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Miguel's Secret

Miles and Gwen venture into a large storage room in the spider society, finding secrets long hidden from the rest of the society by Miguel.

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"We shouldn't be back here. I already made a bad first impression with Miguel back there and now he's gonna want to actually kill me. Who knows? Maybe he'll throw a chair at me next time instead of food-"

"Shh" Gwen silenced him, before glancing around and shining her phone light on the various boxes that had been discarded in the room.

Her light settled on the end of the room, where a curtain had been hung from the ceiling and drawn closed, as if to hide something. She started walking towards it, only for Miles to catch a grip of her wrist.

"Miles, let go" She huffed in annoyance at her friend's protectiveness.

"What if it's something you really don't want to see?" He said, looking concerned.

"It won't be. It'll probably just be some more boxes. I wanna check though." She replied. Miles' eyes flickered between the white curtain sheet and Gwen before he sighed deeply and let go of her. He remained close behind her as she advanced to the curtains.

Gwen took a deep breath, held it, then pulled the curtain back, revealing a woman lying down on an examination table. Upon further inspection, the two realised she wasn't a human but a very realistic-looking robot, judging by the red ring on the side of her head.

Miles let out a profanity while Gwen gasped in freight. "Okay, not a dead body but still just as creepy" He whispered.

Gwen stepped closer to the robot, pressing the red ring which changed to blue, and the robot woke up...

(Switch to first person)

My eyes gently opened at the sound of voices. Two young voices, one male, one female. Both sounded scared. I slowly moved my head in their direction. I looked between the two teens, not recognising their faces. I gently sat up, after not moving in so long, I felt stiff. By now, the teenagers were less scared and more defensive.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The boy asked.

I gave him a kind and gentle smile. "I am Y/n. And you?"

"Miles"

"Gwen" The girl added.

I got off the table and looked around the dark area. "Where...where am I?"

Gwen and Miles looked at each other to exchange looks only they understood. Gwen answered me.

"You're in the Spider Society's basement, or should I say the storage room"

I grew sad. Where was I locked inside the storage room. And then the last moments of my last encounter of seeing light came back to me. I could still remember every detail of his face, my creator, Miguel O'Hara. "Miguel..." I whispered to myself, but Gwen and Miles heard me.

"You know Miguel?" Gwen asked.

"Why, of course. I was his Ai after all" I smiled sadly.

"A second Ai of Miguel's?" Miles tilted his head.

"I was Miguel's first Ai assistant, just before he made Lyla. The only reason he never mentions me is because I had a defect. Or, at least, that's what he called it. Miguel had programmed me to do a number of things, which involved making him breakfast and helping him with his work. He had made me a physical body, which looked so human sometimes it even tricked him. I would end up having to remind him I wasn't a real person." I sighed and looked down at my hands as I continued.

"My defect seemed to be a certain emotion. The first time I had ever displayed it, was the last because Miguel immediately stopped me and told me to sit down in the examination chair so he could check everything was alright. He told me to close my eyes and now I'm here. It seems he had shut me down for a while. Ever since I've been shut down, I've been searching for a reason as to why he would shut me down but-"

"He thought you fell in love with him" Gwen stated.

I looked up at her surprised. "What?" I whispered.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Gwen pressed.

"Gwen, I don't think you should be nailing her with questions like this" Miles said, looking worried.

"No, we need to know"

"We really don't"

"You love him" Gwen ignored Miles, stepping closer to me causing me to step back.

"I.."

"Gwen, stop it"

"Your hesitation just confirms it. You fell in love and he killed you for it" Gwen stated.

"Gwen!" Miles scolded, not believing she had just said that.

I looked down solemnly. "Death is never our own decision" I said.

"You poor AI" Gwen sighed, turning to Miles. "Does Miguel know she's awake?"

"Let's hope not."

Part Two

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Dad!Tony Stark x Son!Male Reader (PLATONIC!)

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I surprisingly enjoyed writing this. It’s been about a year since I’ve watched the Marvel movies so my memory is pretty rusty, please let me know if I’ve mixed anything up and I’ll give it a quick fix. Also, I’m not from America so I’m not sure with their states/cities so please point out any mistakes I might’ve made.

Y/N's POV:

Things used to be good between my dad and I, but ever since Peter had shown up, all his attention had stuck on him. It wasn’t all too noticeable at first, we would still hang out when he was free, spending our Saturday nights watching movies together.

Though it only took a few weeks for him to start to brush me off more. Similar excuses each time he rescheduled our weekly plans. “I have improvements to add to Peter’s suit.” “I’ve got work to finish with Peter.” “Peter needs help getting used to the suit.” Peter this, Peter that.

It was like Peter was his son and not me. Just like that, I was thrown into the background, a minor thought in the back of his mind, it was like he no longer cared for me.

~~~

We had a recital coming up really soon, one I had expressed my excitement to my dad before for. He used to be so proud, so ecstatic to eventually see me up on stage. I hoped this would be the push he needed to give me the attention I had so easily and so quickly lost.

Dad was downstairs in his workshop, that’s where he usually was, always working on something new to dazzle the public with. I slowly open the glass door, stepping in as he speaks up. “Peter, you’re finally here. Here, try this-” He turns around, a metal plate in his hand as he props it towards me.

“Oh Y/N. Sorry about that, what do you need?” He turns back around, placing the metal back down, keeping his attention on his creation. I silently sigh as I walk over to him, taking the folded poster out of my pocket. I hand the piece of paper to him, his eyebrows raised in confusion before reading through it.

“The recitals in a couple days, I know how excited you were to come see me, and I’d love for you to be there” He smiles, stuffing the paper into his shirt pocket. “Of course I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kid.” I can’t help the smile that grows on my face, “Thanks dad. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Dad sent a smile back my way before I swiftly left his workshop, excitedly practising my songs in my room for the upcoming day.

~~~

The day I had longed for had finally arrived. It was around 6:30pm and I was currently backstage, I was going up on stage in only half an hour. I had been practising the whole year for this recital and I was determined to perfectly execute it. I couldn’t wait for dad to see the progress I had made.

Some time had passed, the curtains would open in 5 minutes, parents and friends of the people performing with me had started to fill the seats. I looked out from the slight gap in the curtains, hoping to see my dad amongst the growing crowd.

My eyes darted across the plethora of seats, filled with unfamiliar faces. I deflate as I can’t find him, hoping, praying he was just running late.

We got into our places behind the curtains, a countdown being played in our headsets before the curtains swung open. I noticed my friends looking around for the people they invited, their faces lighting up when they did. I followed suit, taking another quick look over the crowd, never finding my dad though.

My heart pangs at the realisation, he wasn’t here, he didn't come to see me perform. Whatever. I could do this without him, I didn’t need him to make this my greatest performance. And so that’s what I did, I put my all into everything. Making it a performance he would regret not coming to see.

~~~

The recital lasted about an hour, my friends walking out with me into the cold night. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the heating anger I felt in the enclosed room. As my friends split up, they waved goodbye as they hopped into their parents cars, driving off to their homes.

I sat there, sitting on the staircase leading to the doors of the building. Usually dad would send Happy or even Pepper to come pick me up from things he wasn’t able to. But after sitting out on the chilling night, it became apparent that he wasn’t coming, no one was. I take one last look at my phone, the lack of notifications making me sigh.

Defeated, I picked up my belongings and started my journey among the dark streets of Manhattan. I dragged myself back home, walking almost sluggishly as my mind raced. Did he care? Why else wouldn’t he come? Did I do something wrong? Anger him? Maybe it was my fault he didn’t show up. Maybe something came up. But why didn’t he message me to let me know.

I’m brought out of my thoughts at the feeling of something escaping my eyes, and the taste of salt falls onto my upper lip. Fuck. I wipe my cheek, setting my mind on making it home, not wanting to fall apart on the side of the streets. I wasn’t far anyways, only another 20 minutes until I would be back home.

~~~

As I reach the front door, I unlock it with my spare keys before walking in. “Good evening, Y/N.” I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y’s robotic voice shoot from the speaker beside me. I smile slightly. “Hey Friday.” I walk to the kitchen to pour myself some water, after taking a sip I ask. “Friday?” “Yes Sir?” I look around the lit house. “Where’s dad?”

It takes a second for her to answer. “He’s in his workshop.” I nod, thanking her as I start to make my way there. Before reaching the stairs though, the sound of two voices makes its way through the glass. Dad’s laugh booming as a young boy’s follows. I didn’t even have to see him to know who was down there. Peter. I sigh, I guess I knew why dad didn't come now.

I step back up the stairs, ignoring the two as I bee-line to my room. I throw my bag onto the floor, changing my clothes as tears start to well up in my eyes once again. I curse myself, putting my clothes away before falling into bed, muffling my sniffles with one of my pillows.

“Friday. Lock my door please.” I hear her voice once more “Of course.” before the sound of a ‘click’ comes from the mechanical door. I groan into my pillow, lying to my side as I closed my eyes.

~~~

The whole night, I had thought long and hard, messaging one of my closest friends about what was going on. He offered to let me stay at his place, for as long as I needed to. We spoke about it all last night, planning for him to come pick me up tonight. It wasn’t too long of a drive, less than an hour. He lived in Hillsdale, a nice change in scenery.

I stayed in my room, packing my things in a suitcase I would use when dad and I went on his “Business trips”. Once packing all the things I wanted to take with me, I stuffed the case under my bed. I groggily walk into the kitchen, look around and not see dad anywhere. I mutter before cooking breakfast for myself.

He was probably in his workshop, working on god knows what now. He hadn’t bothered to check up on me last night, not even to make sure I made it home safely and now he hadn’t bothered to greet me. Finishing my food, I stomp back into my room, eating my food as all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to leave this stupid house.

~~~

When night arrives, I sneak to the front door, suitcase and an extra backpack in my hands. It’s not like dad would’ve noticed anyways, he was still busy ‘working’ I sigh as I open the front door, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice stopping me. “Where are you going this late at night, Y/N?” I checked my watch, it was only 9:30.

“I’m having a sleepover at a friend's place.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies with something along the lines of “Have fun.” I scattered out the door and looked around for the car my friend drove, once it came into view, I made my way to it. “Hey man, you got everything?” I nod as I place my luggage in the back seat, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, thanks for this.” I buckle my seatbelt before turning to him. “Of course, I’m here for you man.” The ride to his house is mostly silent besides the quiet music playing from the car’s speaker. I lean my head back, taking out my phone as I distract myself on the long drive.

~~~

A week had passed when my phone started to blow up, messages from friends and people from school filled my inbox. “Hey, are you okay?” “Where are you?” “I haven't seen you in a while, are you alright?” However, nothing from dad. I make sure my location is turned off before continuing with my day, sitting down to watch some T.V. I scroll through channels, my eyes landing on my name on a news headline, I put down the remote as I read the whole heading.

“Y/N Stark, Son of Tony Stark, has been reported missing.” An explanation of the time of my ‘disappearance’ was reported, including the places I would most often hang out and where I was last seen, at the performance theatre our school had rented out for the recital. Shit.

I hear my friend’s footsteps behind me, “I think it might be time for you to go back, everyone’s worried sick.” My phone rings over and over again with messages, calls, mentions on social media. Everyone asked about the news and if I was okay. I shut down my phone, shoving it in my back pocket. “Yeah, maybe.”

I hear a familiar voice play on the T.V behind me, I shoot back around to face it as I see my father being harassed by paparazzi. Microphones and cameras in his face as he tries to get into his car. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” “Do you have anything to do with Y/N’s disappearance?” “Is he alive?” “Do you have any information on Y/N’s whereabouts?” A frown appears on my face as he looks at the camera, his eyes sunken and dark and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I know as much as you guys do.” He aggressively replies. “And if the lot of you don’t leave, I’ll have you all jobless by tomorrow.” The voices quiet down, interviewers walking away from the car he got into, the engine starting with a roar.

I sigh, I never meant for it to go this far. “Let’s go” I leave to pack my stuff back up again.

~~~

It’s late at night as my friend parks in front of my house, I see extra security put up to keep the paparazzi out. I turn to my friend, thanking him before stepping out of the vehicle, I pull out my luggage, walking towards the gate. As I open it, I trudge up the long driveway to the house. Making it to the top, I drop my bags beside me, taking deep breaths as the steep walk winded me.

I bring them back into my hands, pulling them to the front door. I try to quietly open the lock, keys jingling as I hear the slight ‘click’ to indicate the door unlocking. I push against the handle, pulling my bags in as I hear shuffling in the room near me.

I looked over to the living room, my dad curled into himself, maps, documents and holograms covering the table. My heart wrenches at his appearance, the lack of sleep evident on his face and scruffed hair.

I pull my bags over to the staircase. “Y/N?” Fast footsteps approach me as I turn to the noise. I can’t help the bittersweet smile that makes its way onto my mouth as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes darted across my face, looking for any sign of injury. His arms wrap around me, tightening as I feel his relieved breaths escape him.

I hug back, head shoved into his chest as I hold onto him. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for this-” “No, no, no, no.” He repeats sullenly “It’s my fault, I shouldn't have done what I did, I’m so sorry.” I chuckle as I shake my head. “Please forgive me Y/N.” I let out a short breathy laugh. “Of course, I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it, I never wanted to worry you.”

He smiles, “I never wanted to make you think I didn’t care about you. You’re my son. So much more important than anyone, especially Peter.” He rubs a hand against my back. “You’re my top priority, and I’ll make sure you never doubt that again.” “Thank you.”

That night was spent in the living room, we spoke to each other, explaining how the situation affected us both. The both of us understanding the other’s view, making sure to talk about what’s going on next time. We talk for a while, sleep only falling upon us hours later.

As I start to yawn, dad brings my head to his chest. My eyes drift shut as I fall asleep in his arms, the same way I used to when I was younger.

~~~

It had been about a month since the whole ordeal. News of a new recital making its way into school newsletters and I was beaming. I couldn’t wait, this time being able to truly showcase my abilities with my dad being there to witness it.

Once arriving home, I quickly threw my bag on the floor in front of the door. I rush down the stairs after, opening the door with a little more patience so as to not startle my dad. “Hey dad!” I close the door behind me, making my way to his workstation.

“Hey kid, what’s up?” He turns from his work, leaning back against the table as he looks at me. I handed him the poster I had borrowed from one of the drama students. He reads through it, eyes tracing each word before lifting his head back up to me. “Another one?” He holds a wide smile on his face as he drops his hand down.

“Yeah, you better come to this one.” He laughs at my playful jab, nodding as he holds the poster close to him. “I’ll be there, I promise.” I nod. “Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” “Of course.” He lightly responds, pulling me into a hug.

~~~

It was yet again, time for me to perform. I couldn’t wait, knowing my dad would definitely be out there this time. As we get ready on the stage, I take a quick glance at the crowd, my eyes landing on my dad, sitting in the middle of the front row. I chuckle to myself, of course he was.

As the curtains draw open, I can’t help but smile at the proud look he gives me. As the group starts to sing, I look down at him, both of his hands presenting a thumbs-up. My heart warms at the action. He turns to the parent to the left of him, whispering something. I only catch onto a couple words “That- -y son-.” He points up to me, a look of admiration plastered across his face.

A/N: I wrote this entire thing in one day, it only took me about 5 hours. And it’s somehow my longest fic yet. It's not proof-read tho so apologies for anything that doesn't make sense or anything like that.

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Steve Rogers x Reader (matchmaker) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

you were the healer for the Avengers. you healed them after their heroic fights, tough missions, and the occasional training session gone south. Other than that you mostly stayed around the tower, going down to help Tony with some of his inventions or Bruce with an occasional experiment or two. you loved the Avengers like a family but there was a certain captain you loved a bit more than that. you walked into the training room with Clint to see Steve and Nat training on the mat, you stood there admiring Steve. he was wearing a small grey tank top that showed his muscles and made him look like a model or some type of bodybuilder in your eyes, the seriousness on his face, as he focused on dodging Natasha's attacks, made him look adorable. so lost in your thoughts about him you hardly heard what Clint was talking about. "are you listening y/n?" Clint asks nudging your shoulder "Oh um ya sure you were saying something about your arrows" you say acting as if you had been listening. "uh huh, i was actually talking about how my kid got an A+ in science but that's close" he says with a laugh "sorry i got a little distracted" you say rubbing the back of your neck "i can see that, you know he's single right?" clint says with a smirk "whos single? i don't know who you mean because i certainly don't like anyone in this room. i mean i like everyone in this room just no one like that" you say a little louder then you'd hoped to, getting the attention of both steve and natasha. "so y/n has a crush?" nat teases blocking a punch from steve. "ok maybe i have one on someone, but you two only figured it out because you're trained to know how to get secrets out of people" you say trying to cover your failed crush hiding skills. "honey we don't need to be spy's to see that blush on your face" nat smirks "and to see you staring at steve" clint finishes causing steve to turn and look at you in slight confusion. while he was distracted looking at you he missed the chance to block one of natasha's kick's and it knocks him over a bit "ow why did you do that" he yelps holding the spot on his face where she had kicked "uh oh looks like he needs some healing of that'll cause a nasty bruise" natasha hints, smirking to clint who pushes you forward "you better go heal him, we'll leave you alone so there's no distractions" he says, both him and nat leaving the room snickering "steve are you alright?" you ask sitting next to him "ya its fine, she got me good though" he laughs before asking "so were you staring at me earlier? like clint said?" you look at him with a slight blush "yes, but not in a weird way, in an admiring you way" you say embarrassed "its ok, sometimes i actually admire you in an admiring way to" he says, trying to match your words. "maybe we could admire each other, together this Saturday at the coffee shop down the street?" you ask hopeful "that sounds great." he agrees, causing the butterflys in your stomach to flutter. "oh right i have to heal you" you say almost forgetting about the reason you two had started talking. you lifted your hand over his bruise and with a soft glow it healed "Thanks, ill never get over how amazing that is. How amazing you are" he says causing you to blush harder if that had even been possible "So um, i should probably go, i have to help tony with something." you say getting up "of course, but don't forget, Saturday" he reminds with a smile. you leave with a nod and a smile on your face. Steve sits there with a matching one on his face "so when is the wedding?" Natasha says suddenly appearing causing Steve to jump a little and glare before they return back to their together.

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The intruder (Loki x villain reader)

2020-11-11

You were assigned to steal classified data from the Avengers.

Loki was with the Avengers at this timeline, it was hard to adjust to this hero lifestyle for him but in the end it had to be done one way or another, nothing hard for the god of mischief right?

Just a normal day in the Avengers Headquarters

"good morning.." in his morning deep voice as he walks in the Livingroom, Tony took a quick glance at him then returned his attention at what's he’s doing before, "rough night?" Tony said as Loki began making his coffee, taking condensed milk out of the fridge “perhaps" 

sighing, taking a sip from the coffee he made.                                                        there’s a feeling in the back of his head that kept trying to steal Loki’s attention for the past 10 hours, yet Loki didn’t care enough.

Meanwhile

in another place.

"The plan is simple, get in, take the data from the central computer and leave" strictly said, rolling his eyes at me as he can sense my fear.

This wasn’t particularly the easiest mission as I had to break in The Avengers Headquarters... anyone would be scared or even terrified. Unfortunately, not everyone has the privilege to deny such orders... my life is in their hands at this point.

"it's not too complicated... it’s just in and out, BUT don't bother coming without the data... this is one of the most crucial missions for us" my villainous boss said, “why me?” I was getting annoyed, I knew I was playing with fire right now.

“because my dear, you are easy to dispose, nobody would even remember you” he laughed historically.

ouch

“Nevermind” I knew I was fighting a losing battle “Yes sir" Sault.

but know this, one thing about me... is I never leave a mission unfinished.

Back to the Avengers

Loki couldn’t brush off the weird feeling he’s been sensing lately, "the hell is wrong with me" Loki annoyance increased from this continuous insomnia and bizarre feelings, decided to busy himself and continue reading the book he was reading previously, hopefully this will tire him up.

At night in the Avengers Headquarters

Most of the Avengers were busy with missions or their own life's at this hour.

Staring at the wall while playing with anything that’s next to him at this point, insomnia is surly killing this god slowly, sighing.

meanwhile

"It's now or never" equipped with all the tools and gadgets you need, as it was your thing.

a scientist who got stuck in the wrong web at the wrong time, surly.

as I studied the plan carefully I knew for a fact that most of the Avengers should be occupied at this late hour.

Placing the glass cutter on the window gently.

I was a scientist but the experience I gained from working on the dark side gave me lots of skills and benefits that a normal citizen wouldn’t usually have...

as the glass cutter did it’s job, I gracefully got in.

Step one of the mission was done but... the danger only increased.

I knew exactly where all the cameras were located, Tony stark was not the only genius around.

Step two was for sure going to be tricky, for the central computer was located at the heart of the Headquarters.

Let’s hope everything goes according to plan...

with stealth yet grace I avoided every camera on my way, my nerves were on edge and not in a good way.

without any warnings, unwanted footsteps were getting closer.

Immediately stopping in my tracks, it seems like one of them is still awake, sneaking a peak through the wall to see it was the kitchen, the unfamiliar hero was searching for a snack.

FOR GODS SAKE it's 3 am just take the snack and leave.

peaking slowly again to see who I was dealing with... oh.. it's Loki.. the God of Mischief... Shit

Loki point of view

insomnia surprisingly winning against the god in this war, Loki doesn’t usually have this.. human.. problems.. maybe if I (loki) take a quick snack that would help...

heading towards the kitchen, the feeling out of nowhere starts to increase but why? he was too tired to entertain it. 

taking a cookie with some milk, this god loved some of the humans treats.

"human food is surely delicious" Loki cutely enjoying his cookie, giving the world no care at the moment.

The bizarre feeling raised so quickly to the point it hurts my head, putting me in my place for ignoring it all those hours.

how did I not notice? 

Back to you

SHit I need to take the other way before he discovers me, ASAP.

I am prepared for emergencies, I ALWAYS DO... MY NERVES ARE UP THE ROOF

There’s a problem tho... this route is quite dangerous, I could be discovered quite easily if I’m not careful enough.

I need to be quick

Loki POV

what the hell am I feeling! the hell is this sense... the more I walk this way the more I feel like I’m getting closer.

I’m going to listen to my feelings this time...

Back to you

there's no time to waste, I quickly ran to the central computer.

as I arrived I found it was protected by a password... of course. they updated the passcode, Fuck!

as I was decoding it, I heard footsteps! this was not good! at all.. 

I had no time, I did my plan B. plug this decoder and let it do it’s job while I hide myself!  Quickly I opened a vent and hid in it! I was small so it helped in a way.. I guess.

How did he know! I made sure to think of everything, I made this device especially for this god!  This is NERVE raking

A Telepath breaker...

if he doesn’t leave soon, I will have to make a distraction! but at all costs! I cannot be discovered.

I can’t fight him.

from here I can see him, he looked confused... searching for something.. of course that something was me but he won’t find me!

Rolling my eye’s... he’s taking his sweet time! Leave already! 

Loki pov

Loki knows he can trust his godly abilities, but right now it’s wasting his time... there’s nothing.

I need to go to bed.

walking away yet something pulling me, trying to make me stay but I still walked away... 

it’s a bit painful ngl.

back to you

Finally! 

hanging from the vent, I quickly land on the floor smoothly. the decoder thankfully did half the job! and they call my inventions garbage! look at that!

with a bit of decoding myself I finally unlocked the computer control center!

wasting no time, immediately running to the computer and plugging my hard drive, with a couple of codes I started uploading the data.

all I have to do now is wait.. the longest 10 minutes of my life.

1 minute remaining, why is it taking so long! ughh I gotta control my nerves or I might lose it for sure!!

99%

come on come on come onnn, FINALLY! disconnecting the hard drive and putting it in my bag. 

All that’s left is: ESCAPE.

we got a couple of problems...

1-the plan took longer than expected so all the timings of the other heroes are useless now...

2-where the fuck is Loki!

This is dangerous, but it’s all I got.. I’ll go where I came from.

Leaving the center for once, using my X-ray-heat vision glasses hopefully it works well... 

-cue mission impossible music-

as fast as possible yet as smooth as a cat I run through the hallways, trying to reach where I first arrived.

please let's not screw this up, the end of the hallway is GETTING closer... -crashing into a wall- a wall? how is that possible.. there was no wall the last time I looke- oh wait

Looking up to meet the eyes of the one and only... Loki.

Fuck

FUCK

“I never seen you here before little one” he said surprisingly in a sweet way, wait a second... did he say.. little one? I’m 20+ 

My face turns, from shock to offended to a panic.

Turning away, sprinting like my life depends on it... and IT DOES.

Can we run from a God? we’ll see in this episode of “look at this fool”

“wait a minu-” Loki said as his face turned concerned... still not grasping what actually happened and why he can’t access this human mind?

I need to survive...

one glance behind me and I see death chasing me...of course he’ll follow ! what the hell did you think???

trying to confuse him through his own building suddenly an Idea popped in my head!!! I got one of my gadgets, it can make me invisible!

at this point the reader is getting cocky with their gadgets.

Loki pov

They seem so... harmless, what could they do? Look at their height... they’re so..mini.

even their running is slow...they’re so cute... I can’t explain it.

I didn’t think of them as a threat till I saw the symbol behind their head.

shit

out of nowhere, they disappeared into thin air...

Your pov 

I found a hidden spot, I can hide in it for now. slowly realizing how lost I actually am, I studied this place like the back of my hand!! million times! I swear... yet this area wasn’t on the map.

Peaking, I felt like I was about to throw up from high nerves I am.

finally building the courage to get up from this corner of mine and start walking to the nearest exit, YET he appeared out of nowhere... fuck!

HE'S SO FREAKING TALL AHHH

I knew... if I get cought. it's over for me, this was supposed to be an easy mission...

calm down me. This is still not the end.

suddenly, he grabs my arms and holds me in a tight grip, I knew at this moment... I fucked up.

finally activating my antigravity device, immediately kicking him away.

Ignoring how funny he looked as he floated, what slipped my eyes was his smirk. it was ALL amusing to him... somehow.

"How about we settle this calmly... unless you want to wake the whole building and make it a bigger deal than it is. " I was surprised by his British accent? or elegant way of talking..

"Your choice?" he said with his charming smirk.

His smile can end my life alone

Stealing a quick glance at the nearest exit to me... this is going to be hard.

I frowned at this dilemma...

With a quick slide, I threw a gas bomb that blinded him temporarily.

My adrenaline was bumping like there's no tomorrow because it is my judgment day for sure...

Running without looking back to suddenly land on the wall with a thud... and a lot of pain.

a smirk spreads through his face, and he immediately knew my weakness.

Loki pinning me on the wall was the last thing I thought would happen.

at this moment, I knew my boss wanted me gone! I was just a spy... how can they assign me to a dangerous mission like this!

Almost reaching the window, once again, he teleports and pins me to the floor roughly.

I had only one trick remaining in my sleeves... a hallucinations device!

activating it, hoping it would work... once his eyes started to wide, I took the chance to push him away and run to the open window...

I was really scared now...

“My patience is running out darling, I’m giving you a second chance!” Loki warned, feeling scared now for sure.

“let’s see what we have here...” Loki was really powerful, that's for sure “A device that can block me, huh, clever” he smirked, but I can tell he's annoyed now with all my gadgets...

he took it off with ease, “at first, I wanted to take something else off," he had a dangerous yet sexy tone.."But let’s deal with this problem first, shall we?” his smirk sends a shiver down my spine.

He was confused for sure until he saw the little drone I activated. It held the hard drive I used.

Taking the chance to kick him in the nuts... any man weakness even a god at this point.

quickly running to the open window to simply... jump.

but you were falling... fast!

Focusing on my mind, "What a waste of a cute face... why did you have to be evil?" displaying a sad face...

"I saw your memories, and I know one thing... this is not your choice. " He breathes a bit. Everything happened so quickly.

as he put me down, he wastes no time to break the hard drive... as he sighed. "I honestly don't know what to do with you short human, we'll wait until sunrise," he said seriously.

of course that’s nothing to his godly speed, He caught us with ease. 

at least he was kind enough to share some cookies with me as we waited for the morning.

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I think there's 3 phrases misplaced here, but I hope I'm just hallucinating from the lack of sleep.

if there is a mistake.. I'm so sorry. I really tried.

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[we-dragons]

Chapter 18

My head throbs and my eyes are heavy as I rise from my position on the bed. My brain feels threaded with fog making it hard to process my surroundings.

"Was I...was I drugged?" I look around realizing I'm still in my room. I move out of the bed and try to use my legs. They fail me and I crumple to the floor a harsh thud follows me. I hiss in pain and curse every creature and fairy any tongue I can muster in the moment. Gripping onto the bed frame I pull myself. The door opens, I don't have to know who it is. I look up at the green-eyed traitor.

"What did you do to me? How long was I even out?"

"Long enough for us to remove the bangles from your arms and put them back in the box I found on your floor."

I pat my arms feeling for them for the stones. I feel stitches but nothing inside my skin. I don't feel the strange tug of power that urged me to become a part of them. My arms still hurt but not like before. I was healing much faster and I could feel it.

"Where did you put the box?" He narrows his eyes at me sauntering over, he lifts me up with ease and puts me back into bed. "Where is the box?" I repeat.

"Somewhere you don't need to know about yet. Your job is to rest. I have some of your Lady Grey tea steeping on the counter. And Molly is coming by later to give you some of your homework. I told her you are very sick and that you got me sick as well so she'll be leaving everything by the door."

"You drugged me and you are still playing nursemaid." I glare at him. "You perform non-consented surgery on me. I said I was going to be alright and you still did it. How could act like everything is alright?"

He doesn't answer me and turns to the door. He came back with my tea not much later. I stare at it, eyeing the liquid with suspicion. I don't drink it.

"Is your father looking over the bangles, is that why you look like you hiding something?"

The green-eyed menace gives me a slightly irritated look, he pulls up a chair and sits next to me. The tea is taken from me and placed on the nightstand.

"He looked at it, yes, but I got them back. If you really want to know. They are in a place only I know about. Away from harm, away from people who want it, and away from you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He doesn't answer. "Damian!" He shifts uncomfortably for a moment before hardening himself He leans forward elbows on his knees eyes obscured by his hands.

"You don't know what you looked like when you were there. Just hanging from the sky and then falling. You were fading. You nearly vanished and you were bleeding to the point those wretched things looked like they were consuming your blood. You were dying and you didn't look like you cared. We were going to take them out anyway but you woke up. A miracle in itself. You looked so dead when you woke up as well. And When I looked at them again those things were merging with you. I couldn't allow that."

"You had no right-"He shoots up banging his fist on the nightstand, the tea from my cup spilling over the edge.

"I had every right to save your selfless and humble ass from dying in my presence! What about me? What about how I was feeling about everything? It killed me to see you like that! What did you want me to do let you die and become something else?! Like hell I was going to do that!"

"I wasn't going to die!"

"Then what was happening?"

"I was just sick, it's like an allergy!"

"You can still die from an allergy!"

We scream at each other for god knows how long. We only stop when my voice goes sore and I start coughing so much I couldn't talk without hacking. Damian leaves the room to blow off steam while I drink the cold tea from my nightstand. Pleasantly still good and not drugged. I start to cry drinking the lukewarm water, thinking about my outburst. I know I was saying those things from fear and anger. Angry he didn't ask me, fearful that he...Maybe I should leave. I feel Nightmare come into the room. He comforts me with warm thoughts and images. Purring in my lap as he tries to wipe away my tears with his head.

"Maybe I'm being selfish Nightmare... It's been so long since I've had to worry about another human being in this way. What happens if he directly touches one? I'm scared to think what might happen to him..." I cup the Flerkin's face in my hands rubbing circles into his cheeks. "I should apologize. No doubt he won't outright forgive me for a while but I should at least try. We both are wrong in a way so it's only right." My eyes watch the door for any signs of movement or even his presence in the doorway. I see and feel nothing. I manifest a crutch and make my way to the door. Opening it I enter the hallway. It feels colder and darker than usual. I look to Nightmare to see if he senses anything wrong but he walks ahead and turns to the living room. He purrs.

I swallow my pride and hobble to the living room. Even with my cat on his lap, he doesn't seem happy. He sits on the love seat I had found a few weeks ago discarded because of a broken leg. I know he hears me, I see his eyes flicker just a moment before settling his focus on the cat. Not wanting to take up too much of his space I sit on the other side hands tucked into my lap. I don't say anything getting used to the silence before I speak.

"Thank you, for the tea."

He grunts, leaving the seat and taking my cat with him.

"Wait!" The desperate tone leaves my mouth before I know it and I'm griping onto the sleeve of his shirt. I bite my lip and look down letting go of him as I do. "I'm sorry, for yelling at you and for making it worse. You were only trying to help. I just think drugging me was going too far. I just...I'm scared something will happen to you like Jubilee."

I feel him sit back down closer to me this time.

"I've lost so many friends and family to these kinds of things. Jean was lost to the Phoenix Crystal, and before that, she took the lives of others under its influence. The infinity stones have done so much damage as well. Countless wars started because someone touched them. And in most humans the outcome of touching one is death. They have this whisper you know. They promise everything you could ever want. They want to be used. So if you tell me that they are in a safe place I believe you. I trust you. But you need to give them back before I leave."

"So you've decided to go." I lean on his shoulder looking down at our rings.

"I don't think I have a choice, I have a deal to complete remember?" His hand intertwines with mine. "But I'll come back I promise you that. No matter how long it takes."

We sit in silence again, the weight of unspoken frustrations, fear, and anger permeating the air around us. The atmosphere grows heavy with unresolved emotions, as if everything left unsaid has created an invisible barrier between us. It is in this moment that his head gently leans on top of mine, seeking solace and reassurance. The late morning sun finds its way through the city's natural fog, casting a warm, soft glow upon us - a gentle reminder that even amidst chaos and uncertainty, there is still beauty to be found.

Inhaling deeply, I allow myself to let go and surrender to the serenity enveloping us. Time seems to stand still as we bask in the warmth of each other's presence. Amidst the ambient noises fading into white noise background melodies and distant sirens echoing through labyrinthine streets, there exists an unwavering sense of peace that only arises in shared silence. As the late morning sun continues to filter through the fog, casting ethereal rays upon our entwined beings, I am reminded of the resilience and beauty we carry within ourselves. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that surround us, this moment serves as a gentle reminder that even amidst the chaos.

A knock at the door breaks the quiet like a knife, jolting us from our comfort. Startled, I exchange a confused glance with Damian before Molly's voice echoes through the hallway. "Hello! It's Molly here!" she announces, her tone filled with a mix of playfulness and annoyance. "You are lucky that you have a note from the doctors that say your immune system is crap and your grades are good. Because your attendance is shit." Molly unlocks the door with her spare key, causing it to swing open as she barges in carrying a folder filled with my homework along with bags from various clothing stores and patisseries. She drops the bags in front of us and points an accusatory finger at Damian. "You! Big, bad, and scary. Book it," she demands, her eyes narrowing at him. "I don't care if she's sick and you're her daytime nurse. I deserve time with my friend that you have monopolized since you met her. Yeah, she's fun," Molly jabs a thumb into her chest for emphasis, "But I saw her first." As I process Molly's words, a mixture of surprise and amusement washes over me. Damian shifts uncomfortably beside me, clearly taken aback by Molly's sudden intrusion and assertiveness. "Molly," I interject gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalates further. "Damian has been helping take care of me while I've been unwell. It doesn't mean he's taken you away from me." Molly stares at me incredulously for a moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine," she concedes reluctantly, throwing her hands up in defeat. "But next time, you are all mine" She plops herself down on the loveseat right between us, Molly begins rummaging through the bags she brought, revealing an array of new clothes and delectable pastries. "Alright," Molly grins mischievously. "Since Damian is here to stay, we might as well make the most of it. Let's have a fashion show and indulge in some sweet treats."

"Molly, I don't think I do that in my condition."

"None sense! Since you've been gone I've been tailoring outfits in your size and style. Where am I gonna get the chance to see you in them?! Never?"

"Molly-!" A cannoli is shoved in my face and not just any cannoli, a Cosseta's cannoli. "You know I think I'm feeling better."

"Y/N!" Damian's voice echoes confusion. "Your whole attitude changes for a cannoli"

"Noo~" Molly waves her finger at him. "Though desserts might be her weakness, there is only one place she can truly never say no to. And that is Cosseta's. Or has she not told you all of her favorite things?" I hear her snicker as I take a bite of the little piece of heaven I moan as the flavors of home hit my tongue.

"Is this a joke?" Damian Growls at Molly a murderous aura fills the air. "I know more about her than you."

"Then you know her favorite animated series isn't Gargoyles but a very RISQUÉ anime about two angles killing demons for money to heaven?"

"You're making this shit up she rewatches that show like it's her lifeblood!"

I shake my head at both of them and move Molly to where I am sitting. Making sure that they don't start a fight.

"While Panty Stocking is pretty good, and Gargoyles is a personal best you are both wrong. It's Samurai Jack."

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Molly Leaves hours later after poking and prodding me about how I've been. Often butting heads With Damian. The world seemed right in these moments. The sky now dimmed and the table was full of boxes that had been filled with desserts and food that was spilt during our time together. Though I was saddened to see my friend leave so soon, the green-eyed menace was ecstatic. As soon as the door gently closes behind her, he wraps his arms around my shoulders resting his head on one of them.

"I should've picked the work myself. That woman gets on my nerves."

"You seemed to like her at school."

"You haven't been on the phone with her for the last 3 days. Her voice is grating and she is persistently annoying." He makes a sound similar to a growl.

"Well, she is my best friend so you'll have to get used to her. I can't just avoid her." I move out of his arms and start cleaning up the room. He mumbles something and sets me on the couch.

"You get up and I'll drug you again." He cleans the room mumbling about Molly, I try not to laugh at how ridiculousness of it. When he finishes he comes to me and lays his head on my lap. His usual scowl was painted on his face.

"Are you angry at me or are you thinking?"

"Both." I smile at him.

"Pray tell, why are you angry with me?"

"A number of reasons come to mind," He pauses watching my face. "I don't want to tell you quite yet." I brush some of his hair from his face. Then something on the balcony catches my eye.

"Hey, Damian when was the last time you contacted home?" His gaze follows my own and his face turns red. With anger or embarrassment. But his brothers waving from the door seems to cause him to run around my apartment to close all my windows and blinds and make sure everything is locked as he saves the kitchen for last 'telling' them to leave.

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[localspiderboy]

Send in a character and a prompt/scenario and I'll write a drabble.

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[myfirstnameisagent]

✨ = fluff , ☠️ = dark/graphic material, 🌧 = sad , 🐱 = smut

ONESHOTS:

I WILL WAIT [ 🌧 ,✨ }

After finally getting you back after you disappeared with half of the population for five years, you find Tony struggled more then you realized.

note: I have challenged myself to write a marvel imagine for every taylor swift song. feel free to drop requests with your favorite song!

HEADCANONS:

none in the works yet, feel free to drop a request!

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[verybadatwriting]

Prompts I like

Here are some prompts I like. Feel free to suggest something using these. (ofc all credit goes to the og creators)

Reassuring partner (actions)

Reassuring partner (dialogue)

High pain tolerance (dialogue)

Injury (dialogue and actions)

Domestic fluff (actions and dialogue)

Softest love (dialogue and actions)

Grump/sunshine (dialogue)

Waking up (actions)

Protective Prompts (dialogue)

OTP Prompt Ideas (actions) (Please note: I will not be doing the sex ones.)

Emotionally Charged Sentence Starters (dialogue)

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue (dialogue and actions)

Threat/Help/ Wounded/Angst Prompts (dialogue and actions)

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[lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse]

Frayed

Summary: After getting badly injured, Matt decides you need some extra protection and won’t take no for an answer.

A/N: Sorry it’s been a little quiet recently - I’ve been a bit overwhelmed at work but all caught up now :) Matt Murdock deserves more love and so here this is. TW for vague descriptions of injury and blood. Please let me know what you think! 🖤

Masterlist I Requests

You awoke to a sharp pain slicing through the left side of your rib cage. Panicked, disoriented, and entirely afraid, you kicked out with a yell.

“Woah, woah,” warm hands stilled you but your location was so dark you struggled to find the source, “calm down. It’s me.”

That vague introduction did not help, the pain in your head chasing away the rational thoughts of how familiar the low voice was. The sharp sting of your side suddenly returned and you jerked back once more.

A low timbre of your name settled you once more and the sharp pain subsided. “You’re gonna make this worse if you keep moving,” your eyes were beginning to adjust and you could almost recognise the distant gaze of the man hovering over you, “I need you to stay still. This won’t take long.”

Finally, your brain put a name to the still foggy face. “Matt?” Some quirk of his lips told you of his relief at your ability to recognise him, a serious brain injury could at least be discounted. A little relieved at the sight of someone who wouldn’t be trying to hurt you, you let your head fall back into the softness beneath it. “What happened?”

A huff of air escaped him, the warmth of it spilling over the bare skin over your collarbones. You closed your eyes in some attempt to steel yourself from any reaction that may give you away; your still bleeding wounds should distract him from your other reactions to him, surely. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually?”

The almost scolding sound of his voice sent your lips pursing in consternation. Immediately, you went to defend yourself and explain your state and the events leading to it in some way that absolved you of sole responsibility. But, you couldn’t.

Thinking back to the events that immediately preceded your waking up you drew a blank. Well, almost. You could remember the pain and a fair amount of panic alongside it, but the circumstance escaped you.

Your answering silence, alongside the panicked uptick of your heart and the thousand other stress responses he could likely pick up on, spoke loud enough. In the end, he verbalised the answer for you; “you don’t remember?”

Wincing at the pull of the thread suturing you back together, you grit your teeth. “Do you have to sound so disapproving?”

A dark laugh met that, but no words. The silence surprised you. The pair of you often engaged in sarcastic exchanges to overshadow these more more morbid aspects of your existence. It was unlike him to allow this silence linger between you - silence a space that allowed quashed thoughts and feelings to bubble into stark reality.

In the silence, punctuated by the sting of your wounds, your eyes acclimatised your this new light. His features appeared in greater clarity, eyebrows drawn and lips pursed as he worked on you. His skin was splashed in shifting neon; purples, reds, and blues scattering rhythmically over his skin.

Where were you?

You sat up suddenly with this question. An immediate pain scratched through you at this jolting movement and warm, rough hands stilled you. One palm flattened against your back whilst the other gripped the crook of your elbow. “Slow down,” he all but grumbled, “you’ve lost a lot of blood.”

You ignored his concern and looked around, one hand gripping the back of the sofa in an admittedly feeble attempt to steady yourself. “Where are we?”

Looking back to him you watched a strange uncertainty pull at him, lips quirking as his jaw clenched. Eventually, he provided you your answer; “my apartment.“

“Oh,” you did not bother to hide your surprise.

Your meetings previously had always been of a more clandestine nature. Dark alleys and rooftops, stern and sardonic words shared over the hubbub of a city that never slept. You had seen his face only a handful of times, known his real name for only a few weeks, and a visit to his apartment seemed such a large leap.

“W-what happened?” You asked again, more concern lancing through you at the revelation of your location. “Why am I here?”

Another heavy sigh escaped him, hands leaving your now steadied figure to drag tiredly over his face. The rusted red of dried blood upon his hands widened your eyes. Without thinking, your hands darted forward to take hold of his.

You ignored the surprised catch of his breath at the feel of your hands and turned over his hand in yours. Thumb sweeping softly over the skin there, you struggled to ascertain the source of this stark amount of blood. “Are you hurt?”

He swallowed thickly, voice hoarse when he eventually replied. “It’s not mine.” Clearing his throat, he gently extracted his hand and stood. Collecting the scant and bloodied medical supplies he had scattered haphazardly around the pair of you, he moved to the sink. You watched him scrub his hands. His face appeared forced into stoicism yet still he looked haggard. More so than you had ever seen him, a surprise given the location should be so familiar to him.

In a voice unlike your usual, you timidly asked, “Matt, are you okay?”

A crash of something answered the question. His face split into an anger you could at least recognise. Leaning heavily against the counter, a ragged breath heaved from him and he directed sharp words at you. “No, I’m not okay,” a tremor rang through the words, blunting their sharpness somewhat. “I found you half-dead in some alleyway,” his shoulders hunched as his head dropped, voice rising in anger. “You need to be more careful!”

Defensive, against his tone despite the actions he had taken to save you tonight, you argued back. “What, like you?” You jabbed angrily. “You’re always so fucking careful.” You shifted from your place on the couch to dramatically stand and leave.

You didn’t need this from someone who had already spent so much of his life in similar states of injury.

You were going to leave, without so much as a thank you, and disappear back into the night. You were going to, but a fresh pain tore through your side and you collapsed back onto the sofa with a choked gasp.

He was before you again in an instant. So quickly, in fact, that you assumed you had briefly blacked out. “Are you finished?” He asked with a huff. The condescension of his tone was made bearable by the concern tightening his lips. One hand softly lifted your shirt, careful fingertips examining the landscape of torn skin. “You’ve torn a few stitches.”

You grimaced at that, you really didn’t want to have to sit through any more. “Will it be okay?”

Fingertips still surveying the damage, he gave you an answer that sent relief soothing through you. “It was only a couple,” he removed his fingers slowly, fingertips seeming to linger upon the unbroken skin of your ribs. “The others-“ the words cut off prematurely as he cleared his throat and shifted oddly in place. “The others should hold.”

Silence welled between you briefly and it felt so very heavy that you thoughtlessly broke it. “Thank you.”

His head jerked strangely in response, lips working oddly as he chewed over whatever response had sprung forth. Eventually, a few quiet words managed to escape him. “I need you to be more careful.”

The subtle difference between these words and those he had harshly thrown at you just moments prior stilled you.

You need to be more careful.

I need you to be more careful.

Your eventual response was whispered. “I’m not going to stop, Matt.” His jaw worked but no words left him; he had expected the answer but he didn’t like it. “You know that.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he told you when his voice, however hoarse, returned to him. “Just be careful.”

The request was helpless and he knew it. The world you chose to inhabit, that you both chose to inhabit, had little room for those that were too careful.

“I’ll try,” you supplied, voice wavering under the sudden and unexpected weight of this conversation.

The answer wasn’t enough. He leaned heavily forwards, a specific intensity to his expression that you had never seen before and were almost afraid to interpret. “Potter,” he provided, “my suit can stop knives, sometimes even bullets.” As he spoke he nodded to himself, seemingly attempting to convince himself that this solution would fix everything. “I’ll talk to him, he’ll make something for you.”

You were unconvinced. “I don’t know, Matt. He doesn’t know me, why would he do that?”

Matt was resolute. He needed this to work and seemed determined to force it to. “He will if I ask him.”

It was a moot point, arguing now was pointless. Matt had made up his mind, Potter would either agree or he wouldn’t. It didn’t matter in this moment. Besides, fatigue was swiftly catching up with you.

“Okay,” you half-heartedly agreed, a shrug shifting your shoulders.

Thumb and forefinger reaching to delicately grasp your chin, thumb absently swiping over your bottom lip, he smirked. “Thank you.”

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[8bitscarlet]

Witchcraft

Summary: You've found yourself falling deeper into a certain witch's spell. But no matter how strong the magic is, it seems that the two of you just keep missing each other.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (minor cussing)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is a fic for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest writing exchange. This one is for @mrsromanoff and the prompt: "I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you." Hope you like it!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours.*

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You never thought your three month assignment with the Avengers would've extended as long as it has. Missions went by with minimal injuries and maximum wins. You found yourself settling well into the chaos of the compound; the echoing boasts of Thor, the competitive edge of Danvers and the snark between Romanoff and Stark. When your three months were up, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that you immediately signed the contract from Stark, an official placement on the team.

Despite all of the alien blasters, Hydra experiments and Tony's benefit parties, nothing could've prepared you for a single person to rock your world. It started innocently enough; stolen glances at meals and ensuring you two were on the same mission team. As time continued, things turned less innocent; sneaking off during charity balls to suck face in the broom closet, you could recall a few times you were nearly caught in the back of the Quinjet. There was something about this woman. The way her fingers slithered through your hair, how those green eyes made your heart say yes, she stripped you bare.

You had convinced yourself it was witchcraft. It had to be.

Sitting with your cheek pressed against your fist, you find yourself doodling as Steve drones on in the background. Someone nudges you and as you turn, Wanda raises her brows when your eyes connect. With a groan, you raise the pen in your hand. Steve notices, stopping his spiel to look at you with a clenched jaw.

"With all due respect, Cap, we all got in at four this morning. Do we need a recap of the mission right now?"

Steve sighs, glancing at everyone and seeing them agreeing with you. You all had barely had time to unpack, let alone write your after action reports.

"Alright, Y/N. We'll go over how your pants tore mid-fight on Monday."

You point your pen at him, warning him as you watch his stupid smile fill his face. Bucky slaps your shoulders in gratitude, picking up Alpine onto his shoulders as he strides out to find Sam. Wanda's fingers gently brush yours as you walk side by side, sending an electric charge through your body.

"You know, when someone says 'with all due respect,' they really mean, 'kiss my ass'." Wanda glances at you with a sly smile.

Walking backwards towards the couch, you outstretch your arms with a grin, "Because that's what I meant, darling."

Chuckling, you roll over the back of the couch and plop down onto the cushions, your head landing perfectly on a pillow. Wanda lets out a scoff, knowing how many times it's taken you to actually land on the cushion and not the floor.

Flipping through the pages of her book, you watch her through half-closed eyes. A year ago you'd be asking what she was reading. A year ago, she'd curl up with you and explain it all. A year ago, you didn't have guilt eating at you.

Things a year ago were more than good between you. There might have even been a chance beyond friends with benefits. You knew you wanted that. Every time you looked at her, you couldn't stop your pounding heart or the warmth that grew in your stomach.

But you were stupid.

Chickening out every chance you had to ask her on an actual date rather than sneaking around to make her moan. You both had set ground rules, no strings attached. If it got too messy, you both had to call it quits. So, you convinced yourself it was better to quietly love her and keep her, than to tell the truth and lose her.

That was before the year long mission with Carol and Bucky. Before you realized how big of a mistake it was two months in. Before every day texts and video chats diminished to every other week, then every other month. Before you got back to the compound and saw her kissing up on some random benefactor at the Welcome Home Party. It was definitely before she started dating that walking toaster, Vision.

Luckily, he hadn't been around much the past month so watching them kiss and stare into each other's eyes was doable, mostly because you turned whenever you saw that stupid spark plug.

Four months since coming home, you've tried to fill the void the witch had created in your body, your soul. You went out with Carol and Bucky, prowling the town and the bar. Matching shot for shot some nights, waking up in random apartments other nights. Eventually Bucky did what you never did.

He asked Sam on a date and that left you and Carol. Until she started hooking up with Maria and dragged her along so you wouldn't be hitting the bars alone. You had made yourself a pity case.

"Do you need something?" Wanda cocks a brow at you, making a face at your prolonged staring.

You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush through your face, "You look a little sunburnt."

With a shrug and a chuckle, Wanda bookmarks her page as she places it down on the coffee table. Standing, she sits down on the couch, your body automatically scooting over to accommodate her. Holding out her red and glowing hand, you watch her pull off her rings, displaying the radiating tan lines running up and down her fingers. A laugh escapes you as you feel her hand slap against your chest.

"I didn't have anyone to put sunscreen on me!" She groans, "It burns!"

You guide your finger gently down her exposed arm, pressing in slightly to her warm skin. As you lift, you see the true color of her skin before it's bombarded with the glowing red of her burn. Glancing up, her green eyes watch you carefully, both of you not acknowledging the weight of her hand still on your chest.

"An aloe vera massage would do wonders," You whisper, "And I'm all out."

With a roll of her eyes, she leans back into your legs, "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know? When I tell people about you, that's the first thing I say."

Watching her float the remote to her awaiting hand, you grin, "Oho, so you're telling people about me, huh?"

"Please, check the ego there."

For the next moment, the two of you sit peacefully in each other's silence. Wanda was one who clung to those she trusted. When you came back, it was like she had superglued herself to you any time you walked into the room. It didn't help that you were still madly in love and she was taken.

Right now though, you watch her delicate fingers play with yours. Her eyes squinting with laughter as she watches her sitcoms, glancing to see if you're laughing as well.

A commercial echoes through the living room and Wanda lets out a sigh for attention, patting your thigh as she drops your hand. You don't move it as it lands atop her thigh, only gently stroke your thumb against the silky skin you wish could press against yours. Letting out a noise that you're both awake and paying attention to her, she glances over at you.

"Since you got Captain America to actually give us a free weekend, what's your plan tonight, casanova?"

You shrug, "I have early training with Bucky and-."

Wanda moves her whole body to face you, your hand slipping from her thigh as confusion spreads across her face. She lets out an unbelieving scoff,

"You're joking. You used to show up half drunk to training and still kick ass."

She's watching you carefully and you try to keep a neutral look on your face, she knows all of your quirks. Glancing up at her with a small grin, you pull your legs into you. Shifting yourself, you sit properly on the couch and run your hands through your hair.

"Just don't want to go out tonight. It's boring." You chuckle, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Why, no one catches your eye anymore?"

Another playful nudge and you sigh. All this playful teasing, these light touches. She has to know what she's doing.

Trying to keep a steady and nonchalant shrug, you shake your head,

"No one out there."

And you might've gotten away with it. Instead, you fell into the magnetic pull of those green eyes that cause you so much trouble. As your eyes land on hers, you can see the dilation within her pupils. Then the realization across her face. Her playful grin falls as she stares at you, blinking slowly.

"Y/N," She says slowly, "If you're doing what I think-."

You stand up quickly, your feet taking you to the other end of the coffee table. In two days you'll be gone and you'll be back in the place you hate being in right now. Placing your hands on your waist, you look up from your tapping foot.

"Wanda, I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you."

Silence meets your face. You watch her as she slowly nods at you, "That's exactly what you're doing."

Groaning, she slides her fingers through her hair, pinning it from her face. Wanda lets out a careful breath before looking up at you, "What happened to no strings?"

Slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration, you let out a scornful chuckle, "Come on, Wanda. You know those rules were bullshit! No strings means not going on exclusive trips to museums and restaurants!" You watch her eyes flicker around the room, trying to find a way to disprove what you're saying. "It means not staying up all night when the other is sick!"

Wanda stands up quickly and you can see the look on her face, she knows what you're getting to. Waving her hand to get you to shut up, she tries to get to the stairs but your words blurt from your mouth,

"It means not falling in love!"

Her feet stop carrying her towards the stairs, her body frozen in the middle of the compound. Carefully, you step towards her, leaning ever so slightly to try and catch her eyes. They're glazed over from your confession, trying to understand the implications.

"I left. I..." You suck in a shaky breath, "I thought it would be easier if I wasn't here. You were so adamant about no strings, Wands. I broke the only rule, why would I stay?"

Her head jerks back at your words, her brows furrowing deeply down her face. Without another second to keep talking, Wanda's feet pivot as she shoots a finger into your face. You jerk away from her advance, seeing the growing mist within her eyes as she shouts,

"That's why you left?"

The crack in her voice sends one through your heart.

She turns quickly, her hands violently wiping at the tears that have broken free. You clench your brows. She's angry at you? You're the one who's had to watch her prance around with Vision, you just a memory of romance. Just before she can grab her bag and leave, you call out,

"Well, you seem to have fared better than me!"

As the words leave your lips, you bite down hard and shut your eyes. A surprised choke exits Wanda's throat as she throws her purse back onto the side table, knocking over the decorative bowl of rocks. They scatter across the ground but she doesn't notice, all of her rage is pointing at you. Her fingers run violently through her auburn hair, looking like she wants to rip it out.

"You are infuriating!" She jabs a fingers at you, "Why think that?! Because I'm dating Vision? He's filling a void, dumbass!"

Her words stab into you as her stomps draw nearer, you can feel the heat of her anger. She's not done, she's not letting you off easy.

"Every time he touches me, every time he kisses me. God, Y/N! All I can see is your dumb face."

Wanda's heavy breath washes over you as she finally stops her assault, so close you can see the blue in her green eyes. Her body radiates out to you and you have to force your hands into your pocket to not grab her and kiss her. Your eyes dip to her lips but you see sadness that has quickly replaced the facade of anger. Making a small fist, she slams it into your chest as her head bows. Her arm slides down your body, hanging limply at her side as she looks to you.

"Why didn't you talk to me?"

Wanda's fingers twitch forward, wanting to grab onto you. You sigh, taking your hands from your pockets and resting them on your waist. Your confession was supposed to be more romantic than this. Instead, you brought up issues you both were trying to ignore. You were angry now at yourself, taking it all out on the person you loved. You'd spent too long with all of this pent up emotion though, and it was all pouring out in waves.

"I have to finish my requisition forms. Get my gear ready."

You don't have to look up to know what face Wanda is making at you. It's the same face she had when you left the first time. The way her brows clenched together in disbelief, the pain behind her reddened eyes that threatened to spill more tears, how her chin trembled as she tried to breathe.

Her voice barely passes a whisper but standing so close, you hear every broken syllable, "You're leaving again."

You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples as you feel your nose stuff up.

"You drop all of that on me and you're just going to turn around and leave?"

Shaking your head, you want this conversation to end. It's obvious where she is and it's not next to you.

"Don't you have a date or something?" You ask.

Wanda's been around you too long to not see exactly what you're doing. She lets out a chuckle, a lethal look in her eyes.

"No, you're right. And that date seems a hell of a lot better than this." Without another word, she snatches her purse from the table and starts to climb the stairs, leaving your feet frozen. Just as she reaches the middle of the staircase, she stops. You can feel her stare burning into you and as you look her way, you wish you hadn't.

"You're a coward."

Those words burn into your brain, rising through your ears and torture you for the rest of the day. The only thing you could think to do was slam your fists into the closest thing. The punching bags. People came and went, eyeing you try and punch away your frustrations to no avail. When the sun finally had sunk below the horizon, one Avenger had enough of your pity party.

"You know she's right." A voice comes from behind you.

You don't respond to them, just dodge the swaying bag. They walk into the room, stopping just inside of your peripheral.

"You're an idiot, you know."

With a chuckle, you sidestep the bag, "You need to be a little more specific."

"You're losing her again."

Another punch, "Uh huh."

Carol sighs next to you, "And you sent her away on her date."

"Yup."

She steps in front of the bag, stopping its movement and stares at you with determination in her eyes, "And you're not going after her?"

Avoiding her stare, you start to unwrap your hands, wiping at the sweat that pours down your face. Stopping, you can feel the cramp in your side and the throbbing of your knuckles. Chucking the wrap, you let out a shrug,

"Is there a point?"

Carol shoves the bag into you, grabbing your attention, "I am not going on another mission with you while you sulk. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Yeah. Guess what name I heard that whole year?"

You shake you head, licking your chapped lips as you search for water, "She didn't say it back."

You hear an exasperated chuckle from Carol, "Y'know Y/N, I'm going to go on a limb and say she wasn't expecting all of that to be thrown in her face."

Shooting her a glare, she keeps talking, "I'm saying this once. If you think this is going to be some cheesy Rom-Com where she bursts through those doors and confesses her love, you're more of an idiot than I thought." A finger jabs hard into your chest as you grimace, "You need to fix this."

Carol leaves you there with your head filled with more thoughts than before. Wanda was happy with Vision wasn't she? She hadn't talked about him much but you knew she had to be. Who were you to go and screw that up?

Night turned into morning and after staring up at your ceiling, you knew you weren't getting any sleep.

Sneaking down the stairs, you see everyone is still asleep. You take the opportunity to sit in more silence and wait for the coffee machine to finish steaming. The sun was just beginning to shine its red hues into the kitchen as you stood at the counter, twirling your empty mug. Lost in thought, you failed to hear the padding of feet coming down the stairs.

"I thought you had early training."

With a quiet chuckle, you lean into the counter, "You caught me."

In silence, you watch the witch pour in her coffee. The same amount of creamer and sugar every time, the same motions every morning since you've noticed her. Turning, she sees your mindless fingers twisting and turning your empty mug. Wanda raises her brows and holds out her hand,

"Refill?"

You hand over the mug and watch her work her magic on the black liquid, turning it into the caramel drink you love. Breathing in deeply, you watch the bubbles swirl around the liquid. You furrow your brows,

"I can never make mine taste-."

"We broke up."

Her words slam into you, your breath catching inside of your throat. Looking up, Wanda stands there in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if she had truly spoken or not. She looks up at you, her mouth closing as she realizes she doesn't know what she's doing.

"What? Wands, are you okay?" You start to stand to go and comfort her, you know they had a date yesterday. Did the son of a microwave hurt her?

Wanda's hand rises, stopping you in your tracks before she takes a quiet breath, "We broke up almost a month ago, Y/N."

Nodding at your obliviousness, you knock your knuckles against the counter as you press your lips into a thin line, "We're both liars then."

"Tell me you lied about the mission," She whispers, leaning into the counter. Her fingers laying gently across yours.

Your chest constricts as you sigh, "I didn't."

You watch her sullen nod, curling hair falling out of her messy bun as you gently graze your thumb across her knuckles. She quietly chuckles,

"We just missed each other."

Stopping your thumb, you clench your jaw. This isn't going to happen again.

"Wanda," You whisper, listening to the sad hum she gives you as she glances up with bloodshot eyes, "I'm sorry. I was scared and... I was an idiot."

Wanda pats your hand with a loud sniff, "I appreciate it, but-."

She doesn't continue. She doesn't want to believe that you're leaving. The love you feel wouldn't be strong enough to survive that time apart again. There's broken support beams and one thing will send it falling down. A far away mission isn't the nurturing this budding feeling needs.

Wanda tries her best to flash you a grin, "Let me teach you how to make coffee."

Before she can turn, you grab her hand quickly, "I'd prefer if you made it."

As you walk around the counter, you gently rest a hand on her waist, watching her carefully. Her handgrips your arm tightly, words stuttering from her lips as she tries to remind you that she's not going. You're leaving her again.

Without hesitation, you press your lips against hers, feeling her breath wash over you in a sigh. You pull her in tighter, leaning your head back to speak,

"Sam's going stir crazy. He can have it."

A smile tugs at your lips as you see her furrowed brows on her face, you place a kiss at the center of the wrinkles, pulling back to see the scrunching of her nose. A scrunch just for you.

"Wanda Maximoff. I love you. And I'm not losing you twice."

Without warning, her lips smash against your as she wraps her arms around your shoulders as you hoist her up. Wanda's legs wrap around you as both of you are smiling so wide that you can't kiss properly. Feeling her cold hands press gently against your face, you look into those green eyes that complete you life.

"I love you." Wanda whispers as her witchcraft wraps around you once more.

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A New Friend

Bruce Banner X Female Venom!Reader.

Y/n visits Bruce late at night to seek help about a certain Symbiote...

This is shit and the ending is rushed (Might fix it up later) but anyway...

Enjoy!

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The door to the room in the Avengers tower opened, revealing Bruce Banner, half awake and confused as hell. "Y/n? What-"

"Bruce, I...uh...I need help. Your help..in something. I need you to examine me." I stammered as I fidgeted with my hands.

Bruce looked confused and surprised. "At this hour?" He looked over his shoulder seeing it had just passed midnight.

"I know it's really weird but yes, as soon as possible. I think there's something living inside of me and I don't know what it is"

Bruce grabbed his jacket and led me to the lab. About 10 minutes later, he sat me down and began taking various tests.

I took out my phone to show him the incident that had occurred a few hours ago, when I was at the Life Foundation, recording evidence against them.

The footage showed various tests and experiments being performed on innocent people before I skipped forward to when I had been running through the now-burning science facility. I crashed through a glass wall as I was tackled, a woman falling on top of me before a black substance transferred from her body into mine before the woman collapsed on me. The footage was shaky but you could see enough to know what was happening. I quickly pushed her off before scrambling to my feet. The black goo disappeared inside my shoulder as I ran, completely unaware as I checked to see if my phone was still recording. I dodged the flames and ran for the exit, not looking back.

"So..What do you think it is?" I asked, watching Bruce as he observed the footage.

"Well, I would say I've seen this before but for once, I actually haven't" Bruce stated, as he looked back at me. "But it seems to be a living being that linked itself to your body. Kind of like a-"

"A parasite?" I guessed, Bruce nodding. I thought for a second before looking up at him, my eyes widened with fear. "Is it gonna kill me?"

"Now, why would I do that?" The parasite butted in, making me jump. Bruce looked surprised by my sudden movement.

"Did you hear that?" I whispered to Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows. "Uh, no? What are you hearing?"

"A voice." I replied.

"Listen, Ms. Host, I can't let you run experiments on me without my permission first. It's outrageously rude." The being said, sounding offended.

"Is it talking to you?" Bruce asked, taking up his tablet to record any new information.

"Yes" I nodded.

"Fascinating.."

"No, not fascinating, terrifying!" I stood up, suddenly feeling the urge to do something. Like running, jumping or...eating?

"I'm glad you're finally becoming aware that we are starving!" The being yelled.

"I'm...I don't know if it's hungry or if I'm hungry..." I held my stomach as it started to ache in hunger. "I feel like I'm gonna faint or something." My hand came up to rest on my forehead as I felt myself begin to sweat.

"Maybe it's both. I mean, you two are joined as one at the moment" Bruce quickly took my hand and beckoned for me to sit down in his office chair. I looked up at Bruce as my vision started to blur a little.

I gulped. "It's saying 'we're starving'. You got any food? I don't know what this guy might do if he's not fed."

"I'll check the kitchen. I'll be right back" Bruce said before rushing out of the lab.

"I'm not a dog, so stop talking about me as if I was one!" The being said, referring to what I had just said.

"Okay, so what are you, then? What do you call yourself?" I looked to the ground as I spoke with the creature.

The being suddenly immerged from my shoulder, its head floating dangerously close to mine. Its face was the opposite of adorable, with large all-white eyes that lacked just about everything, a large mouth that grinned more than a joker, teeth sharper than that of any shark and a tongue longer than a monkey's tail.

"I am Venom. And you…"

I jerked back, almost falling off the chair if the being hadn't caught me with a tendril supporting my back. "The hell-"

He cut me off. "You are mine."

I breathed out shakily. "Right...um... Are you going to eat me?"

Venom stared at me for a moment. "No"

"Why'd you hesitate?"

"I was thinking." Venom quickly answered.

"About eating me?"

"No, about just how long that scientist is taking. Why is he so slow?" Venom grumbled.

"I don't know. Why don't you leave my body and go find food, yourself?" I suggested, wanting anything but a parasite living inside me.

Venom's eyes seemed to glare at me. "Let me explain why I am here and why we can no longer be separated for the rest of our life."

"Are you being serious right now?" Venom ignored my annoyance.

"I'm not from Earth, you idiot humans took me and brought me back to your planet. We are not parasites-"

"Then what are you?"

"I'm what humans call an alien species."

"Aliens can also be parasites. I take it you haven't seen movies before."

"Are you going to butt in every chance you get, or can I explain this properly?" Venom complained.

"No! I don't give a damn because I don't accept your proposal! I don't want you living inside me, I have a life to live!" I yelled. "Now...leave my body."

"I can't leave you, otherwise you and I will both die! And you definitely don't want the death of an innocent being on your conscience." Venom huffed.

"You're good at guilt-tripping, I'll give you that." I stood up again and walked towards the door that Bruce left through. "So...what do you eat?"

"Eyes, lungs, brains, pancreas-"

"Okay, okay, don't make me throw up" I butted in.

"Basically, I eat meat" Venom said.

"Human meat?"

"Meat." Venom stated.

"Yeah, but...you don't eat humans, do you?" I asked.

"On occasion"

"Right..." I gulped.

"Oh, relax Ms.Host, I'm not going to eat you...or anyone you may know. I mostly eat people that are bad...I like the taste of revenge."

"My name is Y/n L/n." I said, noticing I hadn't introduced myself properly.

"Nice to meet you, now where is that scientist?" Venom's head looked around before spotting Bruce. "He promised us food"

"Bruce isn't a very good cook, to be honest"

"That's okay, I am a great one!" Venom grinned.

"Oh no."

#venom symbiote #femalereader #xreader #bruce banner #incredible hulk #marvelxreader #venom #venom reader #science #i dont know what else to tag this #oh well #hope you enjoy

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||TO THE HILT|| Dark! Thor Odinson x Reader DARK AVENGERS SERIES PART 2

Thor x F reader PART 2 DARK AVENGERS SERIES

A/N THIS IS A NONCON SERIES. NOTHING IN THIS STORY IS REAL IT IS ALL FICTION. IF THIS WILL / DOES TRIGGER YOU PLEASE EXERCISE SELF CARE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. I am not your mother and I cannot stop you from reading this but if you choose to discard my warnings and CHOOSE to read this then I am not responsible for the harm it may cause you. If you don’t like this just move along

@jamerlynn (tagged as per request <3)

Summary- you betrayed The Avengers and sold them out to HYDRA in return for immunity and protection, however, your ex fling Tony Stark decided to give you a taste of your own medicine in a twisted revenge. He kidnapped you, keeping you in a basement in Avengers Tower...where every avenger is waiting to have their turn with you. secrets come out about the avengers, dark secrets

Warnings- Noncon, Mjolnir being used as a sex toy, electric shocks, choking if you squint, ankle cuffs, bondage, blindfolds, masturbation, Oral (fem receiving), reader sucks off Mjolnir, crying, spit, not a lot of dialogue, Thor being pretty quiet

When you woke up you found yourself lying in a bed, in the same room Tony had carried out your assault a few nights before. You where still naked, but jumped out in defense, wrapping the covers around you before you did. 

You weren’t expecting to see the man sitting across the room on a velvet red chair, your former best friend and team mate, Thor Odinson.

“Thor thank God you found me! I’m so sorry for everything I did but please I need your help!” You shrieked out, tears flooding out with relief that someone found you.

But he stayed stoic, fiddling about with the strap of Mjolnir with his muscular legs slightly spread apart.

“Is it true? what Tony said” Thor said in a deep monotone voice

You didn’t realize how stoic he was, he wasn’t surprised to find you naked and abused in the tower which he lived. Then it dawned on you. He knew you were here

“Thor please listen to me, I had to get out, I, I was desperate!” You stuttered out a pathetic excuse in hopes that your friend would forgive you. He said nothing in return, he only stood from his chair and stalked towards you.

“Thor please I need you to help me! Tony is keeping me down here this isn’t right!” You scream and scream trying one last attempt to get Thor on your side but it doesn’t work. He has you pressed against the wall.

“Get on your knees (Y/N)”

Feeble tears rush out in terror and fear. You drop to your knees whimpering, feeling betrayed by your team mates, though I imagine they feel the same. But why would they do this! you start to wonder, do you deserve this? you hurt your friends so much that it drove them to this.

Thor reached out and grabbed your chin with force to pull your head up. With a tight grip on your face you were now staring up at him, tears streaming down your face, just the way he liked. He let go to pull the sheet from your body, you shouted and scrambled to hide yourself as he did, until you were shocked as his palm collided with your face. You had never felt such a sharp pain as you struggled to stop yourself screaming. He still had not spoke a word.

You sat in silence, terrified to make another sound as you watched him stare at the sheet in his hand, thinking of what to do with it. You made a stupid mistake, while he was distracted you lifted your leg to deliver a swift kick to his dick and slipped past him. You rattled the door and screamed for help until your throat was raw, now you were the one distracted.

Thor came up behind you and wrapped the sheet around your neck, doubling it around for a tighter grip. You gasped and clawed at the fabric as he yanked you back down to the ground and dragged you over to the closet full of sex toys Tony had previously showed you. He wrapped the remaining fabric around your hands tightly to prevent you from pulling anymore tricks. He pushed youe head down so that your face was against the cool tiles, and your ass in the air. Pulling you up slightly by your hair he whispered into your ear

“You are aware how thrilling a God finds a chase right? All you have done my dear is make me more excited” He laughed as he slammed your head back into the floor. You groaned and rolled to the side to see him walk over to a cabinet full of chains, he pulled out a small pair of cuffs and walked back over to your half bound form. He placed the cuffs around your ankles and flipped you on your back. He laughed at your whimpers as he used the key to poke your sensitive clit, he then threw it to an unknown corner in the room.

“Hmmm you look just ravishing my dear, tied up like that, ready to be stuffed. Ready for the real punishment?”

Your eyes widened in confusion, this wasn’t the real punishment? He picked you and and threw you back on to the bed.

“Now, if you hadn’t pulled that stunt we would be finsihed by now I’m sure, so now I’m gonna ask you one more time, get on your knees, slut”

You have never heard such words from Thor before, he was always such a gentle giant, and he treated women like they were royalty, worshiping the ground they walked on and the air they breathed. You wobbled on the bed as you got on your knees, still staying absolutely silent. He smirked, pleased at your surprising obedience. He untied a small apart of the sheet to wrap around your eyes, and you could no longer stay quiet.

“Thor I’m begging you!-”

“-You will be begging me, Mortal. Now be a good girl and suck”

He pulled your head right down and you squeezed your eyes shut, and when your throat was stuffed to the hilt, you thought your lips would be wrapped around his dick, but instead your eyes opened as your mouth was filled with cool metal and leather. You were sucking off his hammer, Mjolnir. 

He pushed your head down further until your teeth were almost scraping the head of the hammer, you should feel the leather strap down your throat, threatening to choke you at any moment. You gagged but he never let go of the back of your head. Drool was spilling from your lips down the hammer and Thor could feel his dick constrict in his pants.

“Come on be a good girl, suck it like your sucking my cock”

He released his grip slightly as you bobbed your head on the shaft of the hammer, licking a long strip up as he finally pulled you off the hammer, He held you by your hair and assessed the image in front of him. His hammer slicked up covered in saliva, then he looks at your gasping form- Red swollen lips, chin also dripping with spit that had fallen onto your heaving breasts. 

“See that wasn’t that hard now was it? I think we’re ready for what’s coming next.” After Thor finished his sentence he forcefully pushed you onto your back, arms and legs still bound behind you.

You felt a tinge of shame for being aroused at the abuse. After one drunken night with the team you all played rounds of different sexual truth or dares, and in that drunken haze you admitted to the team of your fantasies- being fucked by tony’s suits, and by Mjolnir, you also admitted to wanting to be dominated by your female team mates. This was all coming to bite you in the ass, they were using that night against you to turn your biggest fantasies into the biggest nightmares.

Thor’s finger on your clit brought you back from your thoughts. You were terrified of what was going to come, Thor had been almost silent this entire time and it scared you. With your eyes blind folded, and the sheet still around your neck you were tense.

You felt the cool leather against your cunt, you knew what was coming. Your biggest fantasy and now biggest fear. Thor pushed the handle of Mjolnir into you with no hesitation, he practically shoved it inside. You let out a painful gasp

“Take it baby. That’s right take my hammer” he chucked at your pain. The cool head of the was hammer resting at your ass. You felt so full. You clenched around the shaft, pussy pulsating as your wetness dripped on to the bed. You jolted up as he pulled it out half way and back in only to find that you couldn’t move. With Mjolnir seated comfortably inside you, you were unable to lift your hips. Panic sets in as Thor walks away from your writhing body leaving you to thrash around in an attempt to move from the spot you’re forced to stay in

“Now listen to me (Y/N), you have crossed the wrong people” While he spoke he raised his arm slightly, you couldn’t see the flicks of lighting circle his arms and sparked out his eyes with each blink. It was’t until you felt a cool jolt of electricity spike your clit, the feeling was a mix of pleasure and pain and you yelped. The electrical current got stronger and stronger, but it wasn’t enough to cause real damage. The blue sparks of lightning traveled through the handle of the hammer and deep inside your core.

“T-Thor pleas-fuck-please s-stop” You struggled to get a coherent sentence out your mouth, the sensation of being so full and the jolts of electricity was starting to bring you to the edge of an orgasm. Wanton moans spilled out of your mouth against your will. Suddenly you felt the hammer move slightly inside you and you froze, it shifted again. Then your hips were pulled up with the hammer still fully inside, Thor was controlling the hammer. It started slow, pulling in and out at a steady pace, until he decided it was time to be rough. With the flick of his hand Mjolnir was fucking you at a brutal pace. 

Thor had sat back in his chair, one hand controlling Mjolnir, the other hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock, stroking at a fast pace. You could hear him grunting  and you were embarrassed to admit it was spurring you on. A he threw his head back the thrusts got faster and deeper, electrical sparks were surging through your whole pussy, you were dripping down the handle, making a mess of the whole bed, screaming a chain of moans and profanities as one last thrust pushed you over the edge.

You screamed and bucked your hips as you came over the hammer, you were so wrapped up in pleasure too notice Thor had moved from his seat and the hammer stilled. His hands were suddenly around the hammer and it was pulled out. You whimpered at the loss and you clenched around the air to feel some sort of friction. 

“You’re lucky I let you live after this (Y/N). If it was up to me I would’ve left Mjolnir in you so you were unable to move for the rest of your feeble live. Now Open.”

More tears soaked the make shift blindfold as his words set in. You didn’t know how long you would be stuck down here? would they kill you? would they use you until they grew bored?. You opened your mouth at Thor’s request. He was standing above you stroking himself, bringing himself to an orgasm. You lay still with an open mouth in silence listening to the sound of his own pleasure. He grabbed your mouth with his other hand to make sure your mouth was wide enough. After a few more strokes he came with a loud groan, allowing it to fall into your mouth. He remained almost silent, simply tucking himself back into his boxers and walking to retrieve the key from before. He flashed an evil smile and placed it beside you before grabbing his hammer and heading for the door. As he opened it he turned his head.

“Untie yourself slut, if you can’t then you’ll be stuck like that until I say” And that was it before the door shut behind him and the lights turned off.

.

.

You lay in the bed Tony provided for you. Not crying, not whimpering, just feeling totally numb. You roll and sit up to stick your middle finger up at one of the security cameras fixated on your form, while the other one is facing the door to alert the team of any unwanted intruders. You lay there for hours, not even knowing if it’s day or night... when suddenly both security cameras drop and the green blinking lights turn off. You stand up ready to fight but instead of the team coming to abuse you once more, you here the soft voice of Doctor Bruce Banner coming through a set of speaking you didn’t know where there

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) are you there, can you hear me!” Bruce shouts in a loud whisper, he sounds panicked

“Bruce?!” You shout out in confused anger, was this a taunt? was he trying to trick you into getting your hopes up of being saved.

“(Y/N) listen I don’t have much time. The team have went off the rails”

Went off the rails?

“I’m sorry I should’ve seen this coming. The Avengers are not the people you think they are, who the public think they are. They are criminals, abusers, they are the worst beings I have met”

“I have temporarily hacked the control system but I can’t open the doors. I can’t stop what else is coming to you but please believe me, help is coming. We are going to save you- I Prom-”

The speakers glitched and cut out, Bruce’s voice no longer present, leaving you in the silence, thinking...

We? who is we? 

Bruce is hiding in plain sight to avoid the punishment the others might give them, he’s pretending to be like them. But who else on the team is doing the same? and who is compromised?...

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[mischiefmanaged71]

MCU Masterlist

Joaquin Torres

SERIES

Turning Tables (8/8)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

The Sour Series

Favourite Crime

Brutal

Traitor

Driver's License

Happier

Hope ur ok

Enough for you

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back

Deja Vu

Oneshots

Bad Romance

Chasing Pavements

In Your Eyes (Sequel to Chasing Pavements)

No Me Queda Mas

Trivia: Love

Trivia: Seesaw

Untouchable

Forever and Always

Obvious

Teach Me How To Love

Blue & Grey

Back To You

Afterglow

Cherry

Druig

Oneshots

Invisible Strings

House of Memories

Supermassive Black Hole (Pt.1)

Tenerife Sea (Pt.2)

Treacherous

Mirrorball

When We Were Young

I Think He Knows

Call It What You Want Series

Rewrite the Stars Series

Kingo

Oneshots

Everything Has Changed

Closure

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots

Breathin

Loki Laufeyson

Oneshots

Lovely

Matt Murdock

Oneshots

Cruel Summer

Cornelia Street

Stephen Strange

The Love Hypothesis

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[binxiboo]

High Cupboards and Hot Chocolate

Marvel Masterlist // Full Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

The amount of time you spent at your apartment wasn’t worth the rent you paid to ‘live’ there. Any working day was spent on missions, where they weren’t you were training at the compound. From the earliest hours of the day to the latest, you were always working on your fighting techniques or expanding your skill set. So, when you received a text from your landlord informing you of a rent increase, your reaction wasn’t exactly quiet. It also didn’t go as unnoticed as you thought it did.

As you were leaving the compound for the night, you were approached by Tony Stark, and, behind him, Steve Rogers keeping his distance by leaning on a wall further down the hallway. For how long he’s been doing his job, the super soldier wasn’t very good at looking inconspicuous. In a very ‘Tony’ way, you were offered living quarters in the compound, ‘free-of-charge, no expense to you’. After the number you’d received from you landlord hours ago, you weren’t going to turn this down.

So here you are now. Boxes of your belongings finally all in one place, your, arguably, oversized bedroom at the Avengers Compound. Well, it’s more of a mini studio apartment due to the area between the bed and the door. In other rooms that you’ve seen—Tony, for some reason, decided that you’d need guidance on setting up your space—most people had some form of entertainment and seating situation. The best you could do to recreate that was your two-seater sofa and the tv you’ve had since you first moved into your own place. In any other space, that would be a great set up, however, in the size of the space, it looked pathetic. There wasn’t much to be done about though, and it was good enough for the one body that would be occupying the space. Plus, it left you enough room to neglect unpacking your boxes for a while. Carrying them in one by one, with the cold weather outside, had left you exhausted and, quite frankly, your fingers were struggling to thaw themselves out.

That’s how you ended up in the kitchen. Your container of instant hot chocolate, thank God, had been in the easiest box to access. Finding a mug, however, was proving impossible. It had almost been half an hour of you searching through every cupboard in there and all you gained was the knowledge of where to find baking trays, pots, pans and every item of dishware that wasn’t a drinking receptacle. Eventually, you registered, at the edge of your vision, someone enter the space, reach up high and place a mug down onto the counter, pour themselves a coffee and leave again. So that’s where they are.

Approaching the counter, you assess the best way to access that cupboard. You know that you’re not even going to reach it on your tiptoes. You huff, knowing that you’re about to gymnast this shit. You check for anyone else entering before you embarrass yourself in front of anyone important.

“Okay, lets do this. Before anyone can witness it.”

You place your hands onto the counter surface and lean onto them, hopping up high enough to get you foot up next to them. You swing around and raise onto your knees, shuffling down to be in front of the right door. You were almost there when a voice from behind stops you dead.

“What are you doing?” Natasha.

You can tell from her voice that this is entertaining to her. She leaves you no time to respond, though, as you’re gently pulled backwards, off the counter and feet flat on the floor.

“I just wanted a hot chocolate.” You reason, acceptance of defeat present in your tone.

“And you were going to make it with that?”

You scrunch your eyebrows confused at her disgust until you follow her point at your instant mix. You roll your eyes.

“It’s easy and quick, and I’m frozen and tired!”

“It’s not even worth the water, move.”

There’s no way you’re going to let her boss you around the space after those insults. You tense slightly and cross your arms, staring the widow down.

“No.”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes now as she effortlessly sweeps you off your feet and seats you on the island opposite the surface she needs to work. You watch her silently as she pulls down two mugs, glides around to pull a pan out of one of the cupboards you practically climbed into earlier and retrieves both milk and chocolate out of the fridge.

“I can’t believe you.” She begins talking as she stirs the chocolate into the milk.

“What?”

“You work with the Avengers, and you don’t even respect yourself enough to make a good hot chocolate.”

“You’re mean.” You pout in response, even if she can’t see it from where she’s standing.

A clinking of mugs distracts you from your eyeline into the back of Nat’s head. A turn of your head lets you identify Tony carrying, what must be, a whole shelf’s worth of mugs. In his journey to the kitchen though, one must slip from his grasp because not even seconds later, you’re left flinching from your spot on the island, closing your eyes in a wince.

“Sorry! I’ve ran out of thinking space.”

“You’re going to have to get used to that.” Natasha quips, now holding a mug in front of you.

“What, Iron Man smashes a mug every month?” You carefully wrap your hands around the mug, letting her slip her hands away. Nat chuckles and Tony rolls his eyes as he deposits the remaining mugs onto the counter space.

“No. But he does hoard his mugs and then dumps them all in the shared kitchen space!”

She’s projecting in his direction as he slowly makes his way back to his lab.

“Oh, and Tony?”

He stops and turns to look back at the two of you.

“Yes, Spider Lady?”

“We need to become more accessible for the shorter population.”

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[jessiquinn]

Time paradox (reader x Cable AKA Nathan Summers)

2022-07-16

Sorrow filled my heart as I watched you leave... please stay

Warnings : this contains depressive themes, self hate, abandonment issues, etc. if this triggers you please don't read.

(I didn't double edit it.. so there will be mistakes)

angst

writer notes at the end <3

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Decided on taking him in my home with nothing but love, he was in so much trauma, a lonely solider that only wanted to find his lost family... his reason to live.

he lived the moment day to day... taking every memory he can, he appreciated her doing, no one in the world would give him what she gave him.

which is a home

by time he forgot his goal, enjoying every moment he lived with you, his family became a memory...

as he had no hope he could find them... but then a spark of hope lit up as he saw the signals from his device.

his happiness quickly faded as he realized how there's two sides of the sword.

"I found them"

"w..what?"

"this morning I... I got a signal from one of the time lines..." he smiled as he said it, I felt shocked... like I got stabbed in my soul. I immediately smiled in response

I really want to be happy for him...I do...but my heart hurts so much.

in the end it didn't matter, us... we didn't matter. in his eyes... it's only his family.

It was too good to be true.

he didn't know how to break the news to her... he cared about her, he did but his family... his whole mission, his goal.

"I'm sorry" was all he said- , "That's why I have to leave..." at this moment everything broke.

I knew since day one that his stay is temporary but I never thought I'd forget about that... it was a fact, an undeniable one.

but somehow I ended up getting attached to the lonely solider.

I was only here to help him, to help the hero get up, make him strong and fight again for his life...but it seems like I lost mine.

Speechless, my face showed nothing but a smile.

"I..I'm happy for you," said with a smile but the hidden context can only be seen deep within.

he smiled back, a bit blue... but he knew it's everything he worked for...

"so.. it's ok with you .. " he said with hope... hope for something, anything to make him..stay.

"of course, your family is much more important, they need you. I completely understand... you deserve to go to them.. I won't be selfish" I smiled a genuine smile now, showing a bit of my sorrow.

he frowned a bit, not ashamed of showing his own hurt. "you... I would never.. forget you." he wants to stay.. to be with you.. to love you.

he can't believe his own thoughts...

"I want you to be happy, I want you to finally get your happy ending after all of this, you deserve it. don't worry about me. this is what I wanted, to see you happy with... your family" smiling through the hurt, longing for a hug for an embrace... for the info to be wrong, anything.

'please stay'... circling my mind nonstop.

he saw behind your façade... his own thoughts conflicted, like he was fighting his own self.

He doesn't want to admit that.. but the truth you became someone important to him.

"I.. I'm going tomorrow" sorrow filled his tone this time.

"oh.. amazing, if only there's a way you can send me picture or something haha" I tried to joke but it seemed my eyes had another idea... as my eyes started watering.

he saw that, his emotions killing him... he just walked away. trying to contain his own thoughts.

as he left, tears couldn't be kept anymore...

I can't be selfish.

my mind killing me, feeling negative emotions all over.

couldn't help but feel replaceable... temporary, did I.. mean anything to him? his absence filling my mind.

I'm broken.

Later that night Cable went to sleep but you sat through the night, alone, overthinking as I watch Tv, can I live without him..?

how did I live without him?

with him I felt strong.. I felt better.. but after all, life reminded me once again of how disposable I am..

he'll finally be happy I should be happy to.

he woke up early, ready to leave. I was still awake... Silence filled up the house.

made him his favouritbreakfast as goodbye.

I need to feel happy for him...

"I'm happy"

he looked up from his plate "hm?"

I'm not happy.

Seeing his face, my walls broke down.

Tears fell, looking at the plate.

I'm not happy at all.

"Cable, I..I'm sorry. I should be happy for you, but I can't. I'm sorry"

stunned by this, he never saw you like this before.

his own walls breaking, reaching to you.

"I miss you already, even if you're still here." I crying a river of sorrow, I ruined everything now.

"I'm sorry," said with so much hate and love.

"Why would you leave! I want to be with you, I want to live with you I love you damn it.

I hate you"

completely forgotten about the gift I prepared as I sob.

ruined everything, I did it. Now there's no way he'll stay.

I'm sorry

"doll, calm down..." he finally spoke, I look to him... my face says it all but his eyes says something unfamiliar, is it hate?

"I.. don't know what to say" he seems helpless, never expected that to happen.

his heart beating..a feeling he never thought he could feel again...

My head feels light, fighting for my life.

Fighting for us.

with a moment of clarity "I'm sorry Cable... I'm really sorry. t..take this. I made it for your birthday.. I know it's early but..." my tears continue falling.

he looks at the gift...Love... he never felt this much love before, except from his... family.

realizing what she said a moment ago, she.. loves me? everything becoming clear.

Love is truly war.

This is much more than love... it's longing, hope, desire.

Suddenly it hit him, it's you.

The same content, passion... love felt. it's you. I've been searching in the wrong place for all of those years.

when destiny had planned this from the start, from the day I arrived in this strange timeline...

"I'm sorr-" stopped by an embrace, a long one. he wasn't sure before but now he is sure.

The want to live, the want to kiss you right now.

undeniable, it is destiny.

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(somehow.. he didn't know that his family was safe and with him.. him from another timeline. one he didn't meet you. maybe this is a happy ending... for both of you)

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hi guys, I'm really proud of myself. I wrote this fic when I was in a really bad place. I felt so alone. while editing it I changed the destiny of it's ending... I'm really proud of myself.

if you knew me you'd know how hard it is for me to write something... loving.

I really hope it delivers the feelings I was feeling while writing it and the love I felt while editing it.

I'm trying my best to improve, I love you all. thank you for reading. <3

if you like it please reblog <3

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[we-dragons]

Chapter 20

The quietness of the world still scared me. All the mediocre patrols, all the calm nights. They were too peaceful given my circumstances. As my birthday closed the fear of this nothing only terrified me more. Nightmare, despite a telepathic and emotional connection, didn't seem to worry the same way. Even when I sent him out to do his own patrol in the veil. Nothing. Nothing was not a normal behavior of the Crow, nothing was not natural. Something tore into my core. A sort of despair I haven't felt since the trial of my parent's murder, my aunt not caught and danger still relevant. When I'm at school l Look over my shoulder so much I cause concern. I falter over my steps, constantly on guard. I know something isn't right. After all. The fate of the crows rests in the hands of my survival. And there is nowhere left to run. Not for me.

"What are you thinking so hard about dear?" Martha's voice pulls out of my head I turn to her almost shocked. "You've done nothing but polish silverware since that boy left with his brother. In fact, you've been doing it so much when your friends are gone. I'm sure they've begun emitting their own light." She puts a hand on my shoulder and leads my hands down, putting the silverware and polishing supplies away. "I think you should take a small break. You need it." I'm dragged to one of the tables set to the side for workers.

"Mrs. Martha, It's nothing really! I just felt they needed a good clean is all." Martha pushes me in a seat, and starts pouring one of the chamomile teas we have, and puts it in front of me. I attempt to get up and she shoots me a glare.

"You get up from that seat and I'll have Glen cancel your contract with us young lady." Sighing I sit back down and take a sip of the tea.

"I'm sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind recently."

"You're thinking about home again, right?"

"Something like that, It's just..." Pausing I turn the tea cup in my hands feeling the warmth heat my fingers. "So many nice things have been happening lately. I can't help but feel like I'm only in the eye of the storm."

"Do you really think that's where you are? The eye? Have you not left the storm, my dear?" A sadness hits her voice.

"No, what scares me more is that if this isn't the eye, then it's the calm before something worse."

She nods placing a hand on my wrist.

"And I'm sure not hearing about your family only makes that feeling fester. After all, you've been running for a long time haven't you?"

My eyes stare down at the ripples forming at the movements of the shop. I look back at all the people who had tried to help me in the past. Sheltered me. Fought. It weighs on me. I haven't felt so heavy in a long time. grip the cup tightly but not enough to break it.

"Yeah, nowhere is safe when a dangerous psychopath is after you. The government can only do so much I suppose."

"Yes, too bad the Faerie couldn't help you quite yet. 17 is a tight number you know! especially when you started lying about your birthday. Very clever of you to use your power to alter the knowledge of your birthday to the day you leave. But that magic was ours to spell with you can't influence us."

My blood freezes, and shakily I look at the old woman. The world seems to tear in front of me again. The slight tug I had been ignoring about these people aches urgently. I feel magic, old magic. Something I hadn't felt since the time I met with the Fay court. My body immediately adjusts not fighting the thought anymore. The old woman didn't look so kind her features became sharp, and the sense of calm I felt around her was replaced with warning. She looked younger despite her hair remaining white. I feel sick.

Her hand still remains soft around my wrist, her face still smiling.

"Your mother was a dear friend of mine. She spoke of you often. I was supposed to take care of you in the land of the Fay but your stunt in court, though understandable, made that difficult. I did Try to collect your brother, but your uncle and your pesky group made that too difficult. Your friends and family hid them well. Im really sorry that I couldn't be there to save you from the crow. I can't physically enter their relm. However me and Glen have been trying desperatly to make sure they don't break that barriar around this particular planet. It was so hard to get the Council to accept our agreement with your mother. But how could they say no to a binding deal."

I don't look but I feel the world freeze around me. Only one figure moves It was Glen, but not Glen. He pulls up a seat next to his wive. I stare at the hand that is too slender and elegant for a human. When he speaks he sounds so different and odd.

"All we had to do for them was capture your aunt and put her in the Plains. If she was only hard to find. All itterations of her were wicked and foul. She was so changed, she was half way to becoming a Crow herself. They way her flesh was torn-"

"My dear, she doesn't need to know the details."

I feel like static fills my brain, my body trembles and shakes when I finally look up the creatures both smile at me. I've never been able to accurately read the Fairy. My powers want so bad to learn about what makes them like that. Powerful and ethereal. I have to pull myself back fast.

"Why?"

They both increase their smile, it seems impossible. But they smile so widely I feel like their faces would break, but it looks like they could smile more.

"We loved your mother, she married our son after all."

"My father's parents were people from the Mediterranean! I met them, Don't-"

Their faces reform again taking on the those of my father's parents. I feel my breath catch in my mouth. I cant help but heave. Fairies can't completely match a person's appearance so I know it's them. My grandmother's mouth moves but all I can hear is the sound of the fairy's voice.

"With your...Birthday...coming soon. We think it's finally time to actually take you with us to Avalon.  was such a rebellious child. To choose a human wife and to have mortal children when he could have raised you and your brother with us. Preparing the wild hunt, and teaching you the mischief of our blood in the trees!"

"What-who are you?"

"Who else would I be my dear? I am your grandmother Mab, Queen of the Winter Court. Your father was crowned prince of the fall court. And this is your grandfather, Oberon. Dashing is he not?"

Glen, no, Oberon takes his hands in mine and kneels down below me.

"Your to come with us to live your life in our lands You will take your father's place and become the Crowned princess of the Fay Wilds. You'll not only rule the court of autumn, you'll be the heir to all the courts. Guaranteed safety within our realm. Forever."

"NO!"

I push myself away and off the chair. I run to my apartment slamming every sigil I ever learned on the door to my home.

"Nightmare! Nightmare! If you can hear me stay in whatever ever in between you in!"

I lock all my windows and doors and lock myself in my closet. The whole place smells like magic, it overwhelms my senses. I feel so sick.

Stay quiet Y/N it will all be over soon, breath slow, so hunters don't find you, and the predators don't hear you. You are safe in this space. You carved wards of all kinds on this door. Nothing that is magic finds you easy. So don't throw up, don't throw up, don't-

The door to the closet swings creaks open, and just before I surge energy around me I recognize the faint scent of cologne. My nerves tingle still unsure if my senses are being lied to.

"Y/N? I've been looking for you, what are you doing in the closet?" I hear him kneel down, and feel a hand cup my face. It didn't feel like that thing's fingers. So I opened my eyes and met the crystal green I had come to memorize. I latch onto him and breathe heavily, magic still permeates the air.

"Take me out of here please!"

"Y/N what's wrong? Did the crow come back?"

"We need to go! I beg you get me out of this place!"

He doesn't say anything but grabs some of my things and takes my hand. He leads me down the fire escape, to his car where I see Nightmare. He purrs as soon as he sees me. I watch the windows for things I wasn't catching before. There were so many eyes I had learned their frequency for shifting and now I can see them almost everywhere. Damian doesn't say anything for the entire ride only glances I can see from the side of my eye. We pull into a concealed entrance to an old clock tower. As soon as the entrance closes behind us I get out of the car. Cutting my hand open, drawing sigils, wards, and runes to any surface I can find.

"What are you doing?! Y/N!" He pulls me back wrapping his arms around my middle. "Calm down! Your safe! Stop mutilating yourself and look at me!" He turns me to face him. "What the matter why are you wiping your blood on the walls?"

"If I tell you, you can never go back to the coffee shop." I grip my fists in his shirt. "At this point, I don't know what's real or a figment of magic. I need you to be cautious of who you meet now. Because what just happened to me changes things. And I'm not actually sure what to believe at the moment."

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