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Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight
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a Stephen Strange x OFC slow burn romance - Chapter 12
(one of my favorite chapters of my long running WIP; hoping to reach some new readers)
summary: Pre Infinty War; I suppose now we should just call it an AU. Doctor Stephen Strange's life has settled into a fulfilling pattern; even as Master of the New York Sanctum, he continues his studies in the mystic arts, self-training with the library that the Ancient One amassed in her years as Sorcerer Supreme. An old alliance forged by the Ancient One brings an unexpected request to him, and he is duty bound to fulfill it. Along the way he meets with some pleasant surprises--and discovers that his heart is not immune to the effects of the gentlest sorts of magic.
characters: Stephen Strange, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC)- Healer & Empath
rating: 18+ MATURE
word count: 4.5k
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This night their eagerness had brought them to an alley on the city’s edge; it was not their usual sort of trysting place, but in their need, they had to make do.
The lovers—for that was what they had become in nearly every sense of the word—were enrapt in one another, protected by the dark of night, secluded enough that the night sounds of a thriving city had fallen away, so that the quiet music of their shared passion was all they could hear.
In the days and weeks since they had begun their unlikely romance, Teyla had become the breath in Stephen’s lungs, the sustenance he craved above all other things, and the secret happiness he carried with him everywhere he went.  As far and as wide as he had to range in order to fulfill his duties as a Sanctum Master, as Master of the Mystic Arts and as a fully committed protector of humanity, she was with him--not only in the tender memories of their private times together, but in the divine anticipation of all that lay ahead for them.  Parted from her, Stephen felt the worst impatience of his life, but bore it more patiently than he’d ever done for anything.  During those necessary separations, he yearned unstintingly to hold her and to feel the shivers of her own longing; and the passion which he ached to spend upon her, he channeled into his work—so that the enemies of Earth stood no chance of victory against him, quaking in fear before his countenance and collapsing into impotence before his righteous magic.  Though it mattered little to Stephen Strange, his reputation across the multiverse grew mightily, enough to discourage certain dark forces from engaging in battle with Earth’s most fearsome defender. 
The evening before his most recent leave-taking, Stephen had dared to give Teyla a new experience—a risk well worth the reward—a surprise dinner out at a casual little French restaurant several blocks over from Bleecker Street.  To justify her presence at the New York Sanctum, he had quietly let it be known that she had business to do with her father’s estate.  He’d told her to wear her best—which was that same peasant dress she’d worn on their first trip to the city, and entirely suitable for the evening’s outing.  She had embraced every moment of their adventure, as he squired her to the restaurant, allowing him to order for her, tasting her first champagne, and finishing their meal by sharing a decadent chocolate and caramel dessert concoction with him.  The sparkle of her eyes by candlelight, her musical giggles prompted by the champagne, and the open way in which she held his hand between the courses, were memories he would take away to warm him wherever he had to roam.
The Sanctum was as good as asleep when they returned, the retainers gone home for the night, and any Adepts in service there, retired to their quarters for the evening.  With no one about as witness, Stephen decided it was safe enough to see her to her bedroom door.  He asked her not to see him off in the morning, knowing the temptation to take her in his arms and kiss her soundly before he left, would be too great.  That had pleased her, and she agreed with a faux little pout, insisting that he kiss her soundly now, if he expected her to comply.  And that he had.
Loathe for him to leave, Teyla first thanked him for their magical evening, and then spoke frankly of her feelings.  “You woo me, Stephen, in ways I had never imagined any man would wish to.  You make me feel beautiful in your eyes, and by your touch you fill me with desires I had never thought to have.”  She brushed her fingers through the fall of his hair upon his brow—a habit of familiarity of which he would never tire.  “How am I to reckon the hours you are away from me?  I feel as though you take all warmth and light with you when you go.” 
Her honesty and vulnerability had become a spell upon him; Stephen knew he was already halfway in love with her, and with every hour he spent in her company he was falling hard and falling deep.  “Oh, Teyla,” he breathed, his voice rife with astonishment, “The best part of me remains with you—you know that, don’t you?”  He touched her forehead, just between her eyes—her Third Eye, which he had learned of from the Ancient One herself, “See me here, and know I’m only a thought away from you.  And trust that nothing in the multiverse can keep me from returning to you.”  He lifted her chin and leaned in to kiss the tears that hung from her lashes.  “Can you do that for me, honey?”
She nodded, managing a brave little smile for his sake, and quietly broke from his gaze—his questioning gaze—to look down as she took his right hand in both of her own.  Tenderly, she traced the scars on the back of his hand; but not like she had that day she had worked her pain-relieving spell.  Her gentle touch was no healer’s touch this time—though innocent, it felt as intimate as a lover’s touch.  It was the touch he had been craving since the day he’d been forced to accept that his old life was irrevocably gone--although he hadn’t known until this moment, how badly he’d been missing it.
Stephen’s breath caught when she raised his hand to gently brush her lips across the back, before laying a soft kiss upon it. Teyla tilted her head so she could nestle her cheek against his scarred flesh, eliciting a moan of both relief and longing, from him.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes wise and solemn, a small, soft smile now playing at the corners of her mouth.  “You work wonders with your hands, my love—though few know how you protect and defend lives everywhere.  I cannot gainsay the service meant for your hands, as much as I long to have you ever near me...”
That’s my brave girl, he had thought, unprepared for her next admission. 
“…I have only ever found them beautiful, Stephen.  Your beautiful, scarred hands—they are part of what makes you…you,” she told him, wonder in her voice and on her face, “Through pain and sorrow and despair, they brought you to your destiny.”  Her smile spread, lovely as dawn after a stormy night, as she professed shamelessly, “They are the first thing that I came to love about you, on a list that grows longer each day.”
With that, she laid his hand over her heart, and then rose on her tiptoes to whisper against his ear, “And if you be moved to—one of these nights soon--I would have your beautiful hands touch every part of me at last.”  With a kiss on his cheek, Teyla withdrew, turning away without looking back, closing her door, and leaving him standing alone—wholly astounded, and dizzy with sudden joy, that so bright a soul could actually find him worthy of her love.
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Soon, she had said; soon, was her promise, given as gently as all things she had brought to his life.  Stephen had held her parting words close at heart all the while he had been gone.  And that Teyla had been the braver of the two of them, forthright in proclaiming that she loved him. On some level he had already known—of course he had—but to have her say it out loud was the most unexpected miracle of all.
Since his return from that last mission, an unspoken urgency had flourished between them—surely sourced in that quiet admission of her deepest longing—which threatened the pattern of caution they’d been following to keep their secret safe.  Each time they slipped away now, into their private world, he had grown incrementally reckless, his need for her pressing him always forward.  Teyla counseled him to proceed with greater care, but was helpless as he swept her along, unable to decline his will for them.
Stephen’s recklessness had brought them to this alley tonight; his hot need to hold her, to touch her, to have her, overriding cooler reason.  Teyla had offered no defense, allowing him to pull her into the darkened alley without protest, within minutes of them meeting up.  He honestly hadn’t planned it this way, but the result was still the same.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, with Teyla’s back against the coarse brick wall as she submitted herself to his hungry, bruising kisses.  She stretched her neck, humming deep in her throat at the greedy way he latched onto her tender flesh; her neck, throat, collarbone, all reddened in the flush of her desire, and from the rub of his goatee against her skin.  She flexed one hand in Stephen’s hair, and slid the other onto the delicious dip between his shoulder blades, holding him as close as the layers of material between her body and his would allow--their bodies housing no secrets from one another despite those maddening barriers of cotton and denim. “Oh my dearest…my love…,” she cooed, and then gasped his name when he palmed her breasts through her blouse. 
It wasn’t enough for him, could never be enough for him now.  Stephen needed to rake up her top and feel the contours of her ribs on his way to hold her ripe little breasts fully in his hands—yet he hesitated, knowing the wall at her back would be too rough against her exposed skin.  “Do it,” she urged him, reckoning his need from his thoughts alone, “Touch me as you will, my love.  Your need is my desire as well…”  She trailed off into a heartfelt moan as he slipped both hands beneath the cloth and cupped her smoothly, rubbing her stiffened nipples with his thumbs and making her whimper helplessly. 
Teyla arched her back as he fondled her, arched into his hands, seeking his firmest contact with her virgin flesh.  He cursed inadvertently against her ear, at the sudden, gratifying heat that flared in his palms and thence to his wrists, up his arms, to course through his blood and fill his body with a flame which felt as though only she would be able to quell. Instinctively, Stephen knew this was her energy, pure as her heart, passing into him; there was no pain in this spectacular sensation, only the hunger to give back to her the same, from the depths of his heart.  “How is this happening?” he rumbled against her cheek.
“Because I love thee, Stephen,” she answered, lapsing into a patois of a Hadeethan mixed with English.  When his mouth recaptured hers, and she accepted the eager thrust of his tongue so she might suckle it luxuriously—the thrill of that intensifying the throbbing ache for her in his groin—Stephen realized he was hearing her in his mind.  I love thee…I love thee…my heart, it is thine.  This startling intimacy awakened a need in him, a possessiveness, that shocked him.
You are mine, he thought back to her, spellbound by their connection; mine, he thought over and over.  Mine tonight…and tomorrow…and always.  Let it be always, my sweet, little angel.  Good god…please…  
And surely she heard him, even in the relentless depth of that kiss.  “I am, my darling…for as long as thee shall desire it of me,” she promised him.  Incredulous as much from the bond of their minds, as from the miracle that she loved him as he hadn’t dared to dream anyone could, Stephen gently pulled away, to study her face.  Her eyes remained shut as she panted softly, her beauty the same pure radiance he had witnessed in her astral form.
Understanding why he paused, feeling his disbelief that he was worthy of such devotion, Teyla leaned her head back enough so she could gaze up into his eyes.  Mercifully, tenderly, she reminded him, “My love, I am yours.  I have been, from our first kisses. Mayhap even before that night…”  Pictures flickered through his mind as she showed him how she had come to love him. Teyla laughing at something silly he had said; Teyla looking up at him empathetically, on the corner of Bleecker and Mercer; Teyla sobbing in his arms on her father’s kitchen floor.  In a half dozen heartbeats, she showed him a slew of little moments, wherein he was simply being himself, and all of them illustrating how her heart had fallen irretrievably to him—though in those moments he hadn’t had the eyes to see that amazing truth.  There he was, on the Sanctum roof with her in the moonlight, kissing her hand with sweet reverence; there he was kissing her mouth, on one of their secret excursions from Kamar-Taj, with her face cupped in his hands, and a patience that belied how much his blood had come to burn for her.    
Overwhelmed, Stephen hung his head down, feeling Teyla’s sweet breath whisper against his cheek; he splayed his hands flat against the wall on either side of her head, trying his damnedest to collect himself.  Allowing him his silence, she waited upon him, threading her fingertips through his hairline at the nape of his neck, the palm of her hand blessedly cool upon his flushed skin.  She nuzzled his ear, to whisper against it, “Did you not know this, Stephen?  Your lips marked me as yours, on our night beneath the moonlight—as I am forever now, if you would have it so.”
Her confession left him weak and filled him with joy—tinged with a trace of shame for the physical hunger that threatened to overrule his better nature. He wondered if she read his lust as well as she read his tenderness for her.  Did she understand how his body cried out to take her—to tear through the material that guarded her innocence, to finally breach her after the countless encounters that had sent him to his bed, unable to calm himself except by lengthy meditation?  Some nights lately, even that discipline had failed him, and he could only find sleep by picturing her lying sweetly beneath him, beckoning for him to do whatever he desired, while his scarred hands worked the deed he yearned to do inside of her.  Would she still adore him if she knew that dirty secret?
Teyla shuddered against him, sliding her arms beneath his, pulling him as close as she could, and began kissing his neck, delicately grazing his skin with her teeth.  “Yes, my love,” she murmured, drifting her hands down to his hips, “I will adore you.  I will give myself over to you…”  She ground her pelvis against his, moaning her delight at the sensation of his erection trapped between them, “Lead, and I will follow, my beloved…for I desire your satisfaction as much as my own.”
Stephen gripped her shoulders hard, lost to reason as he rained kisses upon her throat, then ripped through her light cotton top.  She wore nothing beneath but a heated flush, her nipples taut and rosy, and he grunted his appreciation before nuzzling her breast on a path to take one in his mouth.  She cried out in Hadeethan, as he circled it with the tip of his tongue, and he knew she was calling upon him to taste all of her in this way.
Eagerly—and perhaps too roughly—he drew her deeply into his mouth, testing what would please her, while rubbing his thumb hard against her other nipple.  Teyla gasped, but allowed him to progress—so that he moved his free hand down the smooth plane of her belly, daring his fingertips inside the waistband of the loose culottes she wore.  Teyla tensed as he teased his fingers lightly from hip to hip, and back, to end beneath her navel again.  Her small moan was a mix of pleasure—and uncertainty, despite her avowal of willingness.
Concerned, Stephen left off his play with her breast, and withdrew his more intimate touch.  He raised his face to Teyla’s, wanting to reassure her.  “It’s okay to tell me to stop, honey,” he promised her, “I know this is new to you—and I’m man enough to have the patience you need.”
She blinked several times, reading his truth, and then softly insisted, “But my sole wish is to please you, my love.”
He drew himself straight, beginning to master the fog of lust.  “Oh, baby, you do,” he assured her, “You please me in every smile you give me.  In the gift of every little touch.  In even the most innocent of kisses.”  And then, because her happiness was far more important to him than any gratification of the flesh, “I wouldn’t take you like this, in a back alley, fumbling through our clothing.  When it happens, I want to give you all the magic that you’ve given me.”
Relieved and grateful, she threaded her arms around his neck, peppering his skin with moist, sweet kisses.  He had to smile, had to pull her close again, chuckling devilishly—surprising her as he growled against her ear, “But, my dear Teyla, there is something I would like to give you, if you would allow it.  And for this, I think this back alley will do.”
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Stephen’s back was against the wall this time, with Teyla leaning against him.  The back of her head rested on his shoulder, as he landed slow, loving kisses along her neck, and exposed shoulder.  She had shyly agreed to his proposition, and had given him free reign to touch her as he wished.
He still wanted her; in fact, he still throbbed, but he had calmed enough to focus solely on his woman—knowing he’d have a raging case of blue balls once they returned to Kamar-Taj, and planning to take the coldest shower of his life.  This interlude was all about Teyla now.
She fit perfectly against him, and not for the first time he wondered if some benevolent power in the universe had fashioned her with him in mind.  That was massive hubris, he knew, but also a harmless fantasy after the trials he had endured as one of the secret defenders of Earth.  At least he could laugh at himself now, whereas his old self would have been too puffed up with his own self-importance to even grasp his own ridiculousness.
Stephen intended to take his time, to draw out her pleasure, looking forward to reaping her satisfied moans as the sole recompense for his patience—and this would be only a taste of the things he wanted to give to her.  Teyla had given him so much in the months since she had entered his life, far beyond the freedom from pain granted by her healing spell—for in her unconditional love, she was teaching him to forgive himself for a lifetime of selfishness, and showing him he was as worthy as any other soul, of being truly loved.�� In touching his heart as no woman ever had, she had made his life—which was already pretty damn good—even better.
He began by leisurely drifting the back of his hands along the curve of her breasts with the barest of contact, causing her to pull her shoulders back in a bid to have him strengthen his caresses.  “Patience, honey,” he crooned, breathing her in, the light, clean scent of her skin dearer than even the most expensive perfume worn by any lover he had ever had.  Teyla exhaled slowly, a little moan escaping her as he fleetingly cupped his palms beneath her breasts, and then traced lazy circles around her areolas with just the pads of his fingers, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.  His fingers sparked with the familiar heat that flowed from her flesh at his loving touch—such warmth a gift that had already become an addiction for him.
Teyla’s body was remarkably light as she leaned back upon him; she panted softly beneath the play of his hands, while he traced his lips along her skin.  Stephen glided one hand back up to her shoulder and then trailed his fingertips along the length of her arm, still slowly enough to make her shiver. Reaching her wrist, he raised her hand to rest against his cheek and pressed open-mouthed kisses on her palm.  Teyla hummed her appreciation, and left her hand there after he released it, sinking into him while he drew his fingers along her torso to her hip, keeping her breast gathered in his other hand.  She breathed hard, giving the first of many deeper moans to come.  He circled his thumb around the tight little bud of her nipple, then scraped his nail across it, making her yelp in surprise, and nestle her body more firmly against him.  His own arousal grew stronger, the feel of her bottom pressed against his erection pure and delicious.  “Take it easy, baby,” he breathed against her ear, “You move like that too much, and I’m gonna lose it.”  She rolled her head enough so she could kiss his neck.
Still massaging her breast, and teasing her with the edge of his nails, Stephen wandered his free hand along her abdomen, and rested his fingers inside her culottes, barely touching her panties.  “This is where it gets good, honey.”  Really, really good, he thought, sliding his fingers under the elastic band and feeling the downy-soft hair that covered her sex, relishing her quick intake of air and the sweet, open-mouthed groan that followed.  His voice grew a bit rough, betraying his need for her, as he asked, “Are you ready for this, baby?”   Teyla could only nod, whimpering her own need, her focus wholly on the promise of his fingers waiting there.
Stephen had always had talented fingers; dexterous as he’d learned to tickle the ivories in his childhood, brilliant as he bested all his friends at video games, masterful as he came into his own as a surgeon par excellence. Women had adored the way he played their bodies, craved his skill in exploring their secret places.  Even as he’d prided himself on the extraordinary surgical precision of his hands, so too he had always found deep satisfaction in bringing his lovers to climax by the touch of his hands alone.  After his accident he’d had no opportunity or inclination for any such attempts, believing that pleasure was as lost to him as the work he had felt defined him.
Trusting that her physiology was the same as women of Earth (and it must be, for Moraine to have born a child of mixed parentage) Stephen cupped his fingers against her mound.  Teyla immediately pushed into his hand, spreading her legs a bit to allow him better access.  He gripped her hip with his other hand, to keep her in place, and then gently parted her slit.  She bucked hard at the first pass of his fingers on her clitoris, bucked hard against him, jarring his cock and making him groan.  He knew that he must be careful, yet the temptation to give in to that feeling remained.
“Alright, Teyla,” he told her, dry-mouthed and yearning to rub his full length against her firm bottom, sans the clothing between them, “Easy now, my sweet baby.  Let me do this for you.  Let me make you cum.”  She moaned at hearing him speak so plainly, and at the way he drew out that last, forbidden word.
She nodded again, beautifully compliant and moaning his name, her body grown tense with anticipation.  Gently at first, he ran his fingertips along her warm, moist folds, marveling at the return of his fingers’ sensitivity, and glad to give this gift to the woman that he loved.  Loving her, he found that spot, unique in every woman, that spot he knew would set her ablaze; his expert, loving touch making her thrust her pelvis in her desire for resolution, although he swiftly left off, wanting to save that pleasure for after he played with her some more.  Her panties were damp with her musk, as he let his fingertips linger at her opening, though he didn’t plan to penetrate her this first time.  She gasped hard, straining against him.  “Don’t fight it, Teyla,” he told her, “Relax and let me please you.”
It was an exacting torture to him, as she pumped her hips in time with how he stroked her.  His desire to feel her climax in his hand was equaled by the heady urge to feel her wet, welcoming warmth encompass his erection.  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, he realized—for he was on the verge of losing control.  
Teyla keened his name as he worked her towards the peak of pleasure, calling him her beloved, her mouth falling open as her body stiffened in anticipation.  He rubbed her clit harder now, in small circles, while trying to ignore his own need by concentrating on how amazing it was to feel her come undone by just his touch.  Stephen knew she was close now, knew she would burst beautifully in only moments more.  Though he needed her to still her contact with his groin, needed to pull back before he reached the point of no return, he just couldn’t will himself to do it.  When Teyla suddenly slid her own hand over his, trapping his fingers beneath hers and in this way silently urging him to finish her, it was too much for him.  As her orgasm commenced, as her cries of pleasure filled his mind, it ripped a cry from the depth of his soul--her beauty in this simple act so natural and so purely for him that he came hard, despite his every intention not to, making him groan his release in communion with her own.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred in testament to her euphoria, trembling against him, the final spasms of her climax leaving her without strength enough to do anything but sag against him.  Teyla laced her fingers through his, still pressed against her swollen clitoris, and sent a whisper to his mind.  I love thee, Stephen Strange.  Beyond the power of any words to measure.
Quaking in the aftermath, legs feeling like jelly, Stephen managed to stay on his feet, buoyed by quiet happiness, as much from her loving affirmation as from the physical gratification they had both experienced.  Teyla still slumped, spent and gorgeous from his ministrations, relying on his arm across her body to keep upright.  Stephen thought he would be embarrassed by his loss of control, but as he held her he felt no shame.  Only a delicious contentment, and an awareness that she absolutely held his heart in her gentle, patient hands.  He brushed his nose and mouth against her hair, dampened at the roots but still sweetly scented, and then kissed her temple.  “I love you too, honey,” he told her, certain he could simply send that thought her way, but needing to hear himself say it out loud, “I love you, Teyla.  Heart and mind.  Body and soul.”  
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ithinkhobiknows · 3 years
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Headcannons for Irondad and Spiderson(Post HOCO- Pre Infinity War)
After peter rejecting his avengers offer, tony didn't know how to reach out him. But he wanted to mentor the kid a little more closely (this was not because he wanted to spend more time with his son).
Cue a TOTALLY random Tuesday evening (not for tony he sat up planning this stuff out for the past 2 weeks) Happy calls Peter informing him that he coming to pick peter up. peter's like "what? why? something wrong? ". Happy's like "Boss wants to see ya again so quit asking questions and come down kid!"
They ride to the compound. The whole time Peter is screaming internally and thinking of all the things he did wrong the past week. "does he know i left detention 5 min early????" "or maybe its the suit again he probably wants it back???" "Did he see me jumping of the tallest building in Queens for fun ,BECAUSE NED CONVICED HIM TO DO SO !
They finally arrive at the compound. if Peter wasn't panicking in the car, he is definitely NOW
So when Mr stark approaches him, he was preparing for the worst. But it turns out Mr stark asked him if he would be interested in an ACTUAL STARK INTERNSHIP !! Like what!!! And he said yes. Course he would say yes. It was the opportunity of a lifetime also internships look good on college applications! So bonus points for him.
It's on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Bonus, Sundays are Spiderman training days with the one and only WAR MACHINE AND THE VISION! since when did he get so lucky! And no parker luck doesn't count
On the other side tony is thrilled that the kid agreed to the internship. He couldn't wait to tell pepper
The moment peter walks In the lab on his first day and they start working together on upgrading his suit, then after a couple of weeks of that, slowly moving on to other stark industries projects . Tony soon learned that him and Peter work together flawlessly. They made a good team. He also shows off peter to every stark employee that approaches them while their taking break from the lab. In a subtle way of course.
DUM-E took a liking for the kid and basically follows peter around the lab with a fire extinguisher.
Peter became instant friends with vision. Even though they only met during training on Sundays. But even vision soon started visiting the lab to spend a more time with Peter. Tony was TOTALLY FINE WITH SHARING HIS PROTÉGÉ/ SON FIGURE with other people. He was just a little jealous though. But more than that peter and vision reminded tony of how he was like with Jarvis. God he missed Jarvis (person and AI)
Slowly the lab days turned to movie nights with snacks and everyone had gotten used to seeing peter in the compound.
Occasionally dinners with may, where she tells all his childhood stories
May and pepper became good friends. A powerful duo.
FAMILY game nights happened every Thursday (Peter always wins, no one knows how but he does) which sometimes turn into Karaoke sessions.
Peter knows how to play the guitar, drums, piano and ukulele ( Tony knew he was in band but what he did not know is that the kid had a great voice). Pepper wants him to play DAYLIGHT by TAYLOR SWIFT for their wedding.
Speaking of Taylor swift. peter is a huge Swiftie. His favourite album is 1989. But reputation and lover come a close second. Tony is gonna buy concert tickets for his birthday
Tony loves the little but sweet family they created.
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growingpaynes-art · 5 years
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A concept i’ve been thinking about since infinity war- Thanos using the reality stone to reverse the effects of the super soldier serum, causing Steve to revert back to his smaller, sickly self. It seemed to me like a good visual way to really shock an audience and bring an end to Steve’s character arc (a calling back to the themes of the first avenger and the idea that Steve was Captain America long before the serum, and allude to the Avengers 2012 quote “everything special about you came out of a bottle.” If Steve survives endgame this de-seruming may be taken as an opportunity to lead a more normal life, as was touched on in Age of Ultron, and allow the new generation of Avengers to take the lead.) Anyway, i had fun with this idea, hope you enjoy it.
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rohese-mischief · 5 years
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Guinevere Lowell
A quiet little girl, with a nerd's mind and a soft heart. Unpopular, she navigates highschool trying to steer away from all the drama, the action, and the Grand scheme of things.
Or is it all but an illusion?
This is an MCU fanfiction. The world and most of the cast do not belong to me. I own the plot and my OCs.
You can read it on Wattpad here.
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bucksfucks · 3 years
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So I have this headcannon that has been stuck in my ol brain for MONTHS and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Nomad!Steve from Infinty War. When he goes off the grid after Civil War, what’s he really been doing is hiding out in a cabin with his girlfriend having hot sex on every surface but most importantly the balcony that overlooks the mountains. I’ll leave now. Had to share with someone.
mountainside ; nomad!steve
summary || steve needs something to give him a release and you do just that.
warnings || possessive and rough steve, blowjobs, slight face-fucking, semi-public sex, bicep choking (??), overstimulation, breeding kink — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
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nomad!steve is desperate for any sort of release he can get post civil war and it just so happen that you’re able to give him the one thing he so hopelessly been searching for; control. he goes off the grid, leaving behind no trace of him as he practically builds the cabin surrounded by trees all by himself. 
you’re there by his side, steve vowing to protect you from anything and anyone. steve can be sweet, loving, and caring, but most of all, steve is possessive and love feeling you writhe under him. “i know you want it, baby, so come and get it.” he taunts, sitting upright by the headboard as you’re sitting at the foot of it. 
his cock is standing tall and proud, leaking with pre-cum as you slide onto your tummy in between his thick thighs. his beard has grown in nicely, along with his hair. “that’s a good girl, play with me, show me how much you love my cock.” 
you don’t need to be told twice, wrapping your hand around his shaft and pumping him slowly before your mouth is circling his tip. he holds back nothing, no moan or groan is muffled as his hips buck into your hollowing cheeks. “such a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well.” he praises, gripping the back of your neck before you’re pulled off of him. 
“want the world to see you, baby. want everyone to hear you scream.” he purrs in your ear, leading you to the balcony that over looks the beautiful mountainside. it’s chilly outside, the sun just starting to set as steve cages you into it with his large body. 
“don’t hold back, sweet girl. want you to scream my name so loud it echos.” he whispers, fingers teasing your clit as he spreads your legs apart. he has you falling over his fingers multiple times, loving the way you melt under his touch. 
“i think you’re ready for my cock, gonna have you nice and full of my cum when i’m through with you.” he promises, thrusting deep into you without warning as you’re edged forward against the railing. you’re holding onto it tight, not in fear, but from the way steve’s cock is nudging your g-spot. 
he has to hold you up, one arm snaked around your waist and the other bicep is curled around your neck as he fucks you mercilessly. he knows you’re his and that he’s yours. it’s the control he’s been chasing, the high he gets from you is all he’s ever wanted. 
“gonna cum ‘side you, fill you up nice and full ‘till you’re leakin’.” he growls, your walls clenching around his cock as you orgasm for the nth time that day. you feel light and dizzy as he bites down on your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your flesh as he cums inside of you. 
he’s filling you full, the thought of seeing you swell with his child only makes his cock twitch as you fall back against his chest. it’s firm and muscled, but soft and inviting as he picks you up to run a warm bath for you. 
literally every single surface of that cabin has been fucked on, including every single wall 
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fancyfade · 2 years
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Hey Same anon who posted about dick babs being OOC. I don't think you are being mean. But I just thought it's worth pointing out how amazingly different both characters became just so DC or whomever can shove them together. In the same way that you love late 90s+ babs, is the same way people also love her silver/bronze age. I get why DickBabs is shipped, but I also see why many find it polarizing and toxic. its 100% DC wanting to keep ship wars going instead of letting them all mvoe on.
ok i love all new earth babs p much. she still reads like the same character when she just shows up in suicide squad as she does in batfam comics and birds of prey for the most part. there are some minor fluctuations but nothing as major as what happens when devin grayson is writing her until new 52.
like NGL I would be less suspicious of the pre crisis of infintie earths aregument if I had EVER SEEN content about it outside a context of 'this is why dickbabs sucks'. But I've ONLY ever seen it brought up for that to argue why it's toxic or creepy.
like hate to break it to you but there was no ship wars going on when it just started. dick and kory were already broken up as the result of a long string of bad writing that had nothing to do with babs. like I literally read that entire arc. they were broken up BEFORE THEIR FUCKING WEDDING the proposal was an attempt to salvage the relationship. and no im not saying everyone was acting in character there but this was when woflman could not write a single thing. it wasn't a conspiracy or whatever it was terrible writing.
maybe later on w/ rebirth or new 52 or whatever... but when it just started it was not a ship war thing.
you know you can dislike a ship without trying to make up instances that did not happen or mischaracterize the characters (if this is the same anon, it was arguing that babs was insecure and always characterized as jealous and devin grayson didn't make it up). like you don't have to say "actually it's bad for babs (very rarely seen babs fans say this ironically 🤔)" or "actually it's about ship wars"
like you like the silver age. that's fine. you don't have to try to act like you know more than you do when you clearly did not actually read the comics you are talking about (claiming she was always characterized as insecure or always jealous).
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cescalr · 3 years
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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley & The Weasleys, Neville Longbottom & Ginny Weasley & Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter & Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Magic - Character Additional Tags: MCU will be minor in this particular story but not in this series okay? cool, it's here as set-up for future fics in this very large Universe, and for the situation our heroes find themselves stuck in, anyway, Injury, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, Permanent Injury, Nerve Damage, JUST, if medical stuff squicks you don't read the second chapter, skip it, You Have Been Warned, trigger warning: gore. surgery. blood. nothing fun in the second chapter, it's not too detailed but it's /quite/ detailed so i'd just err on the safe side, you can read some of the chapter but you will need to skip parts, anyway warning out of the way now to the other stuff, 'Two People Left In The World' scenario, the snap, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe, while MCU earth is having infinty war HP earth is during 1996 July, ok? good, Friendship, Isolation, End of the World, Post-Apocalypse, (kind of? The Snap counts), Magic, Living Together, Gen or Pre-Slash, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Coping, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, look okay it's mostly not happy because EVERYONE DIED except Harry and Ron, (that's not a spoiler that's the PREMISE dear god what have I done), so u no, nothing is rlly 'of the good' here but!! there are moments, it'll be happier in the following fics I PROMISE, Past Relationship(s), Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Character Death Series: Part 1 of The Snap. Summary:
Thanos snaps his fingers, and the consequences are felt throughout the endless Universe.
NEW CHAPTER! CH. 8 IS OUT!
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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 4 years
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With a little help from my fiends (who happen to be medically enhanced beings)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UeSFj6
by Ruth_Holmgren_mustdie
Peter Parker is very proud of that fact that he gets homework help from the Captain America. So when Ned and Michelle need advice for their world war ll paper, he knows just who can help. And besides, showing MJ that he knows an american hero (and technical war criminal) can't be anything but good. Chicks totally dig that, right? Steve Rodgers loves helping out the kids, may as well do some good as an aging super hero. What he doesn't expect is to be fucking READ by Michelle Jones. Okay, yes, he may live with his best friend of 70 years. Yes, they may say stuff that is weirdly intense for a platonic relationship. And, YES, they may be in love. But that doesn't mean they talk about it! Idiots. All of em.
Words: 727, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Michelle Jones
Additional Tags: One-Shot, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Homework, I have no clue what time line this falls into, i guess it's pre-infinty war?, but like, Steve and Bucky live together, also michelle knows about spider man, but her and peter aren't together, the kids get very intimidated by steve, when he's really just a beefy golden retirever, a twunk if you will, I feel like Bucky and Michelle are kindred spirits, also bucky hates the goverment, I DONT MAKE THE RULES, i refuse to believe there is a single smart person in the whole mcu, theyre all stupid, i want to be steve rodger's therapist, just so i can know why he's Like That, this fic is partly me vicariously living through michelle, so i can get some answers, idk why im adding so many tags for such a short fic, whatever man, Fluff, ? I guess, Pining, I suppose, you may have some yearning, as a treat, How Do I Tag
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A Day In the Life of Peter Parker by boo_boo_keys36
Summary: Just a glimpse into the every day life of Peter Parker and the relationship he has with Tony Stark. So really just IronDad and SpiderSon Fluff????
Pre-Infinty War because we are all pretending that it didn't happen.
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Two words: Domestic fluff.This is such a fun look into Peter and Tony’s relationship and just everyday life for Peter. 
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marvelous-avengers · 6 years
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A happy request now...(: Loki x pregnant reader (pre infinty war..heck IW never happens..) And she is showing a ton and Loki adores to feel his baby kick and he actually smiles and gets teary eyed ❤❤❤
we are all out here pretending that infinity war never happened and i am for it
enjoy!! i love this one
In all his life, he never imagined that this would happen. That he would fix his relationship with his brother, have a stable foundation and be able to strive forward for something good. He met you and then it was like everything fell into place. 
You made him see the good behind the bad, the heart behind the tricks. You helped him grow, helped him become a better person, the one he is today. 
It seems so unreal, like an illusion, something conjured up before his eyes, willing to break at any moment. His subconscious is waiting, it seems, for something to snap. For him to wake up and be back in a cell, grieving for lives lost long ago, angry at the world. For everything to just be a dream. 
“Loki.”
The soft call of his name grabs his attention away from the Asgardian skyline. He turns from the open balcony and gives the slightest smile when he sees you, hand cradling your swollen belly as your dresses flow behind you. You seem to be glowing and he tries to see if it’s a trick, if it’s just a figment of his own active imagination. It’s not.
He reaches out a hand as you get closer, your touch grounding him and making a shallow breath release from his lungs. He pulls you to him, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Doing well, darling?” He asks, intertwining your fingers. He doesn’t miss the way it makes your smile widen, and he squeezes softly. 
“Yes,” you say, hand still resting on your bump, fingers dancing over it. “Our child is kicking again. I thought you’d like to feel.”
He can feel the emotions stuck in his throat. Our child.
Wordlessly, you take your laced fingers and place them on the bottom of your stomach, turning your hands so his palm is cradling it. The baby kicks in your belly, and Loki clenches his jaw, eyes widening a fraction as they met yours. You just smile at him. The baby kicks again and this time, Loki lets out a breathless laugh and smiles, eyes watery. 
“Hello, little one,” he whispers as he leans down to face your belly, his other hand coming up to rest on the other side. “It’s me, your father.” Your child gives another nudge in response, almost affirming Loki’s statement. He can feel the energy of the child, the actual physical push that your baby is giving and responding to him. 
It’s everything he never thought he wanted, never thought he was going to have. But here he was, feeling a life that he helped create. He was more mature, wiser, stronger in more ways than one. Better.
Happy.
The tears start streaming down his face as he is so overcome with emotion that this is real, it’s really happening, and it’s his. He places a sweet kiss on your bump, right where he felt the baby kick. He doesn’t dare wipe the tears from his cheeks, doesn’t notice that you are also crying softly. “I’m going to make you so proud, little one.”
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elenatria · 5 years
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@accelder
A friend of mine thought that if Loki is indeed alive or if Gamora/Vision will be brought back (since they’re the only ones who died outside of the snap), it would make sense that either Tony or Cap would die to balance things out as it should be. Cus if u look at all their posters, those who have fallen are equal to those who survived. Bring one from the fallen back, one from the remaining heroes should die. Balance. Which sucks. I want Loki back but GotG 3 is confirmed.
You know, this “balance” thing never made sense to me. I think the specifics are fan-made and it baffles me how we all think that the pre-snap/after-snap thing determines which deaths are reversible and which aren’t. I used to get anon asks before Infinty War suggesting that “if Thor survives Loki must die because balance” or “one of two brothers must die because balance” etc etc. 
Wut? I know Loki died eventually but… is that how Thanos’ “balance” works? I thought the snap killed people randomly, for instance it killed both T’Challa AND his sister Shuri, both the Vision and his soul mate Wanda, I mean…?
Tony and Cap might die yeah, because both actors seem eager to move on to other projects, and because Cap dies in the comics and is replaced by Bucky. But not because of “balance”, I don’t think so. 
And the posters can’t show us all the dead and all those who still live so there’s no way we can measure the “balance” with precision. Jane Foster was confirmed by the Russos to be alive and she’s not on the posters because she’s a minor character. Korg might be alive too. Lady Sif is officially dead. Do we only count the heroes who appeared in “Infinity War”? Doesn’t make sense.
So, even if GotG3 is confirmed and Gamora comes back to life, I don’t think that has anything to do with bringing Loki back. He’s coming back as Kid Loki, or as Thor’s ally in Hel, I mean… we’re getting a Loki series, right? Even if it’s a parallel universe, a “what if”, a prequel or whatever, Disney simply cannot make millions out of an “officially and irreversibly dead character”, period. 
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accelerhearted-blog · 5 years
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( Hot Take: Pietro being Not Okay just suddenly getting thrusted back into life after being dead.
Unless they go the ‘back in time’ route which I don’t see happening at this point.
But if he was dead and they’re bringing him back? Imagine how awful that has to feel. How much time has passed. Relationships that were made before you came back. People who are friends now that didn’t feel like friends before you died.
Everyone’s lives having moved on, specifically Wanda’s (assuming we get her back too - unless we AU this shit and it happens pre-infinty war). 
Imagine coming back into all of that just NOT knowing. I feel like Pietro would feel a bit overwhelmed?? Confused?? Scared, even?? I would. )
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builder051 · 6 years
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Hi umm do you have a masterlist for your marvel fics? Sorry.
But of course.  It’s a link at the top of my blog in desktop mode, and there’s also a link in my bio that should be accessible for both desktop and mobile users.  
I’ll paste the goods below (be aware that I completely rebuilt this about a week ago, so let me know if any of the links seem to not work/be wrong).
SPIDER-MAN
Spiderverse (mostly compliant with MCU Canon)
Prompt fill (Peter’s sick after the civil war fight)-contains vomit
No sympathy (Peter has a bad Halloween patrol)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (The day after Halloween is another bad one for Peter’s stomach)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter shouldn’t try to drink with Tony)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter’s sick in the car while Happy’s driving)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter leaves school because he’s sick, and May thinks he’s ditching)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter’s sick while at the Avengers facility, Pepper Potts comforts)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter does badly on a mission because he’s sick)
Prompt fill (Peter has a migraine)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter has a concussion)-contains vomit
spidermanspotter (Peter and Tony laugh about social media and migraines)
Ruins (Peter’s powers interfere with his dental surgery)-contains vomit
Live and learn (Peter’s sick at school and Tony picks him up)-contains vomit
Running (Peter and Tony have an argument.  Peter runs away)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter is overstimulated and has a panic attack)-contains vomit
Rerun (Peter is sick at the Avengers facility again)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter has a migraine while training with Tony)-contains vomit
Aftermath (Peter heads to Avengers tower after his showdown with Vulture)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter gets a concussion while on patrol)-contains vomit
200 word ficlet (Peter nauseous coming off patrol)-contains vomit
Playing the fool (Peter’s sick at an Avengers party)
200-word ficlet (Peter’s nervous meeting Steve)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Peter has another concussion)
200-word ficlet (Peter explains fanfiction to Tony)
200-word ficlet (Peter struggles with repairing his suit)
200-word ficlet (Peter’s carsick with Tony and Happy)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Peter has appendicitis)-contains vomit
Now pick me up (Peter’s sick and Tony mother-hens)
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist (That one scene from Infinity War)
The Tony and Peter ER headcaonon (what it says on the tin)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Tony takes Peter to the facility for the weekend without realizing the kid is sick)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter’s sick and May’s out of town, so he calls Tony)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Tony has trouble breathing, Peter assists)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter’s sick and Nat tells him stories)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Peter passes out from adrenaline crash)-contains vomit
Ain’t that a kick in the head (May’s on vacation and Peter and Tony both have a cold)
Spiderverse 2.0 (ED-verse)
Beautiful oblivion (the ffing Spider-Man novella)- contains vomit and big tw for eating disorders
The motives in your head (a re-telling of the last 2 chapters of Beautiful Oblivion from Tony’s POV)-contains vomit, big ED TW
CAPTAIN AMERICA
Missing Moments (Compliant with MCU canon)
Needle and the thread (Steve’s a wreck after coming off the ice)-contains vomiting
Left with what you had (Bucky’s carsick on the way to T'Challa’s palace, then overwhelmed with memories once they get there)-contains vomit
Who are the stars (Bucky’s in cryo; Steve can’t deal)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Bucky struggles in Wakanda, Shuri tries to assist)
Lose your faith in me (Missing moment pre-Infinty War.  What was Steve up to while Bucky was in Wakanda?)
200-word ficlet (Bucky helps Shuri in the lab)
Powers/No Powers Choose-Your-Own-Adventure
Wait for tomorrow (Bucky contemplates suicide; Steve rescues him)-contains vomit
Stay with me, we’ll take the night (the 4th of July is a disaster for Steve and Bucky)-contains vomit
Come to me now and rest your head (Read on AO3–A short Stucky novella)-contains vomit
Pumpkin spice and everything nice (Bucky’s not a fan of Steve’s PSL)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve has food poisoning and Bucky assists)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky has appendicitis)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky’s sick while Steve’s out of town, Nat assists)-contains vomit
Prompt fill(Steve has a migraine, Bucky picks him up from work)
Prompt fill (Steve’s getting ill, but Bucky’s already having a bad day)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky’s not feeling great, Steve doesn’t really notice)
Prompt fill (Bucky’s triggers)
Prompt fill (Bucky takes initiative to tell Steve he’s ill)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky’s drunk)-contains vomit
Morning after (Bucky’s now hungover)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve runs himself ragged taking care of Bucky)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve has the flu, Bucky is a good caretaker)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky has the flu)-contains vomit
The gun still rattles (Bucky battles with depression again)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky’s unwell, and he calls Steve to come home)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky’s sick with a bug)-contains vomit
200 word ficlet (Nat and Bucky stuck in an elevator)-contains vomit
Beatitude (Bucky continues to struggle with depression)
Burning for you (Steve has heat exhaustion)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Buck’s undone by a migraine)-contains vomit
Taste love and pain (another installment of Bucky vs. Depression)
Prompt fill (Bucky has a fever and a breakdown at Whole Foods)
Prompt fill (Bucky’s sick and dehydrated)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky and Steve are both unwell, Laura B. attends)-contains vomit
Heroverse (Mostly canon through CA: TWS)
Drabble: Childhood Illness (Steve’s sick at school, Bucky is there to help)-contains vomiting
Prompt fill (Pre-serum Bucky with a migraine)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Pre-serum Bucky with stomach flu)-contains vomit
You can have my everything (The unthinkable happens to Steve)-contains vomit and TW for rape
Prompt fill (Steve is depressed and wakes up ill)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve has a concussion, Bucky assists)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky’s on is first mission, it goes badly, and Steve’s not feeling great)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve’s poisoned on a mission and Bucky helps him)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve has a bad run-in with mind control tech)
Prompt fill (Steve is seasick)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve’s seasick again, this time with Bucky)-contains vomit
Sail away (again) (Bucky’s seasick this time)- contains vomit
200 word ficlet (Steve’s seasick on a cruise)-contains vomit
Butane in my veins (Steve’s poisoned on a mission and doesn’t want to disturb Bucky)-contains vomit
Where are you going with the mask I found (Bucky panics at a party)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Steve takes a hard hit on a mission)
Some nights I call it a draw (Sam struggles with grief, Steve tries to help)
Prompt fill (Bucky tries to keep sick Steve from going on a mission)-contains vomit
Whoa Bessie (AU-Verse featuring veteran Bucky and trans Steve)
Ignite your bones (the ffing Stucky novella)- contains vomit
Dodging bullets with your broken past (Bucky has a concussion and a setback)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Bucky is carsick except not really)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Steve is delirious with fever)-contains vomit
Hollow heroes separate (Bucky breaks down and really lets his feelings out)
Verse-less
200 word ficlet (Bucky waking up with stomach flu)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Steve’s trying to sleep with a migraine)
200-word ficlet (Steve and Bucky overhear the neighbors)
Prompt fill (Steve wakes in the night sick)-contains vomit
AVENGERS
Avengers Misc.
Love so fragile (The OG Nat and Clint motion sickness fic)-contains vomit
Mountain Roads (Clint is carsisck and Nat helps out)-contains vomit
Man in motion (Steve is airsick his first time in a modern jet–Avengers missing moment/rewritten scene)-contains vomit
Iron Man
Take the cake (Tony’s sick after sampling his birthday cake)-contains vomit
And up she rises (Tony feels the effects of palladium poisoning)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Tony suffers a concussion, Peter and Nat assist)-contains vomit
Science Bros
Where’s the fun in doing what you’re told (Tony wants to collab, Bruce happens to be post-hulk and sick)-contains vomit
Nat on Fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway (Natasha is in crisis, Steve attempts to help)-contains vomit
And if the night is burning (Nat’s hurt on a mission, everyone needs a mental health day)-contains vomiting
Open fire (Natasha is in crisis, Steve asists)-contains vomit
Burning black (Nat on Fire 4.0, Nat’s held captive and assaulted)-contains vomit and TW for implied rape
There’s a fire inside when I’m falling over (Steve’s frame of mind at the end of Nat on Fire 4.0) TW for implied rape
Barton fam
Clint and Laura sickfic drabble (Clint’s up during the night with a stomach bug)-contains vomit
Clint and Laura sickfic drabble, part 2 (a continuation of the above)-contains vomit
The Clint is too nauseous to make breakfast headcanon (what is says on the tin)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (It’s his daughter’s birthday, and Clint comes home with a stomach bug)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Clint’s down with a migraine and has to call Nat for backup)-contains vomit
Bruce/Natasha
I’m just a ghost running scared (Bruce is ill after hulking out, Nat assists)-contains vomit
Thor
Short drabble: Loki + stomach bug
Point of no return (Loki panics at the looming presence of Thanos)
200-word ficlet (Loki panics and is sick)-contains vomit
Black Panther
Round the table (T'Challa has a stomach bug on his first trip to the Avengers facility)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (T'Challa is ill, Bucky assists)-contains vomit
The T'Challa and Shuri antacids headcanon (what it says on the tin)
Prompt fill (Nat comforts T'Challa after T'Chaka’s death)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (T'Challa’s sick at the gym)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (T'Challa’s sick on the jet)-contains vomit
Panthera quartet (T'Challa whump missing moments)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (T'Challa’s injuired, Nat tells Shuri)
Prompt fill (Shuri breaks down post-Infinity War)
Prompt fill (Bucky is ill in Wakanda, Shuri and T'Challa attend)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (T'Challa’s cold interferes with his kingly duties)
200-word ficlet (T'Challa is sick and embarrasses Shuri)-contains vomit
200-word ficlet (Shuri’s overheated and sick, T'Challa hovers)-contains vomit
Sargent Pepper and T'Challa’s lonely heart (Pepper helps a sick and homesick T'Challa)
Prompt fill (Nakia calls out T'Challa’s fever)
Prompt fill (T'Challa’s done after a bad mission)-contains vomit
Short drabble (Shuri calls T'Challa for help)
Prompt fill (T'Challa’s sick in a meeting, Nat assists)-contains vomit
JESSICA JONES/AVENGERS CROSSOVERS
A ticket costs only your mind (Jessica Jones/Avengers crossover: read on AO3)-contains vomit
Call me the worst (Jessica Jones/Avengers crossover: Jess attempts suicide–OBVIOUS TRIGGER WARNINGS)-contains vomit
DAREDEVIL
Keep climbing the (green) mountain (Matt struggles with non-24 and caffeine addiction)-contains vomit
The things they said could restore me (Matt’s cold is a real wallop in the gut)-contains vomit
200-word fic (Matt’s emotional and sick after a loss at trial)-contains vomit
Prompt fill (Matt’s sick and dizzy, Foggy comes to the rescue)-contains vomit
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ao3feed-thorbruce · 5 years
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I promise
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HkaIQG
by Saturning
Thor is broken and Bruce tries to offer him emotional support.
Words: 1099, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner
Relationships: Bruce Banner/Thor
Additional Tags: post-infinty war, Thor Needs a Hug, Angst, Comfort, Hurt, Pre-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Trailer, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HkaIQG
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maitre-kuroneko · 7 years
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[1. From A Dusty Bookshelf] [2. All That Great Heart Lying Still] “The nightingale is still locked in the cage The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs An old oak sheltering me from the blue Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves A catnap in the ghost town of my heart She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the ride Raving harlequins, gigantic toys A song of me song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me verse in need Of a pure-heart singing me to peace All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing All that great heart lying still In silent suffering Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end What is left for encore Is the same old dead boy's song Sung in silence All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing A midnight flight into Covington Woods A princess and a panther by my side These are Territories I live for I'd still give mt everything to love you more [3. Piano Black] A silent symphony A hollow opus #1,2,3 Sometimes the sky is piano black Piano black over cleansing waters Resting pipes, verse of bore Rusting keys without a door Sometimes the within is piano black Piano black over cleansing waters All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [4. Love]* I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand. Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices. I do, but walk by. An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic It's half-light and he's in tears. When he finally comes his eyes are cascading. I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me. All pride has left his wild eyes. I wish I had my leg to spare. A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars. She's never loved him more. An obese girl enters an elevator with me. All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck. Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me. She's going to dinner alone. That makes her even more beautiful. I see a model's face on a brick wall. A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill. A city that worships flesh. The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was us Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn Bathing in places no-one's seen before Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature In early air of the dawn of life A sight to silence the heavens I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead Where the air tastes like snow music Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture I would bathe in a world of sensation Love, goodness and simplicity (While violated and imprisoned by technology) The thought of my family's graves was the only moment I used to experience true love That love remains infintie, as I'll never be the man my father is How can you "just be yourself" when you don't know who you are? Stop saying "I know how you feel" How could anyone know how another feels? Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer? I am, you are, all of them already Dear child, stop working, go play Forget every rule There's no fear in a dream "Is there a village inside this snowflake?" - a child asked me "What's the colour of our lullaby?" I've never been so close to truth as then I touched its silver lining Death is the winner in any war Nothing noble in dying for your religion For your country For ideology, for faith For another man, yes Paper is dead without words Ink idle without a poem All the world dead without stories Without love and disarming beauty Careless realism costs souls Ever seen the Lord smile? Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man? Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks? Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground I see all those empty cradles and wonder If man will never change I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am Is smoke and mirrors Still given everything, may I be deserving And there forever remains the change from G to Em”
*Part 4 is not in the video, the album version of this song is 13 minutes long ^^;
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star-knight-barnes · 5 years
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So I just realised that when Thor enters Wakanda in perhaps the best superhero landing EVER, he's not seen anyone from the Avengers for three years. Like could just imagine being Steve and not having seen Thor for three years during which you get a divorce with you husband run off with your boyfriend and be vigilantes, half your teams divided into two and having to explain that. Could you imagine being Thor and going through that explanation. When did they even tell him. Was it after infinty war in the post snap and pre thanos beheading. Like just imagine Steve for five seconds eho hasn't seen one of his team mates cos he's been doing important things and then all of a sudden when the world's ending he comes back with a raccoon and tree and an axe. Idk where i was going with this but essentially it was that you'd just be confused as to how he knew where he was needed and why he didn't show up sooner. Did Thor have to explain what happened to Loki like I'm just I need the interactions there idk
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