some ideas. Let’s hope I’m wrong.” His tone made it clear that was all he was going to say on the situation.

“What about Steve?” You had been dying to know what happened to the man after the guards dragged him off. “Tho—King Thor sounded concerned about him. Where is he?”

“He is in the dungeons,” the king answered, and you swore you saw his eyes tighten. “Rest assured, he cannot hurt you. Even I have not been able to escape the dungeons.”

You frowned. “Why would you need to escape the dungeons? Have you been imprisoned before?” The king fixed you with an entertained glance.

“You ask a lot of questions, my lady.” He held up two fingers and swirled them in the air. You watched in fascination as the wheeled cart holding your food rolled toward you of its own accord, stopping about an inch from where you sat. “I was informed you skipped breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.” As though the universe was out to call your bluff, your stomach decided to growl loudly. You clapped both your hands over your abdomen to muffle the sounds.

“It seems your stomach disagrees.” He used his magic to move the cart even closer. “Eat. It is well past lunch.”

The food did look good, and you had skipped breakfast in order to go outside. Starvation was probably not the best way to deal with the disastrous results. “I’ll eat in my room.”

The king did not even lift his head from the new book he had conjured. “Why? The food is already there; just eat.”

“You just said you don’t like having people in your study.” Your finger pointed in the direction of the door. “I just heard you tell King Thor that.”

“Airs for my brother. He had a nasty habit of messing up my things when we were children, and he hasn’t broken out of it. Eat.”

You eyed the food warily. “I—”

“Lady Dee, I invited you here myself. If I wanted you gone, I would have already sent you away.” His eyes flitted to the food and back. “Eat. I will not have you wasting away on me.”

You reached for the food before you with a shaky hand. The minute the bread touched your tongue you nearly moaned. All the adrenaline coursing through your body stifled your hunger until it was practically unnoticeable. If it weren’t for the king, you probably would have gone without eating until you fainted.

“I began looking into you last night,” he told you. “Your date of birth is unknown, but I’ve gathered birth records from three possible decades in which you could have been born, and I am matching them with our current citizen records to look for any discrepancies.”

“Did you find anything?”

“Not yet, but there are many more records to go through. Even if this fails, it could be that you just weren’t recorded. A lot of births go unnoticed by or hidden from the palace.” He tapped the book with one slender finger. “We will find out who you are. There is nary a thing I have set my mind to that I cannot conquer.”

The king seemed so sure of himself that it filled you with confidence too. You leaned back into the couch and watched him scour the records. Every time he finished a page, he would wet a finger on his tongue to turn to the next. A comfortable silence settled over you, him reading the pages and you finishing your meal. It gave you a chance to study his face unhindered.

You decided you preferred him without the horns. Magnificent as they were, they added to the slight air of terror that followed him wherever he was. King Loki was terrifying as is, but you had to admit there was something beautiful about him. He looked nothing like his rugged, beefy brother, no. His strength was all intellectual; quiet words and calculating glances that read a person in five seconds flat, though you were sure his physical strength was not lacking.

“Do you need something?” His musical voice drew you out of your thoughts, green eyes holding you in place with a questioning glance. You flushed under the intensity of his gaze.

“I was just wondering what happened to Steve,” you lied, and you were sure he knew it too. “Your brother was about to ask you a question, and you stopped him, presumably for my benefit. I promise you I can handle more than you think. You don’t need to protect me from everything.” You leaned forward. “What did you do to Steve?”

“I cut out his tongue.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second. It was not the act that threw you, but rather how unapologetic he sounded.

“Oh.” You gave a nod. “Good. He talks too much anyway.”

Your attention drifted to your food after that, letting another silence envelope you. There was no sound in the study save for his turning pages and you placing your cup down between sips of water. It was a chance glance at the king that confused you; he was scanning the pages as before, a hand pressed to his mouth. Behind it, you swore he was trying to hide a smile.

Chapter 10

Taglist: @howdidurhammergrowchris @thedistractedagglomeration @soxysarah92 @vicmc624 @mischief2sarawr @scram1326 @booksandbenbarnes @lalalalokii @marvel-universe-of-masterlists @mistress-ofmagic @lokiismygodalone @cjand10 @sweetdreams25 @justlovelifeblog @mad4marvelloki @multifandom-world8 @sallymagnoliaposts @user13cabs @my-love-of-books @benwishaw @oceanmermaidwitch @alexakeyloveloki @midnightvitality @meyocoko @dren-whalen @jbarness @kattreffic @orangechickenpillow @dreamyrainywhispers @trickster-maiden @freshfruitforrottingvegetablez @james-bucky-barnes-bitch @dark-night-sky-99 @somegirlfromasgard @yoongissidebitchh

#lokismut #lokixreader #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fanfic #dark!bucky barnes #dark marvel #marvelau #loki and thor #loki odinson

179 notes · View notes

pettybetty69 · 1 year

Text

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞)

(Plot)

You, Alessandra Vitale, were born into a family of the fabled Elementals, the last living relatives of Mother Nature. Being an Elemental, you were born with the power of elements and life itself. However, it isn’t as simple as it would seem. The exposure of the power would lead to you and your family’s demise.

Coping with loss, the challenge of concealing the secret, all while luck having your family being familiar to the public eye, life’s testing curveballs were no stranger to you. A teenage Prince T’Challa happened to be one of them. The arrogant prince was the last thing you needed, but could a growing threat to his life put your differences aside? There were secrets that must be kept, people you must protect, could the threat to his mortality be enough to risk your own? Keep reading to find out.

AN : Hello again! So this will be a rewrite of the story Absense Makes the Heart Grow Fonder on my page. The original story in my outline didn’t work, had too many plot holes, construction wasn’t there, writing could have been better etc. If you enjoyed it, it will still be up. I currently don’t plan on finishing it, but that may change in a later time or may not. So now I will be working on this current story with a slightly changed plot and hopefully better story telling.

I’m absolutely in love with this story and have a few parts pre-written to be posted every other Monday. The others are in the works but may be delayed due to university (help is welcomed). Enjoy!

- Andromeda

Prologue (10/31/22)

Growing Up (11/14/22)

Part One (12/19/22) sorry

Part One Continued (12/25/22)

Part Two (12/31/22)

Part Three (4/17/23) (FINALLY)

Part Four (5/7/23)

I own everything besides the marvel characters

#t'challa x oc #young t'challa x reader #black panther x reader #t'challa x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvelau #young t'challa

36 notes · View notes

saithmaximoff · 1 year

Text

Soft escapando de un gay

#spicekuirs #marvelau #scarlet witch #doctor strange #español #scketch #lgbtq

9 notes · View notes

curry-ketchup · 1 year

Text

Child of the Sun ☀ Old dragon!Steve AU.

Still thinking about him so I had to draw him.

#dragon #art #sketch #illustration #digital art #monster #fanart #artist on tumblr #fantasy #monsterart #fantasyart #marvelau #fantasyau #dragonsteve

9 notes · View notes

pennyellee · 2 years

Text

𝕵𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖘 𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝕸𝖆𝖝𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖋𝖋 // 𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊, 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 ✨🔮 🪄

#jadethirlwalledit #littlemix #littlemixedit #jadethirlwall #marvelau #marveledit #marvel #wanda #wandamaximoff #wandavision #scarletwitch #wandaedit #jade thirlwall #armixer #little mix

8 notes · View notes

wawabuckywaaaa · 7 months

Text

Hello! It’s GraepJuice :3 and I present to everyone the silly KOTB Marvel au!!

This au is rather simple, me and our friends chose some marvel characters and replaced them with our ocs! We may keep the same marvel design or sometimes we have fun and change stuff :}

This au is private

Thats about it! Wanted a place to share this contents au cause most of these designs I’m really proud of so…

Here featuring n1ght_gg Spider-Man :3

#marvel #marvelau #fanart #original character #oc #original art #my art #illustration #art #marvel fanart #marvel avengers #mcu #marvel comics

1 note · View note

ace-of-garlic-breads · 1 year

Text

headcanons

Some OC art (well kinda it is a Marvel AU) (5/7 are Canon marvel characters and 2 are my OCs (Lillianna and Robyn)) Harry, Gwen, MJ, and Robyn are all the same age (15) Lillianna is one year older and Miles is a year younger Miles has just gotten his spider powers at 14 (like a couple months before he became friends with the rest of the skittles), Peter and Gwen got theirs at the same time. Lillianna was born with hers and the rest are semi-Powerless. (MJ has her genius and Harry has symbiote remnants. and Robyn has potential for powers in the future if I so please)

#marvel #marvelau #ocart #peterparker #gwenstacy #harryosborn #milesmorales #lilliannaspruce #robynwelles

0 notes

jokerdumire · 2 years

Photo

My primary costume for the year. Doctor Strange! I even wrote up my own AU for Dr Strange of Earth 54-26 at the end of this post! It was fun. #halloweencostumes #drstrange #marvelau #fanfics #fun #costume https://www.instagram.com/p/CjqiuW-uniw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#halloweencostumes #drstrange #marvelau #fanfics #fun #costume

0 notes

marvelwhore2023 · 8 months

Text

BLACK WIDOW SERIES AU

Natasha Romanoff x GN Reader

Summary - natasha is the ceo of a designer fashion brand Black Widow , you are her Creative Director and apparently the bane of her existence. She bullies you on the daily and makes you slowly loathe her to the point you break and have a full blown argument with her in her office

---------------

Natasha sat in her thoughts all morning, debating wether to just walk down the hall to your office . She would be lying if she said she didn't feel some relief from confessing her feelings last night, but she also knows her behaviour wasn't the best course of action and she was prepared to apologise everyday until you forgave her but she couldn't move from her chair so instead she called for Maria .

"do you need something ?" Maria questioned, entering the office "yes will you drop this down to y/n's office for me please she needs to sign off on a few things" Maria knew Natasha didn't just want you to sign a few things ..she could've just made Maria email you "sureeee but I don't think she's in yet" Natasha checked the clock and it was ten past when you would normally arrive "but she is usually early ?" It wasn't so much a question more of a worry to which Maria just shrugged and left the office .

You were late..in fact you didn't bother showing up today . You asked Wanda to collect a few bits from your desk that evening and drop them over to your place .

"Hey , thanks for grabbing these for me , I appreciate it" you thanked as soon as you opened the door to the shorter brunette "you know I don't mind doing it , how are you ?" She asked, giving you her best sympathetic smile she usually gives you when she knows you are having a hard time.

"Ah, I'm fine , I just couldn't face the office today," you replied , plopping down onto your couch and waiting for Wanda to join, which she did. "You mean her ?" you nodded "she came by your office you know" Wanda commented "to scold me for how I spoke to her I'm sure" you scoffed "actually no" Wanda interrupted "she came when I was gathering your things and asked where you were and if you were sick"

Natasha suddenly being nice to you was a shock for sure, but you had a feeling it was only so she could keep you on as creative director for the show seems as you practically organised it all yourself

"what did you say" Wanda smirked "I told her you were taking a well deserved day off and left her standing at your office door like a lost puppy" Wanda was proud when she told you what she said to your boss and you laughed along with her "ill probably get fired but I don't care" Wanda shrugged , you shook your head and replied "no she won't fire you , she can't afford to lose her best receptionist slash model" you teased "it was ONE cover shoot y/n let it go !" You laughed when Wanda dramatically slapped your arm "hey I'm just saying your a sight for sore eyes we could use your bone structure on the cover more" Wanda did her signature dramatic bow and giggled "right well I better go , Vis will be waiting for me" you nodded and showed your friend to the door .

The next morning, you knew you would have to go to work because you had a shoot with one of the models , Yelena ... who just so happened to be Natashas, much nicer sister .

Walking down the corridor you passed Natashas office , you locked eyes for a second before looking away and ignoring her stare , when you entered the room you use for shoots Yelena was in the chair getting her hair and make up done "heyyy" Yelena greeted with a smile "my favorite little Russian, how are you" You smiled and replied "good , ready for this shoot im looking forward to it"

Halfway through the shoot , Natasha showed up . You groaned internally and just tried to ignore her presence until she was standing right beside you "are you going to try ignore me for forever ? we work together that's not exactly possible y/n" she whisper spoke so not to interrupt the people working "yes actually that's the plan" you replied shortly , Natasha sighed heavily "Look I know I deserve the cold shoulder but there's still a level of professionalism I'd like to maintain so it's not exactly peachy when staff see the way you behave towards me" you scoffed and shook your head

Unbelievable

"maybe you should have thought about that before you behaved like a child" you snapped and moved away from her , otherwise your sure you would've punched her in her pretty face

Yelena watched your encounter with her sister carefully and when you approached her while she was changing into the next outfit she questioned you "she's trying her best to apologise you know" you sighed but didn't reply . You hated the fact people in work knew and even talked about your very clear tension with Natasha "I know she is a bitch trust me , I'm her sister I can say that but she isn't great with emotion , our family wasn't exactly all loving"

"you turned out alright" you shot back teasingly and yelena chuckled "yeah well I didn't work for our step father for ten years so I wasn't molded into a cold heartless-sister! I was just telling y/n here that I'm going to be joining you at the show at the end of the month" your not exactly sure Natasha believed yelena wasn't talking about her but she didn't question it "yes , I left the guest list on her desk but she didn't show up to work yesterday " you rolled your eyes "I read it this morning" Yelena looked between the two of you and could feel the tension burning and not the hot kind.

Over the next two weeks Natasha tried her best to be kind and understanding of your snappy and cold demeanour towards her but you couldn't care less for her new personality change , you despised her and even more so now that she was trying to be nice .

"this is great team thank you and you can all go home early this evening and enjoy your weekends" Natasha said at the end of the meeting , people were happily chatting while leaving the room where as you just went straight back to your office .

You lifted your head when you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye standing at your office door "hey , coffee" Maria said holding up the to go cup and placing it on your desk "thanks Maria" she nodded "don't thank me , Natasha got it for you" You stopped mid sip "like she physically went to an actual coffee shop and bought me a coffee " you asked surprised and Maria nodded "she did ..she also went out of her way to ask the barista your usual" you knew what Maria was trying to do and you weren't falling for it "are you trying to soften the blow as her friend or mine" Maria shrugged "how about both? , ill see you later heading off for the night" you said goodbye to Maria and began packing up yourself to go home , you refused to do anymore late nights for the sake of Natasha doing less work.

On your way out you could hear Natasha on the phone , you would be lying if you said you didn't stand and listen in for a couple of seconds .

"I understand your a shareholder but this is my company , I'm not letting you come in and change things just because you threw a little money at it Dreykov ! No ! NO, I'm doing things my way, and if you don't like that, then pull out. I refuse to be controlled by you any longer !" You quickly left before she noticed you were standing there listening .

Dreykov ..that must be her stepfather .

*time skip two weeks*

Spain was the option Natasha chose for the show and you can't say your complaining . Although it was a winter collection, you were enjoying the sun on your face as you walked from the car to your hotel .

You , Wanda , Maria and Natasha were staying in the hotel closest to the venue and of course it was one of the more expensive ones ...billed to the company .

Natasha had you orgainse a make up and hair team for you all but you passed on that group activity , you didn't want to spend anymore time with that woman than you had to so you just got ready in your hotel room .

Once you were finished and ready you went to check on the progress of the women , entering the room the sting of hairspray hit your eyes and you could smell several different types of perfume and products floating around the room .

"are you all nearly finished , we have an hour until we have to be at the venue" you asked , walking around to face the three women "woah y/n you look so good!!" Wanda fangirled , spinning you around to get a good look , you decided to go all out as much as you hate dressing fancy you loved this black tailored suit Tony made and it went perfect with your blonde hair .

"yeah y/n you look smoking , don't they Nat" Maria added , elbowing Natasha who was blushing a little too much for her liking while she tried to focus on her phone "yeah , y-you look lovely y/n" Nat stuttered. You cleared your throat awkwardly and changed the subject "Hurry up or ill leave without you all" you warned .

Walking through the floods of paparazzi and into the venue you could see a sea full of famous faces , you greeted some you were familiar with and organised for the waiters to begin bringing out beverages and such to the guests .

"it seems a bit weird to have a winter collection presented in one of the hottest countries" you heard from someone behind you and you couldn't help but scoff in agreement you just hoped it didn't put too much of a downer on the show .

As the show began you were back stage making sure eveything ran smoothly , Tony had the models dressed and lined up ready to begin the walk . The music started and the first set of models were sent out . Eveything running as smooth as pie until ...

"what the hell is dreykov doing here!?" Natasha whisper shouted at Maria who just shrugged confused "I have no idea!" Natasha looked around with a panicked expression as Dreykov found his way backstage , Natasha hot on his tail .

"Ah , look at all these beautiful models , hello sexy girl" Dreykov spoke , his Russian accent flowing freely from his mouth "excuse me , this area is restricted" you spoke , standing infront of him so he couldn't come any further as models were changing clothes freely backstage "relax your pretty little head , I'm an investor" he replied , trying to cop a look at a half dressed model

"Dreykov!" Natasha snapped , finally making her way backstage."You are not supposed to be here" Dreykov waved his hand infront of Natashas face in an attempt to shut her up "no I've had enough , security! Remove this man now" you demanded "get your hands off of me!" He shouted causing heads to turn , you shushed him , getting into his face "Dreykov is it ? so your going to get the fuck out of my event and if you don't leave I'm going to have you dragged out of here by the stitches of your very expensive suit , got it ?"

Dreykov was about to protest until he spotted the two very muscular security guards behind you and the crowd of all his peers behind the curtain who would just love a scandal to converse about , he nodded and held his hands up in surrender , taking his pose with him "make sure they leave the building" you told the security who followed the older man .

Natasha hadn't got the courage to confront Dreykov and watching you do it made her heart beat ten times faster "thank you" she whispered and you gave her a small nod of acknowledgement before turning your attention back to the models .

Three hours later the show was coming to an end and the only thing left was for Natasha to give her usual end of show speech and thank the many faces she invited , the music was lowered and Natasha took the stage , after an audience of applause she spoke

"Thank you all for coming , I hope to see some of your names on our books this coming winter" she teased making the crowd laugh "I won't hold you all long I just want to thank everyone involved , the designers , our beautiful models and most importantly" she paused and caught your eyes , you couldn't read her expression but she cleared her throat and smiled softly then continued

"Most importantly I want to thank my creative director , Y/N Y/L/N . They have done a better job at basically running the brand than I ever could have , their determination and creativity surprises me everyday and without them none of this would have been possible so please , a round of applause for Y/N and their hard work" Natasha herself began to clap for you , you blushed from all the attention on you but plucked up enough courage to give a little bow and wave to the crowd .

Once you got back to the hotel with the four women you decided a drink at the bar was more than deserved but when you seen your red headed boss sitting there alone you hesitated for a second .

fuck it

You approached and sat on a seat one away from her and ordered your drink , she looked up from her phone to acknowledge you "hi" you thanked the bartender for your drink "hi" you replied , sipping your drink .

"I'm sorry if my speech made you uncomfortable but it was the truth ..all of it" Natasha confessed

You couldn't help the awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach , Natasha was getting good at confessing her thoughts and feelings and to be honest it didn't so much upset you anymore than it did confuse you

"No i-it , it was a nice speech" you stuttered , you turned to her "but why" you questioned , secretly dying to know why she's suddenly changed overnight and it can't just be because of her so called crush on you .

"I'm sure Yelena has told you about our step father - well he - I let him control my life for a long time and it wasn't until you called me out on my shit that I realised I had turned into the person he wanted and that is not the person I want to be anymore"

you nodded , showing Natasha you were listening . you wanted to tell her that it's too late for apologises and she's a grown ass adult but you knew better and if you were honest you were sick of being petty towards her, you still didn't like her but being hateful isn't who you are .

"I just really want you to know how sorry I am and I understand if you want to leave , I will give you whatever recommendations you need and i-" you interrupted Natasha before she could finish "I'm not leaving , I love my job at this company . Yes my boss is an ass ..was an ass" Nat chuckled a little "but if I was going to leave because of your behaviour I would've left a long time ago" you assured "plus I think you would all fall apart without me" you joked to break the ice "that is very true" Natasha laughed "can we at least be civil?" She practically beg .

"we can be civil if you can work as a team player" she smiled at you fondly "I can do that" you clicked glasses and continued to drink your drink , sitting next to each other in a sort of comfortable silence .

Taglist - @marvelogic @marvelwomen-simp

#marvelau #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff

103 notes · View notes