#thanos demands your silence

[fluffyfantasticducky]

How to Cure Pains and Heartaches

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: After such a bitter end, Loki has no choice but to fade away. To his surprise he awakens in bed where he will be taken care of. Why? What do they want of him? Who's that lovely mortal?

☆ Word Count: 6,266

☆ Notes: Loki being a swooning darling, he's recovering from injuries in a fix it AU where he survives the attack on the Statesman and he gets to live on earth.

☆ Warnings: Mention of Loki's trauma and torture courtesy of the Mad Titan, fuck you Thanos. Mention of gaining weight (but it isn't given a negative conotation).

No one could deny Loki had gone through a lot of stuff, simply his Asgardian nature and the amount of exposure he had had with war from a young age would (rightfully) horrify most Midgardians, plus the pressure of being royalty and the responsibility it demanded with him.

In retrospect, Loki always knew his amount of responsibility were no way near as high as Thor’s, which allowed Loki to get some relief by following his nature as God of Mischief. But still: meetings, war council, royal balls, and in general trying to keep an image of perfection to most of Asgard other than Thor’s group and his parents who truly knew of Loki’s more playful nature, it was quite draining.

And that was before the true horrors.

That one trip to Jotunheim had been the source of over a decade of disgrace. Knowing all that battle would cause, he never would’ve let those three other Jotuns into the vaults of Valaskjalf.

After that, it was tragedy after tragedy. And the worst of them happened in the Sanctuary II.

At first, he thought some bounty hunters had recognized him, given they seem to know who he was, and the only reason they spared his life was because it would be about a matter of time until they’d bargain his life with Odin.

But after several months where he was starved, and his only contact was to be tortured, where the Black Order tore his body apart bit by bit, breaking bones, tearing skin only to throw him back into an isolation cell, where all that kept him together was his pride and the thought that Heimdall could see him and start a rescue mission, thing he learned years later couldn’t be done.

And when he didn’t cave in, they shattered his mind as well, using the Mind Stone on his scepter, giving him no choice but to submit. Everything bad in his life prior to that point seemed to be blissful field trip.

And for many years later he thought he would spend the rest of his life suffering to atone to the horrors he unleashed onto Jotunheim and New York. And by the time the Sanctuary II intercepted the Asgardian escape ship on its way to Earth, and he felt himself fading from reality… nothing had proved him otherwise.

At least he had protected his brother…

…

Who would’ve thought that the next time he opened his eyes he would be laying in a hospital bed, flowers by his ankles and a cervical collar? He had a thousand questions. Where was he? Who brought him there? Why had he been saved? Why couldn’t they let him just die?

Just when he thought it was another round of the same type of torture the Black Order inflicted on him, the door opened… Only about a few hours after waking up, and just in time when his stomach started growling.

The first time he saw you, you felt like a vision. Beautiful and most of it all, kind.

“Loki how are you feeling?” you smiled at him, as you stepped inside the room with a tray of warm food. The smell made his mouth water. “Were you waiting for long? Sorry, I didn’t hear you wake up.”

Loki was quietly staring at you. Not only because his throat was dry, but because he had no idea who you were or what were your intentions.

But you didn’t seem bothered by his silence. You just let out a little chuckle.

“You seem more active today” you smiled, “Usually you can only stay awake for a few seconds. Are you hungry?”

Loki wanted to be proud and say nothing, but his body’s needs were stronger, and a rather loud growl of his stomach gave it away how hungry he was, making his cheeks flare up in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I would be hungry too if I hadn’t eaten anything in 5 years” you spoke compassionately, but with a hint of humor.

5 years?!?

“How long have I been here?” he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse beyond recognition, and it hurt to speak.

“Oh, you poor thing, you must be thirsty” you said as you reached his food tray and grabbed a cup of water with a straw and placed it just before his lips. “About your question, a few weeks, a Stark satellite detected a faint life signal and Thor went to find you.”

You spoke in such a humane manner that Loki couldn’t help but lower his guard a bit, and he opened his mouth as you helped him drink.

The water was cold and fresh, it felt so relieving that he couldn’t hold back a sigh when he finished drinking, that only happened when the cup was empty.

You let out a soft giggle at the sight of him. It was then that he recognized you, sort of.

He vaguely remembered your laugh, it was faint, but if he pushed himself to think about it, it was there. He never saw your face, but the sound was familiar, so he concluded it must have been previous visits while he was still unconscious.

It was a pretty sound… innocent, pure.

“You mentioned my brother…” Loki asked. “Is he…?”

As he made his question, you set a table before him and the tray on top of it. It was a huge bowl of soup, and one of mashed potatoes. His stomach growled once again.

“Thor has been visiting you every day practically without exception” you told him. “He talks to you, keeps you updated about his life. Last week he came with Doctor Foster, it seems they started seeing each other again. But we’ve notified him you’re finally awake.”

You sat beside him on the edge of the bed and grabbed the spoon on the tray and started feeding him the soup. It was so warm, and the flavor was rich, that his eyes started watering. What cruel trick was all this kindness? When would this all go South?

His forming tears didn’t go unnoticed, and you cupped his face, your soft fingers caressing his cheeks to clean his tears.

“You don’t have a fever, does it hurt anywhere?” you asked.

“No… I feel per—” he choked on his words, “I feel perfectly fine… all things considered.”

“I’ll monitor your reflex later, but first focus on eating” you said gently. “You need to regain your strength.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he was so hungry that if he had had more strength, he would just hold the bowl and chug it all down. By the time he was onto the mashed potatoes he was a lot stronger, the second meal was just as tasty, seasoned just right to make him want to keep eating until his stomach popped.

He even let out a soft little breathy burp, which made you giggle again.

“Don’t eat so fast!” you scolded him with a happy tone.

He found it in himself to laugh softly along with you.

“5 years without food, I remind you” he joked back. “I’ll eat as fast as I can.”

“You were blipped 5 years... you didn’t age a day.”

“Blipped?”

You spent the next few minutes filling him in what had happened. Thanos won, and half of the universal population vanished, for them it was only a few minutes at most… while the rest of the universe aged 5 years. Five years, where everyone thought he was dead, where he was dead.

Now, Loki wanted to cry. The amount of relief that washed over him made him rest back.

“Finally… I’m free…” he sighed. “It’s over… he’s gone…”

He tried covering his eyes when he noticed the sting coming from his left arm, he noticed a cast neatly wrapped around it.

“Your neck injury was the most concerning, but your arm and ankle were badly wounded as well” you explained, and he noticed another cast covering his foot from arch to his ankle. “Although your foot is mostly healed by now.”

He put some attention to his bandaged foot and wiggled his toes, which thank the gods responded perfectly.

“It’s a bit itchy” Loki pointed out.

“I’m pretty sure that’s normal” you chuckled and grabbed a pencil from your pocket, and sneaked it in his cast, and scratched his sole. “Here.”

But the touch, while it somewhat alleviated the itch, it had an unexpected tickly feeling that caused Loki to yelp and jerked his foot back.

“Hehe-hey!” he giggled.

“I’m sorry” you apologized with a soft chuckle.

“You’re lucky I’m too weakened to put a dagger to your throat” Loki spoke, but he noticed he couldn’t get rid of the amusement in his voice.

“Perhaps I should take the chance to really make you laugh then.” You smiled, twirling the pencil on your fingers. “Given you can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Loki blurted out, “If you even dare to… to…”

He felt his cheeks flush. It had been so long since he had been tickled, it felt silly, plus he was quite vulnerable right now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to upset you” you assured him, “…yet.”

You let out another soft laugh at the indignation in his face.

“Do you not know the consequences of crossing me?” Loki asked, “Are you that ignorant of the capabilities of the God of Mischief? I have terrorized this realm, Midgard bows before my power! I could finish you with a single hand.”

“What would you get out of it?” you asked bluntly. “You live here now; you would only lose.”

He looked at you and opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Not only was he too weak right now to even keep that threat, but truly besides that little tickle you had been nothing to but kind to him, and even that had been with the intention to help him.

“Do you truly not fear me?” Loki asked after another moment of silence.

“Should I?” you asked with a happy smile.

Perhaps he found that little grin of yours to be too charming, it could be the fact that you had his food and water at your mercy, or it could be the fact that you were a purely friendly presence, which he hadn’t had in… he couldn’t remember for how long. But he truly didn’t want you to be scared of him.

“I suppose not” he finally said.

“Predictable.”

Loki let out a laugh.

“You’re a funny little one” Loki smiled.

Just then a loud noise came in as if something huge was stomping their way through the hall. Which proved to be not far off because soon a large blond figure tumbled onto the door frame.

“Brother…” both Asgardians said in unison.

The older brother’s eyes filled with tears as he rushed to the bed, and with the last self-control he possessed, Thor didn’t tackle the raven haired into a bear hug. Just… collapsed on his knees by the side of his bed.

“You’re awake…” the God of Thunder burst into messy sobs. “…Alive.”

In other times, Loki would’ve found Thor’s reaction ridiculous, mockable, or annoying… but after all they had been through and seeing the streak of his own hair tangled in one of Thor’s braids… he let out a soft sob as he gently reached to place his hand on Thor’s head.

“Ahem!” you cleared your throat to make yourself present. “As long as you’re careful with his neck, you two can hug.”

You smiled and left the room to give them space. Both brothers let out a laugh and Thor cradled his little brother in his arms, supporting his head as if he was a baby as his other hand was squeezing Loki.

“I told you the sun would shine on us again” Loki spoke softly.

“You idiotic, insincere, irresponsible, impulsive, inconsiderate fool!” Thor scolded him, sounding more relieved than anything.

“Oh, good, you ran out of insults that started with an I” Loki laughed.

“I beg you, brother. Never give me a scare like that again” Thor begged.

“In my defense, I didn’t fake it this time” he whispered.

There was an awkward silence as none of the princes knew what to say to each other, there was so much to say, but… where to start?

“I… heard you started seeing Doctor Foster again.”

That made Thor smile as started telling Loki what he had done with his life, how Asgard was doing, which was what finally broke Loki, hearing Asgard managed to live on was that finally burst into tears as he hugged his brother again.

The two brothers talked for hours, and for the first time in years, if not ever, Loki felt the conversation with his brother be purely lighthearted. He was so lost in the chat that it took him hours to notice…

“You’ve gained weight” Loki pointed out.

“Quiet, you imp…” Thor snorted. “It’s been tough these last 5 years.”

“I… did not mean to be judgmental” Loki assured him. “It just… I’ve been out for so long…”

“Well, don’t get used to this, I’m already exercising again, and I’m renouncing to beer… aside from social events” Thor said happily.

“Oh? I didn’t know you drank” Loki tilted his head. “But… good for you.”

Thor’s face darkened, making Loki immediately regret his comment.

“It was… Very rough five years…” Thor said again. “I suppose time wasn’t kind on me.”

Loki felt a pang of guilt settle on his chest, after Ragnarök he truly had no intention to pull another stunt like that. For once, he had every intention to stick by Thor’s side.

But at the time the Sanctuary II intercepted their ship, all Loki could think was protecting Thor. Because he knew that if anything happened to his brother, no one else would’ve had a fighting chance against the Mad Titan. But he had been reckless.

“I— I’m sorry brother…” Loki apologized, and Thor smiled at him. “How’s Asgard?”

“It’s been difficult as you may imagine… but, you know… us Asgardians are stubborn, we’ve managed.” Thor smile. “Little Asgard is thriving!”

“Oh, I’m painfully aware, you’re all a nightmare” Loki joked, making Thor laugh again.

Despite his sarcasm, something in the way Thor said us Asgardians made Loki smile, by now Thor knew very well his true nature, and yet he still treated him as one of his own, like his brother, maybe not bound by blood, but by something stronger.

The conversation kept going until Loki’s stomach growled in hunger, but by then the sun had set a while ago. And it didn’t take long after when you had stepped in the room with a tray of food and Thor excused himself for the night.

The meals were simple and soft for a good while, porridge, broths and soups, sauce-less pastas, yogurts, Jello, but having a pretty mortal such as yourself literally feeding him and tending to his every whim made his recovery quite pleasant. Especially when he started eating solid foods again and the meals were a lot tastier.

“You’re healing quite fast,” you told him as you checked monitored his ribs for any soreness. “I’ve heard injuries usually take maybe 3 or 4 times longer to heal. …In the best of circumstances, but Stephen said your bones are practically all healed now.”

“If someone can pull out a miracle like that, a god should be the right place to go” he joked as he kept holding his shirt up so you could.

“That’s fair, also having the best doctors and technology at our disposal helps, doesn’t it?” you quipped.

“Do not underestimate my divinity, mortal” he said dramatically.

“Oh, yes, forgive me, your godly-ness…” you bowed just as dramatically.

“You’ve been gaining weight” you said as you prodded your stomach.

He let out a yelp.

“Rude” he said cheekily.

“No, I mean, you were practically nothing but skin and bones when we found you” you assured him, “I mean you seem healthier now. You must be in your healthy weight again by now.”

“Do not flatter me” Loki smirked.

“Flatter you?” you gasped out a laugh. “Nonsense, it’s been my care the reason you no longer look like a malnourished cat!”

He did not expect you to start prodding and squeezing his belly, instantly causing him to burst out laughing. Curse his gut for being this vulnerable to your playful fingers.

“Nohohohoho! Don’t!” he whined between cackles. “Stohohohop!”

“Oh my god!” you laughed and gave him a small breather “I didn’t even have to do anything… But if you insist…”

“W-What…? Insist…?”

“I won’t stop…”

“W-What? N-No! PLEHEHEHEASE! NO! STOP!” Loki begged despite his pride, but the way you kept squeezing his belly, giving his skin soft pinches made him wheeze out shaky laughter was too much. “NOT MY— NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

You started focusing on the patch of skin around his belly button, which surprisingly enough was even more ticklish than his navel itself. He started digging his heels onto the mattress as he arched and squirmed on the bed.

“Okay, okay!” you squeaked out as you grabbed his ankle, forgetting your playful attack, to settle him back on bed. “Easy there… you’ll hurt your foot again.”

He was more focused on catching breath, but he still felt you helping him stretch and move his ankle to check if he hadn’t hurt himself in the middle of his squirming.

“You’re… huff… huff… the worst nurse…” he groaned.

“Ask for another nurse who can deal with you” you chuckled as you gently tickled his sole making him let out a giggle.

You weren’t exactly part of the medical team, but after everything that had happened, the Avengers were understaffed, and every task that Tony’s technology couldn’t fill in were done by the Avengers themselves, his brother and Maximoff twins helped with cleaning, Bruce and Clint cooked, Tony handled the finances (in more than just been the Compound’s sponsor), and so and so.

You were a lab assistant, although, not in the medical field. Yet, given your friendly nature and bond with the God of Thunder, Thor himself had entrusted you to look after his most precious thing, his little brother. But under normal circumstances, you’d be working with chemicals or mechanics by the side of your mentors and the Spiderling.

Although now, you had been tasked solely to look after Loki, given no one else was capacitated to deal with him and you seemed to understand each other, and Loki even had friendly interactions with you. Or well, friendly for Loki.

“Get up!” you whined pulling him by his healthy arm.

“I don’t want to” Loki protested.

“Why not?” you huffed defeatedly as you let go of him.

“I don’t exactly feel excited to be sat on a cold table to be prodded and squeezed and all to get stabbed.”

“Injections aren’t the same as getting stabbed, you big baby” you laughed, as you poked his sides, causing Loki to jump and swat your hand away.

“It’s a sharp metal piercing my skin, isn’t it?” he defended himself as he crossed his arm across his chest. “Call me a baby if you please, but it doesn’t excite me being pierced by your tiny blades.”

“L-Loki… are you afraid of needles?” you asked with an amused smile, he could tell by your tone that you were holding back laughter.

“I am not!” he scoffed.

“Oh! You are!” you smiled immensely.

“Is this funny to you?”

“N-No… Don’t worry, it’s cute. I used to fear needles too, you know, when I was five.” You grinned.

Loki’s ears perked up.

“That was a lie” he smiled cockily.

“What?”

“That’s a lie” he repeated himself. “You either still fear them or just recently stopped doing so.”

“Wha— that’s…” your cheeks turning pink were the last tell.

“God of Lies, don’t bother denying it. I can tell when some lies to me” he grinned triumphantly. “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”

You huffed as you smacked the back of his hand.

“And here I was going to tell you my trick to control my nerves” you huffed.

“Which is…?” Loki asked, partly to tease you, but deep down actually wanting to know.

You shuffled through your bag and pull-out headphones and handed them to him. Loki forced himself to ignore the way your hand brushed against his when you handed them to him.

“Just close your eyes and listen to some music” you smiled, “it helps with a lot of things. But if you need to you can hold my hand and squeeze it if you get scared.”

He smiled at you. “Thank you.”

“Tell you what, if you’re brave, I’ll make sure you have your favorite ice cream for dessert today. How does that sound?” you offered.

“I’m not a child you can’t bribe like that” Loki rolled his eyes, “… Two bowls.”

You nodded and helped him get up and walk to get his check up and vaccine. Given how long he had been in bed, he was still doing some rehab and needed help to walk longer distances.

And he did take your word and held your hand all the time, although he did notice it was you who squeezed his hand when the needle came out. He had even forgotten to put on the headphones by the time the needle was out. And you did keep your word of spoiling him with his favorite ice cream.

“The second bowl is gonna melt, so you might as well eat it with me…” he mumbled between bites.

In a few months Loki was practically fully recovered and soon he was starting his rehab trainings. And of course, he had already picked a sparring partner.

“Do not go easy on me” Loki stated the first time.

“Oh, you like it rough then?” you grinned as you two circled around each other on the sparring mat. “Duly noted.”

He was not one new to flirtatious exchanges. He had been alive for over a millennium, and he had had plenty lovers before. But for some reason your banter made him flustered and tied his tongue into a knot.

“If I wanted it rough, I’d pick literally anyone else, agent” Loki excused himself. “You couldn’t take me if you tried.”

“Couldn’t I?” you grinned, noticing his cheeks flare up.

Damn you, you tenacious and annoyingly perceptive little thing.

“In a fight, you pest” Loki huffed.

“Ah, bummer” you smiled cheekily.

And while it was true that your human strength wasn’t a match for his regular god-like standards, you actually provided an interesting challenge. Besides, he was still recovering so using his full strength wasn’t an option anyway. You were fast, and you jumped around him like a rabbit and landed the softest blows as he spun around you trying to follow or even read your patterns.

“What’s wrong, is the mighty God of Mischief unable to catch up?” you smiled as you poked his ribs lightly before sneaking away.

You didn’t expect Loki to yelp.

“D-Don’t!”

Your face was puzzled for just a second, but as soon as it had happened, you had put two and two together and grinned in an almost cartoonish way.

“I think this training just became more fun” you smile as you poked him again.

“Do not even think about it!” he huffed, as a nervous smile twitched its way into his lips.

“What happened to not go easy on you? I’m just obeying.” you grinned and started chasing him after.

The way you wiggled your fingers with a mischievous in his direction awoke something primally playful. And as a bright smile appeared on his face, he started running away from you.

“You will never catch me!” he called as he ran.

You laughed and ran after him.

He would never admit it out loud, but the way he felt in that moment was rejuvenating, he hadn’t done something so silly and non-transcendent purely for the sake that it was fun. But you were ditching training to chase him around under the threat of tickling him if you caught him. All for the sake of playing with him like a kid despite both of you being young adults. And even more surprising is that Loki found himself eager to play along, even if the idea of getting tickled made him nervous.

Which… eventually did happen, curse his weakened stamina and aching ankle. That day he also learned to fear when you threatened him with tickles, you were devastating when you wanted to be.

“Nohohoho!” he laughed as your fingers dug onto his stomach. “This is ehehehe cruel!”

By the time you had caught up with him you had already reached the living room and he had tumbled onto the couch.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so ticklish!” you giggle, your finger swirling around his navel.

“Ehehehehe! Get away from there!” he laughed.  “Oh Norns! Stop it!”

“C’mon, Loki, you’re a big guy, you can take it!” you giggled and kneaded his belly sides with your fingers with terrifying skill.

But you were kind enough to give him a break.

“Gods abohohohohove, I’m begging you, dove!” he whined. “Don’t torturehehehehe me like this!”

But it somehow served to strengthen your bond. Loki already had a good concept of you, you were a kind and generous person. You were one of the few people he could’ve called a friend. But seeing you weren’t completely disciplined and were willing to break schedule to have mindless fun was relieving. He feared that living in a S.H.I.E.L.D. building would mean they expected him to become a soldier.

So, he started looking for you out of the designated times you had together. He had come to really like to come and annoy you when you were working, playing with your pencils, hiding your stuff, and of course tickling you to distract you when he was craving your attention… which happened pretty often.

“Lohohohoki!” you whined. “I’m wohohorking!”

“I’m not saying you should stop” he grinned as he skittered his fingers along your ribs and sides, just gently scratching over your thin shirt. “Take this as a test of your focus.”

“Nohohohoho, Loki!” you wheezed. “Ihihihit’s so bahahahad! Stohohohop ihihit!”

“Mm~ I’m not sure” he purred in your ear, knowing damn well how much it made you curl up in a ball. “I kinda like hearing the noises you make, they’re… what’s the word? Cute~”

You screeched as you hid your face with your hands, muffling your laughter. Norns, you were so precious. He may have been teasing you when he said you were cute, but he meant it.

You were a lovely company, helping him heal by doing his routines and rehabilitation regimes, while he reviewed the files regarding New Asgard. You massaged his healing ankle while Loki read the documents that were handed to him.

“This is absolutely atrocious!” Loki scoffed smacking the files. “What is this, Infinity Conez? Who approved this? Look at this! Thanos getting the Infinity Stones is a universal tragedy, but to my people more than anyone!”

“Well, that’s why Thor created the New Asgard Council” you reminded him. “He gets help ruling Asgard, and Asgard gets a group of capable people leading them. You have voice and vote.”

“They will hear about this” Loki said firmly. “I will not allow my people to see that when they go to the market! That’s just disrespectful and heartless!”

“I agree with that” you nodded. “I’d be hurt to see something that traumatic turned into an attraction, there must be a better way to make an ice cream store. What about B-Ice Frost?”

“B-Ice Frost?” Loki asked.

“Yeah! A rainbow bridge themed ice cream store that actually gives a nod to your culture” you suggested. “The logo could an ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles.”

“Hmm, I’ll notify that suggestion,” Loki nodded as he wrote it down. “Thank you.”

Months into knowing each other and spending a ridiculous amount of time together, and Loki started noticing how being around you boosted his mood, he couldn’t stop thinking about certain details about you, like the way you played with your hands when you were nervous, or how you scrunched up your nose slightly when you smiled at him, how your eyes sparkled when you were assigned a new project you had been excited for, the butterflies in his belly when you placed your hands on him even to greet him or help him stretch before training. And…

Oh Gods… he was falling in love with you.

For a while he didn’t know what to do with himself. He tried carrying himself normally. But it was overwhelming the way he felt about you, it took one look in your direction, and he felt his heart racing. Trying to avoid you didn’t work either, because his entire being craved being around you, so that didn’t last too long. So, at some point, he stopped fighting it. He knew there was no way a being as good as you would even look in his direction, he was a monster, who had done unforgivable things to your planet.

Surely, your kindness had a limit. Surely, once he was fully healed, you’d forget about him. In fact, Loki feared the day he’d be considered fully recovered and you’d abandon him.

“C’mon, lazybones. We’re late for training” you grinned as you pulled him from the couch.

“I do not feel like training today” Loki yawned as he stretched out his arms to you as an invitation to hug him. “Why don’t we watch a movie? You can choose.”

The way your resolve faltered was beyond endearing. Even if you two weren’t anything, it was common knowledge you were what they called a cuddle bug.

“Loki… it’s important you do your rehab exercises” you said softly.

“I am not in the mood for training” Loki repeated.

“Oh, is that how it is?” you said in a playful yet menacing tone. “I’ll have to persuade you then.”

“What? N-No! D-dohohon’t!” Loki burst out laughing when he felt your fingers over his belly. “Nohohoho! Not thehehehehere!”

“Get up!” you teased him as your fingers pinched the sides of his stomach.

“I don’t wahahahant to!” Loki laughed as he kicked the cushions with his heels. “I’m comfortable hehehehere!”

“It’s important you do your exercises, it’s part of your rehab!” you insisted. “C’mon, doctor’s orders.”

“I dohohohon’t follow a mortal’s— ahaha orders!” he wheezed when you found that damned spot below his navel.

“Then I’m not stopping, you’ll spend the evening as a giggly wiggly worm.”

He had to give you something, you knew exactly how to make him squirm. His hips were bucking trying to stop you and his hands were pushing your wrist, but he wasn’t used to dealing with a normal human’s strength, so he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“Pleahahahase! Cut it— OW!”

Immediately you jolted and stop everything you were doing, cupping your hands over your mouth and looking at him horrified.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you asked.

“Yes, I’m quite alright. My back aches… that is all.” He assured you as he sat back up.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful, you’re still recovering.”

“Oh no, the back pain has been with me for quite a few years already” he said, wanting to ease your conscious.

“What…?”

“Well, yes. The Black Order aren’t exactly kind when they force you into their lines.” Loki said simply. “The pain comes back every so often.”

“I’m sorry…” you look at him. “Can I help?”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing you could d—”  

You surprised him by sitting behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, softly at first, feeling him.

“No wonder you are sore, you’re stiff like a board” you said feeling around his spine, soon starting to add more pressure.

He let out a few groans, it hurt a bit at first as you undid the knots of stress of his shoulders. He sighed as he soon felt himself slipping away.

“C’mere” you spoke with utmost softness, as you helped Loki rest on his stomach just to keep massaging his back. “Hehe, you take up most of the couch, I kinda forget how tall you are sometimes.”

“Sorry…” he yawned no even filtering his thoughts.

“It’s okay” you said amusedly, “it’s not a bad thing.”

Your hands rubbed his back with gentle and caring touch. You were so kind and meticulous. Your skill might be up for debate, you were good, but someone much pickier could argue there were professional masseuse that were much better. Perhaps that was true, but no one else had touched him so lovingly, so selflessly. You took your time, and he even noticed every so often you stopped to stretch your fingers that grew tired, but you didn’t complain, you didn’t stop.

He didn’t know when or for how long, but when he woke up you were still massaging your back.

“You snore when you sleep” you spoke in the softest voice, he didn’t want to get his hopes up, but you seemed endeared. “Had a nice nap?”

“Probably the best nap I’ve had since I was maybe 150 years old.” He said, letting out a chuckle at your confusion. “I was still a toddler by then.”

“I’m glad… you really seemed like you needed it” you said softly. “Do you feel better?”

He let out a yawn and stretch, rolling over on his back to look at you.

“Much better, thank you” he smiled politely.

“No problem…” you said with a shyness that was unfamiliar for him, he even got to see the pleasure to see a lovely blush adorning your cheeks. “Um… w-well… I’ll go to… you know…”

“Ah, of course…” he muttered as he saw you run off.

He was a little bit disappointed, but he tried not to think too much about your attitude for the sake of his sanity. Of course, he failed. It was the only thing he could think about

It made him build up the courage to go out for town and buy a bouquet. He thought about red roses, but he saw a bouquet of violets and purple sweet peas and white roses, he just knew that was the one.

He even used his phone for a change to ask you to meet him in the compounds garden, he hated using his cellphone. He had asked Banner to let him use his therapy flower greenhouse. He calculated the hour for the prettiest sky colors to ensure a romantic setting for his love declarations.

Minutes earlier his heart was thumping so loud it was drumming in his ears. He felt his mouth dry, and he was sweaty.

“Loki?” he finally heard your voice as you walked in.

“Over here!” he called as he set his bouquet, behind him, barely hiding it behind himself. “H-Hi… Thanks for coming.”

“No problem” you smiled. “I didn’t know you wanted to try Bruce’s gardening therapy. That’s really good.”

“N-No… I— Uh… I just wanted to… have some privacy.”

“Oh?” you asked as you sat behind him.

“I just… wanted to uh, give you this… as a thank you” Loki said, handing you the bouquet. “You’ve been exceedingly kind to me for months, helping me heal, keeping me in check, and that massage the other day… it really helped me feel better.”

“It’s been my pleasure. You’ve been a lovely patient” you said sweetly as you smelled the flowers.

“T-That’s not the only reason why I wanted to… see you here…” Loki barely spoke out, his mouth felt dry, and he felt lightheaded. “You’ve been a delightful company and a wonderful friend… I can’t say that about a lot of people, and probably even less can say the same thing about myself…”

“That’s not true.” You cut him off. “You’re funny, well-mannered, smart, educated, charmingly stubborn, and a stimulating company. There’s not a boring moment with you around.”

Loki’s cheeks flushed at your sweet words, you weren’t even trying to, but his heart fluttered.

“T-That’s why I mean, you are… a— uh… this is ah— not easy to say… but you… um… I appreciate you.”

“I like you too, you’re a lovely friend” you said sweetly.

“N-No… I am not trying to be friendly” Loki said in a quick gasp of courage. “I-I would like to f-formally court you.”

“Court me…?”

“I think here on Midgard it’s addressed as dating…” Loki said, bracing himself for rejection.

“I’d love to.”

“What…?” Loki asked.

“I’d love to go out with you” you said, gently kissing his cheek.

Loki grinned happily.

“Tomorrow at 8?” Loki offered, “I— we could go to a nice restaurant, I’ll take you there. I could ask for a chauffeur to take us… we— we could…”

You surprised him with a little poke on the ribs, that cut him off with the urge to giggle.

“8 is perfect, I’ll drive us to wherever you like” you smiled, “Just pick a restaurant. But, how about tonight I take you for a nice dinner inside and a movie on the lounge room?”

“I’d like that, very much” Loki smiled softly as he pressed his forehead against yours.

He saw you intertwine your fingers with his own, causing him to smile. You lovely thing. It was a lovely sensation. As you pulled him up to his feet, so he’d follow you inside. Which he did with a bright smile.

What a lovely life he had found on Earth.

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[yelenasdiary]

hey, heard you were looking for angst requests? could you do one thats natasha x reader during end game, where natasha still sacrifices herself for the soul stone, but steve is able to bring her back when he returns the stones, and she comes back all excited to see everyone came back and to see reader, just to find out that reader also gave her life by doing the final snap to defeat thanos.

Understanding

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Summary: Natasha returns to some news she wasn’t ready for.  

Angst | Light Language Warning | Character Death | Grief | 0.7K | 

AC: I like this idea, it’s different! I hope you enjoy this, sorry it’s kind of short x 

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Natasha frowned as her eyes scanned the room, but she knew when her eyes reached Clint that something was wrong. Steve cleared his throat as he stepped forward only to be stopped gently by Clint's hand on his shoulder. "I've got this" he whispered before looking at his best friend once more. 

Nobody had a chance to process the events that had taken place, Thanos was dead, a victory for the world but at the price of one of the Avenger's own. The longer the silence filled the room, the more Natasha's mind filled with what she knew was about to come out of Clint's mouth. 

"Nat"

"Don't!" Natasha snapped, trying to fight off the building tears in her eyes. She looked to Steve, "go back! Bring them back!" she demanded but it was too late, they knew for sure it couldn't be done. 

"Nat, it's not that simple" Clint spoke, his words only angering Natasha. 

"What the hell happened?!" Nat asked, biting the inside of her cheek as her mind raced a million miles per second trying to make sense of the situation. Everybody looked at one another, again, the room filled with silence. "Can somebody please just answer the damn question?!" Nat's grief began to show in anger. 

"They did it, Nat. They defeated Thanos with the gauntlet" Clint replied. Natasha's tears broke, she hated to hear it, but she needed too. "W=why did none of you stop them?!" she asked. If anybody had to die, she only wished with was somebody on Thanos's army, not you. 

"They thought you were dead, they weren't thinking straight when you didn't return" Steve inserted himself. 

"I'm here now" 

"We didn't know that we were even able to bring you back….Nat, I tried, I went back for them" Steve paused as Tony gave him a pat on the shoulder as he walked up to Natasha. 

"They did it for you" he looked at her, "every part of their being in that moment was in revenge for you. They're one of the best, we and world will never forget that and what they did. If we could bring them back, best believe me I would do it" 

Natasha couldn't take it, the idea of you being gone and her not being able to see you, hold you, hear your silly jokes that she thought were ridiculous half the time, but they made her laugh anyways. She brushed past Tony, Steve and Clint, leaving the room with her heart behind and her mind full of anger with nobody to take revenge on. 

----

As time moved forward, Natasha could help but feel stuck, stuck in a time that no longer existed. Nothing but dreams and wishes helped Natasha get through the long hours of the day and even longer hours of the night. Just hoping you'd walk through the door or steal one of her sweaters simply because you said they were comfier than your own. 

Natasha had lived a life a lot different to most and somehow, she was always able to make sense of it and how it worked. She's dealt with death her entire life, but your death hurt her just as much as not knowing who her biological mother was. 

The others did their best to help her through this, but they all knew it was better for Natasha to do it herself, they just reminded her they she wasn't alone, and they were always here for her. 

A memorial of you was created by the city of New York, many people would come and lay flowers, cards, stuffed toys and even some of your favorite snacks as a thank you for everything you had done to save the world. It brought a sense of comfort to Natasha knowing that people around the globe were thankful for your sacrifice but still, she just wanted you. 

Yelena dropped everything after the snap and decided to stay at the compound with Natasha, an extra set of eyes to ensure the red headed assassin wasn't going to do anything stupid or fall even deeper into her grief. The two spoke a lot about you, just like everybody else did but Natasha didn't feel like she was bothering Yelena with her memories of you, sometimes she felt the team might get bored of the same stories or it might be too much for them to think about but with Yelena, she never felt any of that. 

Over time, Natasha came to terms with your sacrifice and now lived her life making sure you were never forgotten or ever forgetting the live she had with you and always dreaming of a life that could've been.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Sister Responsibilities PT 2(Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader)

Characters: Stever Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Sister!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Pregnancy, spoilers for End Game also just gonna totally ignore what happened to Tony and Natasha

Request: A part 2 to sister responsiblities. She is pregnant with twins when wanda is back and helps her cope with the loss of vision. Wanda is happy her sister and steve asks for wandas help to propose. She tells them its twins after the proposal. And the twins are boys. Reader also tells them she wants to name the twins peitro and james.

PT 1

The feeling that Steve felt the moment he heard Sam’s voice in his ear saying “On your left” felt surreal. When he then saw the man, along with Bucky, and then Wanda, he felt a weight he had long forgotten about lift off his shoulders. Pure relief. 

He didn’t get to properly interact and catch up with them until Thanos and his army were finally defeated. He got to hug Bucky and Sam first, the pair immediately asking how he was, what they’d missed out on, but before Steve could go into any details, he heard Wanda. Crying. 

“Y/N? Y/N where are you? Where’s my sister? сестра?!” She was calling among the crowds of hundreds of soldiers and people catching up, also looking for friends and family. Steve followed her voice, going in search of her, Bucky and Sam following after him until they found her, seeing she’d found Clint and was begging him for answers, though he was lost on what to tell her, until Steve approached, reaching his arm out, signalling with his hand to Clint to hand her over. Clint turned her by her shoulder so she faced him, her eyes wide and terrified. “Steve, where’s my sister?” She demanded. “She’s not here- is she dead? Has she died?”

“Wanda, breathe.” Steve assured her, his hands holding onto her shoulders to ground her. “She’s fine. Perfectly fine, I promise. I know exactly where she is, and I’m going to take you straight to her, alright?” He assured her, getting a vigorous nod from the woman in response. He tucked her under his arm, keeping her close and he started to walk with her away from the battlefield the closest available vehicle, and as he got her seated in the passenger seat, he wasn’t too surprised to see Bucky and Sam not far behind, getting in the backseat without a word. 

“Why wasn’t she there, Steve?” Wanda asked as he started the car, starting to drive. “Is she hurt? Did something happen?” She asked. 

“Wanda, she’s fine, I promise.” Steve assured her. 

“Steve.” She growled. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her panic was turning into pure frustration with him at him being vague with her. “Why wasn’t she there?” 

“I told her to stay back.” He finally answered. “I wanted her to be safe and away from any danger. With how things turned out with Thanos showing up- I’m glad I did.” He explained, missing the point where he had actually argued with you about it- finally convincing you with the main point of the possibility the plan failed and you ended up out there on the base looking for a miracle all for nothing, only to trudge back, and how it would be easier for you emotionally if that happened for him to come back and tell you the results. There were several smaller reasons, but in the end, whatever he pulled out his ass as an excuse, he’s glad he did. 

Sam cleared his throat, breaking Wanda’s suspicious glare of Steve. “So, mind telling us any major events we’ve missed?” He inquired, hoping to ease the tension, but with Steve now becoming more tense, he realised quickly that he just accidentally stepped into dangerous territory, and in no doubt- it involved Wanda, and more importantly, the subject of the woman’s anxiety- her older sister. 

“Well… I should give you a heads up. Y/N and I live together.” Steve started with. The silence in the air other than the rumble of the car’s engine was worse than if Wanda was just yelling at him- Steve had dealt with his fair share of arguments with the eldest Maximoff in the past five years, especially in these last few months with tensions running at an all time high, so he was sure he could handle Wanda, but the silence? It was the worst. 

“How many bedrooms?” Bucky spoke up. 

“Buck-”

“Two. Two bedrooms.” Steve quickly interrupted Sam’s scorning. “Two bedrooms, one bathroom, closed floor plan in a nice part of the city. We got it together a few months ago.” Steve explained, talking just to fill the air at this point.

“How many bedrooms was the last apartment you two shared?” Wanda asked, the tone in her voice taunting him. She knew.

“...One.” He admitted. That silence returned. “We started seeing each other a few months after… we relied on each other and… we just clicked.” He admitted. He couldn’t see it, his eyes too focussed on the streets as he entered the centre of the city, over crowded by people reuniting with their loved ones and running to look for people, but Sam and Bucky watched Wanda sink into her seat a little, her head resting, rolling over to look at the blond. 

“You’ve been looking after my big sister? Keeping her safe? Keeping her happy?” She asked, her voice now a lot softer. Her tone made Steve relax as well. 

“I’ve tried my best and intend to keep trying.” He promised her, a faint smile appearing on Wanda’s face. The silence now was a lot nicer. Bucky and Sam were able to sit back in their seats, not scared that Wanda was gonna throttle Steve. “Wanda? I know this is all sudden, but…” Steve hesitated to speak, but eventually gained the courage. “Do I have your permission to marry her?” 

“Have you been waiting till you got us back just to ask her that?” Sam asked. 

“Honestly, yeah.” Steve admitted, everyone in the car sharing a light chuckle. 

“Yes. You have my blessing. My sister isn’t an idiot- if she’s chosen to stay beside you for so long and live with you, you must be special to her.” Wanda granted.

Eventually Steve parked the car on the side of the street, everyone piling out, and Wanda looked up at the building Steve parked outside of- he wasn’t lying, it was a nice building, on the nice side of town. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and Wanda turned to see Steve, offering her a set of keys. “Third floor, on the left.” He told her. She grinned, grabbing the keys and dashing up the stairs the three men not too far behind. Wanda reached the floor, finding the door and knocking on it with no hesitation, before waiting impatiently. She heard shuffling, before a bolt unlocked and the door opened. 

“Wanda?” Was the first thing out your mouth, absorbing that she was actually in front of you- a few cuts and bruises from a fight, but there. In person. Alive. The back of your eyes burned as you reached your arms out to her. “моя драгоценная сестра!” You sobbed, grabbing your sister and pulling her as close as possible. 

Close as possible, being the keyword there. 

Wanda felt the obstacle stopping her in being as close as she could to her sister, pulling away to see what it was, and was greeted by the comically large bump attached to you. She gaped at it for a moment, before her eyes met yours. “You’re having a baby?” 

“Babies.” Steve corrected as he came up the stairs, Sam and Bucky, who had frozen on the stairs at the sight of the eldest Maximoff heavily pregnant. “It’s twins.”

“Twins? Like…” Wanda’s words caught in her throat, as you sadly smiled and nodded. You looked at Bucky and Sam still on the stairs, before back at your sister. 

“Let’s all go inside, stop crowding the hall.” You told them, stepping aside for Wanda to come in, having to shuffle past your bump before Steve took over holding the door for Bucky and Sam. Once back in side, you hugged your sister again. “I’ve missed you so, so much. I wanted to be there for your return but the base is so far away, and with them being due next month and the doctor saying twins like to come early-” You rambled before Wanda stopped you, holding your cheeks on her hands and smiling. 

“Don’t be, I understand, you have to look after yourself and your babies. I also understand why Steve had been adamant on you staying behind… also, it was for the best. I’m glad you weren’t there.” Wanda admitted, though your smile dropped as you turned to Steve alarmed, looking for answers. 

“Thanos from the past found his way through and tried to snap again, but this time snap every living thing. We managed to stop him and he’s completely gone now… We’ll go into the gritty details later, okay?” Steve explained. 

“I take later means when stress might not make me go into early labour?” You asked, Steve grinning and nodding. “Thought so. Fair enough. The longer little Pietro and James stay inside the better.” 

“Pietro?” Wanda’s head snapped around at the name, quickly followed by the same reaction from Sam and Bucky. “Your naming your babies Pietro and James?” 

“I’m jealous.” Sam quickly added. 

“Pietro Oleg and James Samuel. If that makes you feel better.” Steve added on, getting a smile from the man in response. 

“Oleg? Like our dad?” Wanda noticed and you nodded. “I’m so happy that I’m going to be here to meet my nephews.”

“And you better not go anywhere anytime soon my baby sister.” You told her, holding her close. Steve smiled to himself, before nudging his two friends to the kitchen. 

“You two get comfy, we’ll do dinner.” Steve called. 

“We are?” Sam asked, making Bucky laugh as Wanda pulled you to the living room to get comfy and begin catching up.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[inkinmyheartandonthepage]

Stand Still

We Forgot Peter part 221 - Read it on Ao3

Peter Parker isn’t proud of it.

A giant purple alien (Thanos, if Peter caught his name correctly. He’s not entirely sure he had it right but now isn’t exactly the moment to ask) had him around the neck, attempting to choke the life out of him. His throat burned with the tight grip, his lungs aching with the need to breath. It was out of pure instinct that Peter opened his mouth to try and suck in a desperate breath, but he couldn’t get any air in.

He blamed the lack of oxygen for the way he sunk his teeth into the skin of Thanos without a thought.

The hand around his neck slackened with the shock and Peter fell to the ground. He only just managed to stay on his feet, gulping in lungful after lungful of air. As his chest heaved and his hands shook, it took him a moment to realise that the fight had been paused, everyone staring at him.

It took several more gulps of air for him to realise what he had done.

He had bit Thanos.

Aunt May’s voice filtered through his mind; a forgotten memory dragged to the surface.

Peter, honey, no. We don’t bite people. Biting his bad. Apologise to your Uncle Ben.

“I’m sorry,” Peter blurted out into the silence of Titan. “Mr. Mad Titan – uh – Thanos, sir. Is that right? Thanos? I’m so, sorry. Biting is bad. I shouldn’t have – I’m so sorry. It was an accident!”

Peter’s heart raced in his chest as everyone just stared at him. Heat pooled in his cheeks and the racing of his heart had nothing to do with the adrenalin of the battle but the utter embarrassment of his actions.  Peter fidgeted, the silence closing in on him –

Drax let out a bark-like laugh. “He bit him. Just like a fierce warrior. Bravo.”

Drax’s words seemed to have un-spelled them all. Thanos made a motion to move but Tony Stark was faster. He blocked the mad titans strike, giving them all an opportunity to strike and the battle continued.

The embarrassment disappeared just as quickly as it had come as Peter fought. Fear and adrenalin crashed through his body like a tsunami, and it was Peter could do to not drown in it. Thanos was like no other opponent Peter had ever come across and it scared him right down to his very bones.

Then Strange was wrapping the titan in red, glowing, whips and Quill was trapping his other hand in some magnetic, crackling like lightning trap and Peter was wrapping his web around the alien, pinning him down –

Then Thanos stopped struggling.

It was as if his limbs had locked tight, his body freezing and turning to stone like he had stared into the face of Medusa. Peter wondered if maybe Medusa was there. At this point, nothing would have surprised him.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, cautiously loosening is grip on his webs. Thanos didn’t struggle against them, frozen where he stood wrapped in their traps.

Tony landed close by, hands raised and ready to fire. After a moment of examination, Tony’s voice came through his mask. “He’s frozen.”

Nebula approached, knifes up. Peter could only gape as she strode right up into the titan’s space without fear, the tip of her knife poking into to his cheek. She pressed the tip harder until blood dripped down the blade. The only thing that moved was Thanos’s eyes.

“He’s paralysed,” Nebula said, her expression never changing.

“How?” Tony demanded.

“Who cares,” Quill snorted. “Let’s just get the glove off him.”

“Underoos,” Tony called.

Releasing his webs, Peter hurried to Tony’s side. He went where Tony directed him. He curled his hands around the rim of the glove and started to yank with all his might. He kept sneaking glances at Thanos, wondering why he was paralyzed. It’s not like any of their weapons had –

“Holy crap,” Peter gasped out, the glove popping off the Titan’s hand, sending Peter and Tony sprawling to the ground.

“Kid, you good?” Tony demanded, scrambling to get to his feet.

“I bit him,” Peter said, staring up at Tony where he held the glove tight to his chest.

“Yeah, and then apologised, which we need to talk about that later,” Tony said, his voice calm but his eyes frantic as they roamed over Peter’s face. His eyes were pinched tight, and Peter could feel the worry pouring out of him.

“Have you got it?” Nebula asked.

“Got it,” Tony called over to them.

Peter watched as Nebula stared at Thanos, her eyes narrowing.

“If only Gamora was here to watch this,” Nebula said. “How she would have loved to watch me cut your head off.”

Peter watched as Nebula raised her knifes up high –

Then Tony stepped in front of him, blocking her from his sight. That didn’t stop him from hearing the wet sound of a blade sliding through skin and the heavy thud of something falling to the ground, followed by an even heavier thump of something slumping to the ground.

Peter let Tony help him to his feet. He automatically pressed his face into Tony’s armored chest, shuddering as Tony arms came around his shoulders to hold him close.  

“I bit him,” Peter said into Tony’s chest.

“Kid?” Tony’s gloved hand brushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead, tilting his chin up at the same time so they were looking at one another.

“Mr. Stark, I forgot I had venom.”

Tony blinked at Peter for a beat before his lips started to twitch.

“Don’t you dare,” Peter growled, hugging the glove closer to his chest.

“Oh kid,” Tony begun to chuckle.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Peter rasped out, hands shaking around the glove. “Promise me. You can’t tell the other Avenger’s.”

“Oh Pete, that’s not a promise I can keep,” Tony chuckled.

Peter moaned, burying his head into Tony’s chest again. His whole body trembled as the adrenaline begun to wear off. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or curl up into a tight ball and scream.

“I’ve got you,” Tony said, holding him closer and running a now non-gloved hand through his curls. “I’m so proud of you kid. So proud. It’s over. It’s all over now. I’ve got you.”

Peter let himself sink into Tony’s grip, letting the words wash over him and sooth his trembling. When he was sure he had control over himself again, he pulled back. He looked up at Tony who was waiting patiently, ignoring the gathered group behind him.

“You good?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded, not trusting his voice to not come out in a squeak.

“Time to end this field trip,” Tony said with a small smile. “And tell everyone that you stopped the mighty Thanos by biting him.”

“Just don’t tell May,” Peter blurted out. “I don’t want another lecture on why biting is bad.”

Tony let out a gleeful grin as he led Peter towards Doctor Strange who had been waiting patiently for Peter. It didn’t escape his notice that Tony was blocking his view of Thanos and for that he was grateful. When they reached Doctor Strange, Peter all but shoved the gauntlet into his hands, eager to be rid of it. Holding it had sent his sense haywire, the urge to yet it across the planet strong.

“Well done,” Doctor Strange said, over Peter a smile.

“So, in all your little jaunts into the future, did you see this one coming?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow at Strange.

Strange’s eyes twinkled with mirth and Peter bit back a groan.

“Why spoil the surprise,” is all Strange said.

“Can you get us back to Earth?” Tony asked and Peter knees almost buckled at the thought of going home.

Maybe he had fallen asleep on the bus, and this was all a horrible dream? Maybe at any moment Ned was going to shake him awake and he would find himself back on the bus with marking on his face from where Flash had drawn on him.

“I can,” Strange said. “If we are all ready.”

Tony’s hand clamped down tightly on Peter’s shoulder, squeezing his hard. Okay so maybe he wasn’t going to wake up on the bus but at least Tony was there. Everything was going to be okay as long as Tony was there and Peter pressed him back to Tony’s chest, drawing comfort and the knowledge that they were both alive and that they were both going home.

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[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Kinslayer

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aemond returns home after the events of Storm’s End and his wife demands an impossible request. 

Word Count: 1,874

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, betrayal, faith-based delusion, implied rape at the end

Author's Note: Fine. Since no one has requested anything for Aemond, *cue Thanos impression* I'll do it myself. Sorry but I’m obsessed the the ‘our violent delights’ ao3 fic atm and I’ll be damned if I don’t write about Aemond myself.

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The council room is quiet after Aemond arrives and reports his crime. No one moves or even dares to breathe until Alicent finally rises from her chair, admittedly shaken as she smoothes down her dress. She can’t even look her son in the eye as she turned her body in his direction, instead watching her hands wringing together, “Aemond... does anyone else know of this?”

Aemond shifts his footing, fists clenched, but he keeps his chin held high, “Borros Baratheon might be an idiot, but he forbade blood to be shed on the floors of his home. I left soon after Lucerys did, so I can imagine Lord Borros knows. He truly would be a fool if he thought dragons could dance without death.”

“And you must truly be a fool if you thought you could start a war in the name of your missing eye!” The Queen Regent screams back, the whole room ringing with her voice and overpowering Aemond’s attempt at confidence. The whole room stills, lingering in Alicent’s proclamation until she fills the silence with gasps of breath. She crumbles slightly, holding her gut in disgust while trying to hold back the tears. Fear was evident in her eyes, and suddenly Aemond was no longer confident in his stride. When she finally locked eyes with his, Aemond felt himself cower in the ferocity of his mother’s gaze, “Go to your chambers.”

Guilt overcomes Aemond in tenfold compared to how he felt flying over Strom’s End. He’s used to Alicent’s anger being directed at Aegon, not him. He was truly his mother’s son, after all, “Mother...”

“Go!”

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The walk to his wife’s chambers was dreadful, each step heavier than the last. His stomach felt like lead, weighing him down with his shame and his guilt. Already, servants walked around him in a wide berth and whisper to one another, as one usually does when rumors spread fast in King’s Landing. Aemond pretends not to hear them, but he hears the one word, nevertheless, stabbing him in the back as he walks past the whisperers.

‘Kinslayer.’

If Aemond could be honest with himself, just for a moment, he would much rather people whisper about his appearance instead of weighing him down with such a shameful title.

He opens the heavy doors to his wife’s chambers, and tonight the doors weighed heavier than normal. His young wife, Y/n stood by the fire until she heard him, then whipped her head around with dread evident in her eyes. Aemond cringed at the sight. He had hoped to explain to her what had happened. Y/n is a proud woman, powerfully faithful to the Seven and the laws of the Seven Kingdoms. If she had only married his brother, she would be a mighty queen who instills justice in all those who dare to break the law. He had hoped by being the first to tell her what he had done, Aemond hoped to calm her growing anger.

“What...? What did you do?” Her voice cracked between words, her tone harsh and likely shrouding her rage. Her eyes blinked back tears of disbelief, willing her husband to speak the truth before she could make any assumptions.

He winced, but kept his explanation short, “I lost control of Vhagar.”

Her sneer is vengeful, striking terror in Aemond One-Eye’s heart. Her justice rings true and strikes swiftly with her vulgar words, “Horse shit! I may not bear the privilege of a dragon rider, but I know of the bond between man and beast. Everyone knows.”

“A dragon is not a slave,” he tries to defend.

“No, but it is a companion,” she rounds the furniture and beelines for him. It took everything in Aemond not to retreat, “One who is so deeply bonded with its rider, they could feel each other’s sorrow. I couldn’t possibly imagine what Vhagar must have gone through in order to do what she did to Laena Velaryon. A dragon knows the intent of its rider. Some maesters even speculate that a dragon knows its rider’s inner thoughts and desires. Laena wanted to die by dragonfire... And you wanted Lucerys Velaryon dead.”

Aemond’s head snaps up, denying her accusation with every breath, “I would never--”

“Even if you didn’t command it, Vhagar knew it to be true. She only did what your heart truly desired. And even if you did lose control of Vhagar, would you admit it to the people of Westeros?”

Aemond tightens his jaw, refraining from voicing his inner thoughts and angrily looking away. Y/n’s disdain for him grows as she straightens her back, unimpressed as she watches him pout at the wall, “I didn’t think so. You’re too proud for that. Imagine the fear it would instill in people if Aemond Targaryen admitted to losing control over the largest dragon in the world. Tell me, husband, would you rather be shamed for losing control of your dragon or be shamed for murdering your nephew?”

He hadn’t realized she was standing directly before him until he felt her hot breath lightly grazing his neck. And yet, he refused to look at her. If he had, he would’ve seen betrayal etched in her eyes, grief, and anger wilting her beauty as she forced herself to choke back a sob. Rectifying her composure when she didn't receive an answer, her eyes glance down at his torso while strengthening her words, making sure to turn her expression into a blank slate, void of emotion.

“Then there’s nothing else to discuss. You have turned yourself into a Kinslayer. It’s dishonorable and unlawful. You can do nothing to redeem yourself other than go North and take the black.”

His long, silk-like hair whips around him like a silver flag as he spun his one-eyed glare to direct at her. Even as he towered over her, imposing and intimidating, she bravely held her ground as he yelled in her face, “You’re asking me to cower in exile?! To run to the Wall and shame my family name?!”

“You had done that already by murdering your nephew for a child’s revenge,” she retorted, adding the venom in her voice to act as a whip, further damaging her husband’s pride, “Whatever you decide now will decide whether or not you continue to shame your family.”

“There’s no honor in running.”

Another quick lash of her whip, “There’s no honor in killing a boy on a peace mission either.”

“I would not fly North on Vhagar--”

“No, you wouldn’t. To sentence her to a cold, bitter exile when you alone are at fault for her actions is cowardice at best. Vhagar will remain here. You alone must take this journey.”

“We’re at war!” He finally roared, “I cannot leave with war at our doorstep!”

“War is only brewing because you made it so!” She screamed back.

“I will not take the black!”

“If you loved me, you would."

Her voice breaks, the emotions now rearing their ugly heads. Aemond’s rage pauses momentarily as he watches her face crumble with tears and breathless sobs. She relents her stiff posture, stepping away from him as she tries to find something to do with her hands, her heart practically bleeding out with her words, “If you value my honor as your wife and as a servant to the gods, you will not stain me with this shame.”

Aemond slowly relents his rage as well, letting the room fill with Y/n's gasps and cries as he hangs his head. The words stung as he knew they would. He may be proud as a dragon rider and as a Targaryen prince, but his wife is an equally proud religious woman; a true believer in purity, honor, loyalty, and justice. Up until this point, she was proud to have him as a husband, believing that he valued her morals and beliefs. In a way, he did. Aemond valued Y/n for all she is and for all she held dear, even if they had vastly different opinions. In her eyes, he was a faith-militant, much like his mother who he had doted upon. Aemond said his prayers and was dutiful to his family. He avoided sin and only slept in his lawful wife's bed. Even though Aegon was King, Aemond was the closest thing to The Father reincarnated. Whether or not he did these things to please her, Y/n was overjoyed when she married him, believing the gods spun the two of them out of the same cloth.

Delusional, perhaps, but Y/n was once a young girl who had to believe in something whilst living in a world that wasn't made for her, or else she'd go mad. Faith was the only thing she had, even when she married Aemond. She had nothing to her name besides her faith, all other pieces or belongings she owned were either lost to her father or gained by her husband. In her eyes, nothing was actually hers, not even the clothes on her back. The only thing she knew no one could take away from her was her faith.

And yet, even now, she felt that faith waver, ever so slightly. She loved Aemond, and if she could, she'd love to keep him. But her faith compels her to be estranged from him after the crime he committed. Y/n felt torn in two, disgusted with herself for even entertaining the idea of keeping Aemond as her husband, knowing the gods and all those with strong faith would shame her for it.  

Aemond knows this. He knows his wife as well as how strongly she kept her virtue close to her heart. He valued that in her, and yet could not even look her in the eye as he takes that from her, too, “... I will not take the black.”

He hears her suck in a sharp breath, before letting out a meek whisper, “Then you do not love me.”

He hears her footsteps turn away from him, so he spares a glance. Y/n had turned and walked away from him, stumbling slightly in her grief and pain. She paused at the foot of her bed, turning her head back in his direction, resigned and defeated, "Leave me, Aemond, or do you mean to shame me more?"

The question both shocks and disgusts him. Getting over the initial slap to his ego, all Aemond wanted to do is to continue screaming at her, demanding why she thought he would stoop to such a low, disgusting sin. He wants to shout up to the gods and to his wife how he is nothing like his brother and he would never do such a thing to his wife of all people--

The anger is too much, and if he were a dragon, Y/n would be in ashes. To avoid further conflict, Aemond storms out of her chambers, only to rip apart his own once he got there. Guilt and shame were no longer at the forefront of his mind. Instead, they are replaced with the might of a prince and the rage of a dragon. Without any fire, he instead rips apart his pillows, turning over his desk, and breaking the spine of his books. In the distance, he hears Vhagar roar, and he wishes that his wife's words weren't still crawling through his ears.

“--One who is so deeply bonded with its rider, they could feel each other’s sorrow. A dragon knows the intent of its rider."

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A/N: I love shower thoughts. I know it’s short, but I really, really love this. Please support and leave a request in the ask box!

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[clarencethemouse]

Five Years

The day after the Avenger’s defeated Thanos and brought every victim of the Snap, every single country is struggling to regain control and put everything back together. You’re called back to Wakanda to help and reconcile with an old friend who had disappeared with half the universe. 

Shuri x reader

A/N: not really so much of a romantic pairing, but you could read some undertones in it. Mainly fluff and angst, half and half. Also her story is like... not happy. This will very probably become a series. 

Since the second year of the Blip, as reporters were freshly calling it, you had left Wakanda to live in Egypt with your uncle. It was easier to handle the changes and continuously growing loss you shared with the entire planet when you weren’t surrounded by your own people. The people who knew and shared in your same grievances had become overbearing. It was too much to handle. 

Egypt was nice. Not near as wonderful as Wakanda, but you could never admit that to your uncle. He was in love with his own country. Your mother was Egyptian, and after a recreational trip to Wakanda she met and fell in love with your father, who was a native member of the Border Tribe. You had grown up in Wakanda. It was the only true home you’ve ever known. Egypt was always more of a distant summer vacation location. Your uncle took good care of you. Though he could never compare to your own people. 

Your mother had disappeared. You watched her slip away. The decay into dust began at her leg and moved to her head before you could blink twice. Your father, filled with such grief of losing his wife and a third of his tribe threw himself into the river. Wakanda held too much for you anymore. You couldn’t imagine returning after three years. 

But now you had been called to return home, to reunite with your people. You didn’t know if you could be able to last the entirety of the visit. 

+ + +

The jet touched down just outside of the border. You peered through the curved glass at your homeland. Nothing had changed one bit in the time you had been gone. You would have expected someone to change a few things. And what with Shuri no longer being able to lead technological advancements, you would have expected some downgrade. No one else knew her secrets, even her most trusted staff. 

But no. Everything remained perfect. 

Several neighbors whom you recognized, them having not aged a week, came to meet you. Aneka let you out of the jet on your own, grinning at the sparks of a reunion. 

You let your neighbors envelope you in hugs and cheek kisses. Your primary education tutor was the first to interrogate about stories from Egypt, and what it was like to be surrounded by such rich and age-old history. One small child begged to be picked up. But your attention was drawn away from the child when a woman standing in the cobbled streets caught your eye. 

“Mama...” you whispered, pushing your legs to kick faster. 

You threw yourself into the tiny village of the border tribe. Your mother cried when you flung into her arms. 

“They told me you had left for Cairo! I was on my way to demand a trip to meet you myself when the Queen Mother sent news that Aneka was on her way!” Your mother explained, studying your face with feverish intent. “And look at you! You’re so grown! So beautiful!” 

Your smile breaks when you remember your father. The father who now could never have the opportunity to see you grown up. 

“Mama, Papa is...”

She held up a hand for you to silence. “I know about your father.” She sighed. “We can mourn him properly later. For now, though, I think you’re keeping people waiting in the palace.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Hmm?”

“Oh, don’t hmm me. Go meet your friend!” Your mom pushed you forward towards the direction of the palace. 

Shuri. 

You jogged forward several paces before realizing the miles between you and your destination. It would be sundown by the time you would finish running the distance to the palace. You bolted back to the clearing the jet landed in, hoping to still find Aneka. To your fortune, she was conversing with one of the tribal elders, leaning against the side of the jet. 

“Aneka! I need a ride to the palace, please!” You shouted. 

“On it!” Aneka gave you a thumbs up, already climbing into the pilot’s seat. 

You two landed on the palace pad not a minute later. A line of guards were arranged to meet you. “Have fun,” Aneka muttered, sending you a wink before joining a group of fellow Dora Milaje off to the side. 

“Is the princess busy?” You asked, jogging through the open double doors. No one answered you. 

The elevator to the throne room could not have been slower. Each beep of the floor indicator reminded you how close you were drawing, though. It was a hopeful wait. You didn’t give the doors time to slid all the way open before running out, glancing around left and right for your friend. She was nowhere to be seen. 

Of course! With your luck, she had just taken the other elevator down to meet you on the ground level. 

“Y/N. What a pleasure it is to have you back,” the King’s voice sounded from behind you. You spun around to face T’Challa, a bright and welcoming smile adorning his face. 

“My King.” You bowed and crossed your arms. He mirrored your action with respect, nodding. 

“Do you know where Shuri is?” You asked, bouncing slightly on your toes. 

He clapped his hands together. “Ah, she just slipped away. But I think I can find her,” T’Challa held up a finger, a smirk slowly replacing the grin. “Wait here.” 

While waiting, you slowly made your way over to the windows. From floor to ceiling, the windows offered the best view of the city, from the far side of the bountiful river, to the glorious Jabari mountains. 

Oh, how you had loved your country. And now, after spending less than an hour back, you began to wonder if it could now be time to return. 

Footsteps ran up from behind, and you could just see her faint reflection in the glass before her arms wrapped you up from behind. Shuri giggled into your neck, hugging you tighter than ever before. You screamed and struggled to turn in her grip, throwing your arms over her shoulders. Even after five years of growth, may it be minimal, she still had several inches on you. 

After 24 hours, you had already heard so many stories of what it was like to turn to dust. It was without pain, without suffering. Many just watched their body disappear in the wind, and then... dark. Just dark. But not for long, as their bodies reconstructed themselves in the exact same spot and position as before. 

For them, not three seconds had passed. For the rest of the world, it had been five years. Aneka explained on the jet from Egypt how many of the Dora were still experiencing strong battle adrenaline. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if the Blipped were the lucky ones in the scenario. 

“Are you okay?” You cried, pulling her face away to study it just as your mother had. 

“I’m alright! I’m alright!” Shuri assured you, kissing one of your palms. “I should be asking you the same question! You’re so... so old!” She laughed, admiring your business attire. You had been on the way to work when Aneka showed up at your front door to bring you back to Wakanda. “Look at these clothes! Look at those shoes!” 

You gasped in mock offense, placing a hand on your chest. “Five years older! You should watch yourself saying that in front of your mother.” 

Shuri’s eyes lit up more. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” She gave you one more hug, rubbing your back. “Mother told me about how you left after your father’s death-”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” you stated. “Right now, I want a meal. And I want to fill you in on the last five years of Earth.”

She nodded, grabbing both of your hands. “I would love that.”

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yes this will be a series

Robin

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[breezymichelle99]

Let Me Go | Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes.

Summary: After Thanos Everything changed including your relationship with Steve. And now a life changing decision could change everything. 

Warnings: Unrequited Love, multiple POVs, loving someone else, Endgame, Infinity War spoilers, Steve:Peggy, Feelings of regret, reader feeling like the were never enough, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of terminating said pregnancy, tough decisions, Bucky being an angel, best friends girl, friends to lovers, mentions of depression, almost losing a baby, Stress, hospital visit, Wanda Using her powers, suicidal thoughts, story line inaccuracy, time travel, life changing choices, mentions of marriage, mentions of sex, babies, Worried Bucky, Steve feeling like an idiot, Reader having to make the best choice for their family. Writing this made be cry several times (I think think that should be a warning. lol), Happy ending.  (As always let me know if I missed anything) 

A|N: I hope you enjoy. I spent a lot of time trying to navigate the Dynamic of this story in the best way I knew how. I hope you guys enjoy it :) 

(Photo’s for the moodboard are all from Pinterest, I do not own). 

When you met Steve you knew his heart belonged to another; Peggy Carter. He’d loved her for most of his life but then he met you and things began to change for him. He began to feel something he hadn’t really fully experienced; true love. Though his love for her faded over the years you wondered if he ever truly stopped loving her. That thought was always in the back of your mind no matter how long you and Steve had been together. 

Over time Steve fell more and more in love with you. Perhaps more than he had ever loved Peggy, especially after her death you thought the memory of Peggy Carter had faded from Steve Rogers mind and finally things between the two of you had actually begun to blossom.

“I love you.” Steve whispers as he’s holding you tightly as the two of you lay together in bed one night after he had spent hours working with Bruce in the lab, searching for a way to get the “Infinity Stones.” back to where they belong to reset the timeline. You run your fingers over his perfectly sculpted chest, Looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I love you too, Steve. You whisper as he leans down to kiss your lips gently. He snuggled you into him and you fell asleep quickly unaware of the heavy weight that Steve now carried. 

As long as you’ve been with Steve he’s never been able to resist the urge to save the world, it was just who he was. So when he came to you with an Idea to finally get the stones back you weren’t entirely surprised that he would be involved somehow. For the last few days Steve had been acting strange with you. It didn’t take you long to realize that it had been the anniversary of Peggy’s death this week. Would you ever be able to escape the hold this woman had on your relationship? Not only was it the anniversary but the long hours spent working out  a plan with the team, and the desperate undeniable urge to save everyone always that plagued him. So when he got into bed beside you mentally and physically exhausted you knew something was wrong. 

“What is it?” you ask him as he pulls you into his body, holding you a little too tight.  You knew then something was wrong. There was a long lonely silence that filled your shared bedroom. “I think Bruce and I have finally come up with a plan to get the Infinity Stones back to where they belong.” you notice almost immediately that he’s not making eye contact with you. You move on the bed sitting up so you are looking down at him beside you. “Okay what is it?” you ask, he looks away. “Steven Grant Rogers, look at me.” you demand. “Baby please..” he says. Silence fills the room again and you know in your heart you aren’t going to like this plan. 

“I'm going to take the stones back myself.” he says. You gasp. You knew it.  “Steve, no. You can’t.”  you beg him. “You don’t always have to be the hero, it’s not always up to you to save the world.” you sob. He touches your face, wiping away the tears. “I know but I feel like I have to do this.” he says not telling you the entire truth because he knows it will only break your heart more. 

“I know there's no talking you out of this so I’m not even going to try.” you say getting up from the bed. He can see the heartbreak in your eyes and he can’t stand the way he feels right now. “You know I love you…right?” he says as he watches you walk out of the room. A deep aching silence fills the space between you. “Yes Steve, I know.. I love you too.” you say leaving the room struggling to look at him, knowing you had a secret of your own. 

In the coming weeks things are tense between you two and you struggle to find the words. When will you be enough for him? Will you ever be enough for him?  If it’s not peggy then it’s saving the world. To Steve Rogers you will always be second best in his life. 

Finally, Everything is ready and the day comes when Steve would risk everything to return to the infinity stones. 

Steve was holding you close. You still have no idea of his true intentions even though you know in your heart that Steve Rogers was not planning on returning to this timeline when he returned the stones. 

“I love you always.” you whisper to him as you hold him close. There was a distance in his eyes and you weren’t the only one that noticed it. Bucky was standing there beside you and noticed it too.  He was worried his best friend was about to make the biggest mistake of his life. After everything they’d been through this was how their story ended; with the dumbest decision in history. 

A long deep sigh leaves Steve’s lips. And you know this is it. Steve turns to Bucky first. They hug and Steve says something to him that you don’t hear. But Bucky nods. Then it was your turn. Your turn to say goodbye to the love of your life, who no matter how much you loved him it would never be enough… You tried to stay strong to hold yourself together. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d return the stones and then return to you and the two of you would live happily ever after and this would all be like a bad dream. But you knew better, you could feel it in the air between you, in the way he looked at you and the way that his lips didn’t quite kiss you the same… This was goodbye. 

“I love you Steve Rogers… Never forget that.” you sob. He gives you one last long sad look as he steps into the time machine. You feel Bucky put his arm around you and you don’t know what to do, how to feel. Steve nods at Bruce and without another word he’s gone.  You begin to cry. 

 There is a long period of silence between everyone. “He should be back by now.” Bruce says breaking the deafening silence. You begin to sob again. You knew it. Everyone begins to panic. Bucky’s looking at you. Other than the tears that filled your beautiful eyes you were calm. You look too bucky. “He’s not coming back.” you cry and turn into Bucky’s Arms. he holds you tightly. “What do you mean?” Bruce says. Everyone is looking at you more confused than ever.

“He went back to her.” you whisper. Bucky the one hearing your words. His heart sank. Steve you idiot. He thinks to himself. You break free of Bucky’s hold and you walk away. He wants to go after you but he knows everyone else deserves an explanation. So he gives it to them. Bucky does his very best to explain Peggy Carter to his friends. 

“After her death and the Thanos events Steve realized he was still in love with her and wished that he could go back in time to see if they ever had a chance together and Then you two discovered he could travel back in time, he knew this was his chance to get back what he lost; to finally get his chance with her.” Everyone gasps.  “It’s not that he didn’t love Y|N we all know he did but there was always this ache inside him for a girl he’d always dreamed off and he knew that wasn’t fair to Y|N to only half love her, he knew she deserved better.”  Bucky does his best to try and explain everything to everyone; who are all shocked. But how could they have known?

As you walked away from your friends from the man you loved deeply and unconditionally, you realized there was something in your pocket; a letter, he must have slipped it into your pocket when he was hugging you. You pull it out, unfold it and quietly begin to read. “My dearest Y|N, I know at this moment you are confused, upset, heart broken and you probably hate me more than ever but I need you to understand that I do love you. You were my true love. And I need you to know that you deserve to be more than half loved, to be treated like the absolute light you are. For someone to worship the ground that you walk on and that man is not me. I am sorry and I hope that you can find it in your heart to someday forgive me. I need you to let me go, be happy, fall in love, be wild, be crazy, live a life full of all the things that you deserve and so much more. All my love always. Steven G Rogers.” 

Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you hold his final letter in your shaky hand. You slide your hand down to your stomach, clutching your secret. A few weeks ago before all this craziness with Steve going back in time, you found out you were pregnant. You and Steve were going to have a baby, you were going to have a family…Together.  You had been searching for the just right way to tell him when he broke the news to you that he would be time traveling to return the infinity stones. And you knew then you couldn’t tell him because even a baby wouldn’t make him stay and you knew that. 

You walked into your bedroom. The silence was deafening. You grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it over your body, that had now been taken over by uncontrollable shivers. His picture beside the bed you grabbed it clutching it to your chest as you climbed into bed and sobbed uncontrollably. How has this become your life? Alone, broken, sad and pregnant.  There was no way you were going to be able to do this without him; especially since being without him made you want to die. How could you go on?” 

You hear a sound as the bedroom door creaks open. “Y|N?” you hear. Bucky’s sweet velvety voice fills the room. You groan in response. “I know you don’t really want to see anyone right now but I thought I would check on you.” he whispers. As he peers over into the bed. The first thing he notices is the handwritten letter from Steve and then you sobbing into his pillow on the bed. “Fuck Steve you really are a god damn idiot.” he curses outloud as he sits beside you on the bed.  

“I'm Sorry.” Bucky says pulling you into his arms and just letting you cry. “I don’t know what to do, Buck.” you finally say absolutely sobbing. He wasn’t sure what you meant. 

“I loved him more than anything, he was my everything. I always knew deep down he’d never love me as much as he loved her, I always knew that no matter what I would never be enough for him, but I clung to the little bit of hope that at least for a while he loved me enough and that was good enough for me.” you sob into Bucky's chest. Bucky hated the way Steve had made you feel over a girl he seriously only kissed once, but he knew it was the “What If” of it all for Steve. What kind of life could he have had with her that kept him yearning for something he had never known.

“Sweetie.” Bucky pauses to wipe the tears from your eyes. “You know he loved you.” he adds. “Obviously not enough.” you continue to sob. Silence fills the room. Several long minutes pass without either of you saying a word. “James.” you whisper, breaking the silence. “Yes.” he says as he continues to rub your back. There was silence again as you tried to find the words to say. “What is it, Y|N?” he asks, knowing it must be serious if you called him James.  You look up into his eyes hoping to find some answer within them.

“I'm Pregnant.” you sob and just like that your heart aches at the thought of the little one you could possibly bring into the world, of the love he or she will never know from one of the greatest men you had ever known. You hear a quiet gasp leave Bucky’s lips as he searches your eyes for his own answers. 

“Did he know?” he finally mustered up the courage to ask. You swallow. . “No” you say dryly. “I had just found out right before he told me about the plan to go back in time and I was still looking for a way to tell him when he told me his plan and I knew the moment he told me, that he didn’t plan to come back and how could I make him stay somewhere he didn’t want to be just because of me. I couldn’t ruin his chance to finally be happy, to finally be with the woman he always wanted to be with. I couldn’t take that from him” you sob. 

“Oh Sweetie.” Bucky holds you tightly and you cling to him. Sullen with the decision you now had to make. “I don’t think I can go through with it, I can’t do this alone. I just can’t. This baby deserves two people who can love them unconditionally, not just me desperately trying to cling to the last memory of Steve I will ever have….” there is silence again as you weep. “I just can’t do it.”  Bucky’s heart broke for you. 

You knew this was a huge decision. But you knew what the right decision was. You were in no place right now to raise a baby, one that deserves your undivided attention and love. And how could you love someone in such a way when you couldn’t bear to love yourself in such a way right now. You had your mind made up. This Baby deserved better. 

You had always dreamed of having a family; and you always hoped you’d have one with steve. A beautiful wedding, a few kids, a house in the hills but now you’d never have anything with him. 

In that moment Bucky knew what he had to do. There is no way he could let you lose your last connection to Steve. He’d do anything to help you hold on to that little glimmer of him. “Listen to me.” he says as he tucks his fingers under your chin so you look up at him. His eyes begging you to listen to him. “Let me help you. Let me take care of you, of this baby. Let me give you everything you’ve always wanted.” his eyes are begging you to let him in, let him take care of you. 

You swallow hard. You can’t ask him to do this and you know it. “Oh Bucky, I can’t ask you to do that.” you are looking up at him as his hand caresses your cheek. “Please.” he begs. You sigh. “Buck I can’t ask you to do this, to take care of me, of a baby that’s not yours, to put your life on hold for me, to keep you from finding the love of your life. I can't, I just can’t do that to you James I'm sorry.” you look away from his intense gaze. 

He pulls you into his arms. “Trust me beautiful, there is nothing I’d rather do, please I promise you’ve got me always.” he says Steve’s last words echoing in his ear. “Please take care of her Buck.” 

After a very deep and intense conversation between you and Bucky you decide to keep the baby, with James by your side. 

But despite everything you’ve been struggling a lot these days and not even a sweet conversation and warm bath could calm your broken heart. You still missed Steve a lot and no matter what you did you could not seem to mend your broken heart. “I need a favor.” you ask Wanda one day. She looked at you hesitantly. “Sure, what is it?” she asks. You knew Bucky was out with Sam and there wasn’t a better time to ask. “I need you to show me Steve.” you ask as tears fill your eyes. 

You had just found out last week you were having a baby boy and the thought of him growing up not knowing his dad was Captain America was killing you inside. Wanda gave you a sideways look. “Please Wanda, I need to know he’s at least happy wherever he is.” you beg her. “Alright.” she gives in. “Just this once, okay.” she knew you were very pregnant and very emotional and she hoped that maybe this could give you some closure. 

So she did what you asked. She placed her fingers to your temple and she showed you a vision of Steve. He and Peggy were dancing in the living room, some 40’s music playing in the background as they laughed and kissed and you saw that glimmer in his eyes you always wished he’d shared with you, he was happy and they looked like they were very much in love.” you began to sob. “Alright that’s enough. Sweetie please, I want you to be happy.” you grab Wanda’s wrist. “How can I be happy without him?” you shout leaving the room in tears. 

You keep torturing yourself with Steve’s happiness, begging Wanda to keep showing you his happiness over and over again until you had somehow managed to forget completely bout the little life that you carried inside of you. You were so depressed and lost that you didn’t care about anyone or anything anymore, and it’s not like you could drown yourself in booze and bad habits, no you’d much rather just torture yourself until you were barely hanging on. . “Please Wanda just one more time.” you begged. “Y|N ths is the last time I’m not doing this anymore.” she warned but once again she placed her fingers to your forehead as she took a peek into another timeline, where Steve was happy without you. 

You feel yourself getting light headed, you hear Bucky yelling at Wanda in the background as you pass out. You hadn’t been taking care of yourself lately and you knew it. You woke up to the sound of beeping. Your vision was blurry. Bucky by your side. “Hey you.” he smiles but you can tell there's something wrong, his eyes filled with worry. “The baby?” you gasp. As you realize what you have done. How could you? Bucky takes your hand. “He’s fine, he's a fighter, just like his mom. Everything’s going to be just fine.” he whispers. You smile at him as you close your eyes exhausted. “I'm sorry James.” you whisper as you fall asleep. You feel him squeeze your hand. “No need to be sorry doll. I'm here I’ll always be here.” he says, he never lets go of her hand. 

After your hospital scare you decide it’s time to make a change in your life. Everything is about you and this baby and Bucky. Through everything you and Bucky had started to get really close. Finally after what seemed like a wild 9 months you have your little Boy; Noah August Rogers. Bucky is amazing with him and with you; so patient and kind and loving. 

You and Bucky begin to fall for each other.  Slowly in the way he looked at you and the way he always dropped everything for you and how he held you and how much he loved your son like he was his own, and how he listened to you and how you always felt like you were the only girl in his world. You fell in love with James Buchannan Barnes. 

He realized as he sat there in the light green nursery that the two of you had painted together, as he held baby Noah in his arms, slowly rocking him to sleep as he let you have a few minutes to yourself ; that he had fallen in love with his best friend's girl. Even though Steve had forfeited that right when he left you both alone. 

But somehow in the late movie nights, and soft giggles, and lunch dates with you and Noah, and how you asked him to hold you at night till you fell asleep, and how you always seemed to be looking at him with so much love and admiration as he bounced your baby boy on his knee, or how you never judged him for the things he did when he was the winter soldier. 

The two of you are healing each other, him from his past as the winter soldier and you from your broken heart caused by Steve. 

It was late Noah had been asleep for a while now and you had fallen asleep in Bucky’s lap as you watched some stupid movie on TV both exhausted from taking care of Noah all day. “Doll, let's go to bed.” he says smiling as he looks down at you smiling in your sleep. You groan. “Fine.” you whine with a smirk as you pull yourself from Bucky’s arms. You stare at him for a second. 

“What is it?” he asks, smiling back at you.  “Thank you.” you whisper. He tilts his head at you a little confused. “For what doll?” he asks. You sigh. “For everything.” you say touching his cheek with your soft fingertips. “I feel like I don’t tell you enough how grateful I am for you… You saved me Buck, you kept me from making the greatest mistake of my life. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I definitely wouldn’t have survived without you.” you confess. Bucky blushes, he can’t stop his body from leaning forward, his lips capturing yours. You pull yourself into his lips, fingers running through his long brown locks. 

He pulls his lips from yours slowly. “Oh My Gosh I'm sorry I didn’t…” he words are halted by your lips on his again. once more. “Don’t be sorry.” you whisper into his lips. You’ve been feeling something wild for him lately. Something you never thought you’d feel again. You were so grateful to him for sticking by you all this time, for taking care of you, of Noah. he didn’t have to do any of it but he did and you would forever be grateful to him. 

It had taken until this moment right now for you to realize that you were in love with James Buchanan Barnes and he was hopelessly in love with you. You pull your lips away from his slowly, a flash of worry dances in his eyes, but you reassure him with a soft smile. “Come On Buck let’s go to bed.” you whisper, getting up from the couch beside him and pulling him with you. He gives you a questioning look. “Together.” you smirk. It takes a minute for his brain to process what you are asking. But once it did there was no stopping the handsome super soldier. “As you wish, my lady.” he smirks as he sweeps you up in his arms, you giggle and his heart for the first time feels complete.  

As the days went on you and James became inseparable, finding a love in each other that you never thought either of you would find. “Close your eyes.” he insists as he guides you from the car. You had been driving for sometime at his request because he had a surprise for you. “James, where are we?” you giggle as you feel grass beneath your feet. “Patients sweetheart.” you hear him chuckle. Suddenly you stop. “Alright doll, open your eyes.” he says moving his hands from your body, stepping aside so he can get a good view of your reaction.

You open your eyes and gasp. “JAMES! OMG” you look at him shocked. “What is this?” you ask him as you stare at a gorgeous one story house, surrounded by trees, with a play set in the backyard, and a wrap around porch with rocking chairs, and a little barn. You look at him begging him to explain, as you stand there in the front yard of this gorgeous home. “You needed a place of your own, a place for Noah to grow up, a place for a fresh start, some place peaceful and beautiful just like you.” he whispers. There was silence between you for a minute as you tried to stop the tears that escaped your eyes. “You… you did all this for me.. For Noah?” you reach out for him. 

The look in his eyes, the look he always had for you, the look of a man who truly loved you unconditionally. “Bucky?” you whisper. “I thought it was time you got out of the compound, had a place of your own, a place to heal, I’ve been working on it for a little while now trying to get everything just right for you..” “For us.” you whisper interrupting him. James takes a deep breath as you look at him taking his hand. “For us James, I wouldn’t be at this place in my life without you. Without you helping me with Noah, and taking care of me when I wasn’t at my best, for this gorgeous, thoughtful home you made, none of this would be possible without you James..” you pause. Because you are about to say something you never thought you would ever say again. “I love you James Buchanan Barnes, and I Can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me and for Noah...” you say the words feeling so natural and safe and meaningful as they leave your lips.

His hand is on your cheek in an instant pulling your lips to his kissing you wildly. “I love you too, doll.” he whispers, barely taking his lips from yours. “You and Noah are my world and I hope you never forget that.” he says kissing you again. “I could never.” you whisper into his lips. “Never ever.” his hands fall to your hips, yours are in his hair as you make out in your new front yard. He pulls his lips away from yours slowly. “Do you want to see inside?” he asks, taking your hand. “Of course I do.” you laugh. “I can’t believe you did this. It’s so beautiful, Bucky I just can’t believe this is ours, Our home.” the way your voice; so happy and warm and full of love says “Our home.” melts Bucky’s heart and for the first time in a very long time he really does feel like he’s home. 

He opens the door for you and you walk inside. Everything is so open and bright. As you wander room to room, giggling and gasping; James holding your hand. From the gorgeous kitchen, the spare rooms, and the master bedroom, and Noah's perfect little nursery. The huge backyard with the swingset and pool. The perfect quiet place for two people who had been through so much. “What is it?” he asks as you look over at him. You lick your lips as you turn to him. “I think you and I should take full advantage of this time alone.” you whisper. “Just you and me in our little world, no baby, nobody asking us how we are, just the two of us.” you say as you pull him in close to you.  A smirk crosses his lips. “I like the sound of that.” he whispers into your lips as he presses his body into yours. Fingertips tracing your body as he backs you into the wall. Soft little moans leaving both of your mouths. 

“James.” you groan. As you find yourself in your new bedroom. “Yes beautiful.” he whines. “You are my everything.” you say breathless. A smirk crosses Bucky’s beautiful lips. “As you are mine.” he says into the soft skin of your neck as he kisses down your body, clothes scattered on the floor of the bedroom. Your bodies tangled together in the sheets of your new shared bed. The air filled with the sounds of each other's names, soft little moans and breathless whispers. Back’s arching and nails digging into skin, kisses and sweet little cries. “I love you doll.” Bucky whispers as he holds you in his arms, as you both try and catch your breath

Neither of you had felt like that in a very long time. As you lay there in Bucky’s arms you can’t believe this is your life. Though you always imagined your life differently since you always thought you’d be here with Steve but that didn’t matter now. “I can’t wait to bring Noah home.” you whisper looking up at Bucky as you lay on his chest. He smirks as he runs his fingers through your hair, gently kisses your forehead. “Well let’s go get him.” Bucky smirks. You lean up, a sparkle in your eyes. “Really?” you say placing soft kisses to his chest. “Yeah babe, let's go bring our baby home.” he says leaning over you, kissing you slowly. You pull your lips from his slowly, fingers caressing his cheek as you look deep into his eyes. “I love you James.” you whisper as you give him a quick kiss, then jump from bed to get dressed so you can go and get your baby. 

You drove back to the compound, Bucky holding your hand across the center console. The two of you are laughing and talking about the future. Everything was perfect. When you get back to the compound you find Nat snuggling baby Noah on the couch. “Well don’t you two look happy.” she says with a smirk. You squeeze Bucky’s hand and give him a loving look. “I think we’re getting there.” you smile. “We’re?” Tony asks as he brings a bottle in for Noah. you and bucky look at each other. “We.” Bucky smirks, pulling you in close to him and giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek. Tony and Nat look at each other with large grins. “We are happy you two found each other, you both deserve it.” they both say. You sit with Nat as she feeds your sweet little baby, talking about the gorgeous home Bucky had made for the three of you, showing her pictures of all the gorgeous rooms and all the thought and love he had put into everything. 

It takes you a few weeks but you finally get everything moved out of the compound, finally you three have settled into your gorgeous new home.  “Bucky dinner.” you call placing Noah in his highchair. “Coming doll.” he calls to you as he comes from his office down the hall. You feel his lips on your neck. You melt into him. “Smells amazing, love.” he says, grabbing a beer from the fridge. You smile at him as you set the dinner down on the table, “Roast, mashed potatoes, asparagus. My favorite.” Bucky chuckles as you kiss him gently before you sit down at the table between your two favorite boys. 

You were settling into life as a family pretty easily. Bucky still went on a few missions every now and again, which you didn’t mind. You worked from home so you could take care of Noah. But no matter how far Bucky went he always came back to you. It was after a particularly difficult mission when he came home to you exhausted. The two of you were laying in bed when he asked you something you never thought you’d ever hear. He’s holding you tightly in his arms, kissing gently down your neck, you snuggled in close to him. “Marry me?” he asks. “What?” you ask, leaning up looking down at him. “Marry me.” he says again, his hand caressing your cheek. “Be my wife. You and Noah are my family and I feel like it’s time I make an honest woman out of you. Please marry me.” he says again. A tear drops down your cheek onto his chest. He reaches up to trap another with his thumb. The two of you look at each other for a few minutes. “I would love to Marry you James.” you say his lips capture yours, your fingers run through his hair deepening the kiss. He pulled his lips away from yours in an adorable smile, as he reached over into the bedside table drawer, retrieving a small velvet box. 

He opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond engagement ring. A tiny gasp left your lips. “James, it’s beautiful.” you say as he slides the most perfect ring onto your shaking finger. “I love you so much.” you whisper, capturing his lips with yours.  “I love you more doll.” he whispers, kissing your forehead gently as you both fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, you catch a glimpse of your new ring shimmering in the sunlight off of Bucky’s tanned chest. You couldn’t help but smile. He was still asleep beside you. “I love you James Buchanan Barnes.” you whisper as you kiss his cheek slowly, letting him sleep a little longer, he deserved it after all. You got dressed and went to get Noah from his Crib who had been babbling about for a while now. 

As you sat at the table, cup of coffee in one hand, baby in the other. You finally get a moment to take everything in. You were a Fiance. Someone wanted to marry you, and all your baggage. But not just anyone; the most sweetest, selfless, loving man you had ever known. Somehow out of the darkness you two had found the light; in each other. “Good morning, beautiful.” Bucky says kissing you slowly. “Good morning.” you whisper, getting a quick look at him, shirtless and in gray sweatpants. You chuckle. Bucky leans down to give Noah a soft kiss. 

The two of you talk a while after putting Noah down for a nap later that day. About the engagement, about the wedding, about the future. Working everything out. Deciding on a quick engagement. The two of you had waited long enough to be happy. Why waste it? You did let Nat throw you an engagement party at least.  

There he stood at the end of the aisle, tears in his eyes as he watched you make your way towards him. You couldn’t stop smiling. Tony Holding Noah in the front row. “Mama” he called with a giggle as you walked by, you blew him a kiss and returned your gaze to Bucky. He reached out for you as you made it to the altar. “You look beautiful.” he whispers. You couldn’t help but blush. You hand Nat your flowers as you take Bucky’s hand. You both decided to read your own Vows, and everyone was in tears. It was the most beautiful day. “You may kiss the Bride.” “Finally.” Bucky Laughs as he leans in to kiss you. “I love you.” he whispers. “I love you too.” you say. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.” Everyone cheers as you walk by Bucky scooping up Noah in his arms as the three of you walk out together. 

After the wedding you threw a reception for your friends and family. Noah had fallen asleep hours ago and you couldn’t get Bucky off the dance floor. “I'm proud of you.” Nat says as she finally is able to steal you away from Bucky, who is now taking shots with Thor. “You’ve been through so much. And through it all you managed to find love again, to have a family to get married, to survive. I am so very proud of everything you’ve gone through babe.” she says. You sigh. “It was difficult there for a while, honestly I didn’t think I was going to make it. But James rescued me, if it hadn’t been for him I would not have made it here, with a sweet little son and a gorgeous husband. He saved me. I fully believe if it hadn’t been for him I would not be here.” you admit. You look over to your husband who was already looking at you. “Hi” you whisper. He winks at you. God you loved that man. You and Nat talk a few more minutes before you are interrupted. 

“Sorry to interrupt but would you mind if I steal my wife?” he says, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck. “Not at all, Congratulations again to both of you.” Nat says, giving you a little wink as she walks away. “What do you say, we grab our sleeping son and get out of here.” he grins against your neck as you sigh, melting into him. “Well Husband, I think that sounds like a great Idea.” you say leaning into his kiss. 

You grab your son who was still sleeping and head home. You undress Noah from his little suit that matched Bucky’s and place him into his crib. You and Bucky looking down at the sweet little sleeping Blonde haired blue eyed boy. You turn on the night light, and close the door. The first time getting a good look at your new husband. “I feel like I have barely seen you today.” you whisper. “I know.” he says, kissing you gently. You two held each. “Hey James.” you say looking up at him. “Yeah Doll.” he says looking down at you with so much love, like he always had. “Thank you for being the best husband, dad and friend that I could have ever asked for. You didn't have to take care of me and Noah but you did and you never ever complained. You loved me always and I don’t think I tell you enough how much I appreciate you, for taking care of us, for loving us.” you whisper. He tucks his long fingers under your chin making you look up at him.

Your eyes meet his gorgeous blue ones. “There is no place I would rather be. Being with you, and having Noah has been everything to me and I wouldn’t change a single thing. Having you as my wife is something I could only dream of. You and Noah changed my life and I couldn’t be more grateful to you. I love you so much baby.”  he says leaning down to kiss you. You both fall into bed, laughing and giggling. The perfect day, with the perfect man. 

Two Years had passed now and your little family was growing. You were 5 months pregnant with a little girl Ivy Sophia Barnes. Noah was 2 and running around like crazy keeping both you and Bucky on your toes. “Noah August get back here.” you laugh as you chase him through the kitchen his little giggles filling the kitchen. Bucky was standing over the stove stirring some concoction he was making for dinner. He looked out of the kitchen window, he thought he saw someone standing there, a ghost from the past but he knew it couldn’t be. 

Outside of this gorgeous white house, with a wrap around porch, toys in the yard stood Steve Rogers. As he looked in through the kitchen window a scene played out in front of him that made his heart ache. Steve had spent his time with Peggy and soon he had come to realize he had made a very big mistake. Being with her was not exactly what he thought it would be. He missed you, he missed his friends, he missed his old life. So he decided to find a time loop and go back to the present day, hoping to pick up where he left off but was surprised by what he found. 

As he looks in he sees you with a toddler on your hip and another on the way, Bucky his best friend with his arms wrapped around you as he reaches to grab some plates from the cabinet above where you stood. The life that he always wanted, that he craved being played out in front of him. “You wanted them to be happy, you wanted him to take care of her, he kept his promise, he loved her when you couldn’t” a voice echoes in his head.  Steve moves from the window as he sees Bucky look out, almost noticing him. 

Steve leans against the wall struggling to decide if he should ruin their happy life together, or if he should just disappear like he was never there and let them live their lives. He decides he wants to see you and knocks on the door. A small blonde-haired blue eyed little boy opened the door. Steve stared down at the tiny child, and it was like he was looking into a mirror, he swallowed hard, could this little boy be his son. “Uncle Steve!” the little boy shouts wrapping his little arms around Steve’s leg. Steve greets the small boy with a smile. “Hi there buddy.” he says. The same blue eyes as his staring back at him. “Noah How many times do I have to tell you about opening the door..” Bucky stopped in his tracks as he saw Steve standing in the door. “Holy shit.” he says. Steve Smiled. “Language Buck.” he whispers. Bucky couldn't help but laugh. 

“James, who’s at the door?” you ask as you turn the corner. “Steve.” you gasp. “Mama look it’s Uncle Steve.” Noah Calls to you. “I see that sweetie” you say as you scoop up your young son in your arms. The three of you stare at each other silently for what seemed like a lifetime. “I’ll let you two talk a minute.” Buck says as he takes Noah from your arms. You give him a look like please don’t leave me. But he knew you needed this. 

Bucky gives you a gentle kiss and sweet I love you before he leaves the room. You swallow hard, your heart racing. He looked as good as he ever did. “What are you doing here Steve?” you ask, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape your eyes. Years of mourning the loss of this man and here he was at your front door like nothing ever happened. You led him to the front porch so you could sit down. You sit and he sits beside you. “Talk to me Steve.” you say arms holding your pregnant belly as you try to get comfortable. 

Inside Bucky was playing 20 questions with Noah who hadn’t shut up about Steve’s arrival. “Dad, why is mama so sad? Is uncle Steve going to stay with us? Dad, I thought Uncle Steve was gone?  Dad was mama crying? Dad, will Uncle Steve show me his Captain America shield?”  “Son I don’t know, we will have to just wait and see what happens okay.” Bucky tells his young curious son. He had no intention of letting the little boy get his hopes up. Bucky’s heart raced as he wished he knew what was being said outside on the porch. 

“I'm sorry Y|N.” Steve begins. You swallow. Here we go. “I'm afraid I made a huge mistake.” he confessed. “I thought a life with Peggy is what I wanted but it turns out it was nothing like I imagined it would be, she wasn’t you.” Steve whispers. Oh no, here come the tears. “Steve.” you manage. He didn’t have the right to do this. He chose what he chose and it wasn’t you. He didn’t deserve an explanation. You stood from the porch swing. You couldn’t do this. 

“You know what Steve, I went through hell after you left. I didn’t even want to be alive. I hated you and myself and the whole fucking universe for doing this to us, to me. I needed you and you weren’t there, but James, James was. And he loved me when I thought I was the most unlovable person because of you, he chose me when I couldn’t even choose myself. So please don’t tell me you’ve made a mistake because it’s all too late.” you say as you reach for the door looking away from him, trying to run away as fast as you could back to the safety that was James. That was until Steve’s words stopped you dead in your tracks. 

“Noah is my son, isn't he?” the words stung in your ears. There is a thundering silence between you before you answer. “Yes Steve, Noah is your son but only by blood, James is his dad and nothing.” he interrupts you as he stands to reach for you but you pull away.”If I would have known.” he says. “If you would have known you would have still chosen Peggy, Steve you and I both know that. You had your mind made up then and there was no changing it. So please just let us be happy.” you beg him. 

But you can’t stop the tears anymore and you leave Steve standing on the front porch and you head to your room slamming the door behind you. Bucky comes out with Noah. “I'm sorry.” Steve says “This isn’t what I wanted.” he adds. Bucky looks at him. Tempted to torture him by leaving him in a room with Noah and his millions of questions but he knew he probably shouldn’t do that. “I know Steve. I get it, us together wasn’t what you expected when you decided to come back. You hoped you could just pick up where you left off with her, like she waited around for you to decide Peggy wasn’t really what you wanted. You should have seen her, Steve, she was heart broken and there for a while I didn’t think she was going to survive without you but she did and she’s the strongest woman I’ve ever known. You can’t blame us for being together.  It just happened we needed each other after you left and.” Bucky stopped, he didn’t owe Steve anything. “And you should know that the decision for you to be part of Noah’s life is going to ultimately be up to her, whatever she choses.” Bucky reminds him. Steve nods. “Now do you want to meet Noah, word of caution he has A LOT of questions.” Bucky Chuckles. “I think I can handle it.” Steve laughs. Bucky shakes his head. “I dunno.” 

He left Noah and Steve in the living room while he goes to check on you. He knocks on the door. “Baby it’s me.” Bucky calls. “Come in.” you say through sobs. Bucky opens the door slowly seeing you crying on the bed. “Oh baby,” he whispers, coming to you, holding you in his arms. “I can’t do this Buck, I can’t go through this again. I almost lost everything last time and I just can’t.” Bucky kisses your lips. “Shhh baby. It’s going to be okay. I don’t think his intentions are to ruin anything. He made a mistake babe, we made it, you and me. I don't think we should hold it against him but like i told him the choice to let him in Noah’s life is going to be up to you. If you want him to go I’ll make him go. You tell me what to do babe. I’ll support you in whatever you choose.” he says, kissing you slowly. 

You can’t help but smile.   “I love you James Barnes. You have always been my rock and I think Steve deserves to get to know his son, but on our terms.” you say. Bucky smiles. “I'm sure Noah has talked him to death anyways so we probably won't have to deal with it.'' Bucky Chuckled. You laugh. “We probably should go rescue him.” you say. Bucky wipes your  tears and kisses you on the forehead. “Everything is going to alright Doll, I promise.”  you squeeze his hand, and head out to the living room to find Steve and Noah sitting together on the floor, Noah chatting away and Steve just nodding and laughing. Bucky heard you sigh. As you look out at Steve with your little boy. A sight you had always dreamed of. Bucky began to worry. Was his marriage about to be in trouble? 

“Steve, you can stay for dinner if you want, it seems like you and Noah have a lot to talk about.” you finally say, you hadn’t noticed the instant fear in Bucky’s eyes, the fear that he was about to lose everything. You walked into the kitchen and set another table setting. Steve stayed for dinner and then played with Noah for a while before bedtime. “Thank you for letting me have this chance.” Steve says. “I want Noah to get the chance to know you, but please don’t make him any promises you can’t keep Steve, I’m begging you. Our family has been through enough.” you say with a sigh. “I'm not going to ruin it this time. I appreciate you and Buck even giving me a chance.” Steve says as he gets ready to leave. “Hey Steve.” you say. He turns back up the porch. “Yeah.” he says, his perfect blue eyes meeting yours. “Here’s Bucky’s number. If you want to see Noah Just call, we'll arrange it. I want you to be a part of his life Steve. He doesn't deserve to never know the kind of man his dad is because we were idiots.” you say handing him a small note with Bucky’s number on it. “Thank you Y|N” he says. “Also I'm pretty sure Buck is over the moon to have his best friend back.” you smile. Steve can’t help the smile that crosses his lips. “Thank you.” he nods and he heads out to his truck. 

You stand out on the porch as you watch him leave. Knowing your simple little life, just became more complicated. You sigh as you head inside. Bucky had finished up the dishes and was sitting on the back patio. You knew today had to have been a lot for him. You walk out to him. “Hey you, let's go to bed. It’s been a long day.” you look down at him as he smiles up at you. You could tell something was on his mind but you didn’t press him you knew he would tell you whenever he was ready. He took your hand and you led him up to bed. The pair of you lay there in silence, you were tucked tightly into Bucky’s arms, listening to his heartbeat. The slow and steady rise and fall of his chest. 

You hear Bucky sigh. You turn to him. “What is it, Buck?” you ask him, turning in his arms so you can look at him. There is silence again. “Baby, talk to me.” you say your fingers caressing his cheek. He melts into your touch. “Do you still love him?” he whispers, he can’t believe he’s saying this. He knows the answer. But still he can’t help that it’s on his mind. You look over at your sweet husband. 

“Of course I still love him James, I’ll always love him in some sort of way he gave me Noah, but you, you James Buchanan Barnes you gave me love and light and happiness, loved me when I thought I was absolutely unloveable, you saw me when I was invisible babe you gave me everything, including this sweet little girl we have on the way, who is going to be such a Daddy’s girl, and never have a boyfriend till she’s 45.” you pause because Bucky was finally laughing. “You got that right.” he chuckled as he rubbed his hands over your growing belly.. “You gave me everything James and not even Steven Grant Rogers could change that. You are my Forever Bucky Barnes and I hope you know that.” you whisper into his lips. “I do know that baby, I'm sorry I just got a little insecure.” you smile down at your husband. “Baby you have nothing to worry about. I promise. It’s you and me forever and always.” you kiss his lips then down his chest as you disappear under the blanket. “And I promise to prove it to you every day if I have too.” you whisper. You hear him groan and you know your distraction is working.  

The next few months you saw Steve more and more. Noah was loving having his “Uncle” around. What could be cooler than knowing captain america right. Bucky and Steve were getting their friendship back and finally everyone was settling into their life of having Steve back. Someday when Noah was older and you knew he would understand you’d tell him the truth about Steve but for now you’d let him have his Heroes. Baby Ivy was Born and Bucky was over the moon, and that sweet little girl had your husband wrapped around her tiny little finger. Somehow You, Bucky, Noah, Baby Ivy and Steve managed to work out in this weird new family dynamic, finally getting a happily ever after that everyone deserved. 

The End.

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the skyline falls

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces

warnings: death, injury

a/n: angst, not sorry :) r joins the fight against Thanos but it’s just the ending boooo

“What the fuck was that?” you say, staggering to keep your balance. You glare at the ground, daring it to ripple and roll again. It’s still now beneath your feet.

“Don’t know,” says Wilson. His hands clench uselessly by his sides. There’s still blood in your mouth, still broken bone digging into flesh, but you grip at your pistols anyway and you scan the trees for any sign of movement.

“Sam!” calls Rhodes, from a distance, behind a thick screen of vines. “Sam!” Wilson sucks in a breath to answer: silence drifts out instead of a word. You twist, and see an empty space.

You can hear your name being yelled, too, in the distance. The thud of moving feet, a dance-like run you’d hear a mile away. You stare at nothing, the edges of Wilson’s profile fading in your mind. “Nata,” you say, not nearly loud enough. She crashes through waist-high grass behind you and is still moving when she grabs you, sending you overbalancing backwards. You stare at her, trying to focus.

“You’re okay,” she says, her voice falling dim on your ears, her face pale and earnest, inches from your own. You grasp for her hand and you can’t feel her warmth through your glove, like you always could.

“I’m-” you say. Your legs give out, and the two of you sink to the floor together. There’s pain building in your muscles, the deep marrow in your bone, creeping up and stealing the breath from your lungs. You frown, gulping in air that won’t reach your brain. “It’s good,” you say, a reassurance. Your hands drift to her face, her cheeks between your palms. Cold, so cold.

“Stay with me,” Natalia demands. There’s blood on her face, dirt where your hands once were.

“It’s all good,” you say, in a last rush of air. Panic, rising like a towering wave. You can’t breathe. Can’t speak.

Natalia says your name. “No,” she says, the syllables blurring together. Her eyes gleam, far too bright, far too green. “Don’t you fucking dare. I am not doing this again, please just-”

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[writingintheshadowsforever]

Not Who You Think I Am Part 4

Summary: You make a few changes to your deal with Fisk while Kate plans a long and overdue date night

"No more tracksuits" You said crossing your arms over your chest

Wilson Fisk didn't answer you immediately instead he kept his relaxed position leaning back in his chair. He acted like he didn't have a care in the world. When oddly it was him who sent you a text around nine this morning demanding your presence. He said he wanted to discuss a serious matter. You figured it had something to do with most of Tracksuit Mafia being arrested two days ago.

Being true to her word Kate had called the cops and gave them the location to the warehouse. You knew it wouldn't take long for Fisk to get word of it, and decided that you wanted some peace before the storm. So you acted as if nothing had happened and enjoyed a lazy day in bed with Kate.

After everything that had went down she wasn't too keen without letting you out of her sight. The next day either so you didn't protest when she asked that you tag along with her to Bishop Security. Even though her mother had attempted to freeze her out of the company. The board of the advisors were able to pull some strings, and prevent Eleanor from forcing her daughter out of the job. While no at the company was a huge fan of Eleanor and her ties to the criminal world. They loved Kate and she was good at her job, and it was still a family business. The two days without having to worry illegal shipment of weapons, drugs, and who knows what else. While also trying to keep your identity from your vigilante girlfriend were blissful and went by way too fast.

But the two days away from all the chaos did give you sometime to clear your head and really think. Leading you to come to one conclusion the remainder of the Tracksuit mafia had to go. Which is the first thing you wanted to discuss with the big boss.

Finally after just sitting there in silence Fisk leaned forward in his chair folding his hands together on top of his desk. "Now why would I agree to that?" He asked his face nor his voice showing any signs of emotion.

You let out a sigh "if you don't I will walk."

The veins in his hands became visible as he flexed his hands. "We had a deal y/n or did you forget? You lead the Tracksuits as they finish handling all business affairs I had with them, and only after that do I leave you alone for good. It would not be wise for you to go back on your word with me. You don't need me to tell what would happen if you did."

You took a deep breath and slowly released it doing your best to keep your cool. Your hand was itching to pull your sword free, and just bully him into your new terms. But he was a business man so you would just negotiate. "Your Tracksuits are idiots no offense Fisk" you told him taking a seat in one of the chairs. "They got caught because of their own stupidity."

"I heard they got caught because you aided Kate Bishop in her escape. After they managed to successfully capture her and were planning to finally dispose of her properly."

It took everything in you not to reach across the desk to punch him. For some reason he had no bodyguards in this room with him, maybe he thought you weren't a threat. It would be his mistake. "Kate Bishop is practically an Avenger now, and just because they don't seem like the unified threat. They were before some of died fighting Thanos, some decided to explore space, and the others scattered. That doesn't mean they aren't still keeping tabs on each other. Do you really want to fall on their radar in your current condition? I thought that's why you wanted all of this handled in discreet."

Fisk looked as if he wanted to argue but you had a made the perfect point. His vision still hadn't returned to him even though the doctors promised. The damage done to his brain which was causing the blindness wasn't permanent, and eventually his eyesight should recover. The bandage wrapped around his head covering his eyes was the indicator of the injury, and why he was still in hiding. "Fine you make a good point but still if she insists on interfering in my affairs-

He couldn't see it but he definitely felt the breeze of your sword being whipped from the scabbard, and the tip of it resting on his neck. He stopped talking and swallowed hard. "What are you doing?"

"Making myself clear I can handle Kate Bishop and I will finish the job, but if I get to ride solo from now on. Your little lackeys are holding me back, and I don't need a babysitter. I know you don't trust me Fisk and I get it, because I don't trust either. But we don't need to trust each other to get this done. I'm on your only life line here to get this done, and you won't give me any peace until the job is complete. So let's just trust those two reasons are enough and neither will betray the other."

Fisk gave you a small nod to show his agreement, and you pulled your sword away to sheath it. "I'm glad we understand each other now."

"Just one more thing y/n"

You were getting ready to leave but paused with your hand on the doorknob. You looked over your shoulder at him, and even though his eyes were covered. He still managed to have a murderous expression. "If you fail me I will take away everything and everyone you care about, and leave you alive to suffer with the knowledge you caused it."

"I understand" You told him through gritted teeth before leaving the office. Not caring to hear his response.

Home

The apartment was a thirty minute drive away from Fisk's location, but you were so anxious to have Kate back in your sights. After Wilson's threat you made the drive in ten minutes, and while there might be some traffic tickets in the mail for you. A week or so from now it was all worth it when you walked into your shared apartment, and found Kate whipping up some breakfast with music playing in the background. She shook her hips to rhythm of the song while flipping pancakes into the air. And not just any pancakes but dinosaur shaped ones. Your favorite type of pancakes.

When she first found out about the joy that any animal or monster shaped pancakes brought you. She teased you about it but would always make them on a special occasion or whenever you were down. And even though Kate never said it you knew she was obsessed with the way your eyes would light up, and how giddy your behavior came. It was like you were a little kid instead an adult in her early twenties working at a dojo.

Even after the tense meeting with Fisk you still couldn't fight that feeling either. All of your worries were washed away as you ran up behind Kate and wrapped your arms around her middle. She let out a squeal as you planted sloppy kisses all of her cheek, and her neck scrunched up. When you trailed down knowing the kisses would get leave a ticklish trail.

"he-hey c-cut it ou-out y/n before I burn the pancakes" Kate giggled

"I love you Katie-bear you know that right." You replied pulling away to let her focus.

"Yes I know and I love you too and I plan on showing you just how much today."

You let her take all the pancakes out and stack them on a plate before turning her around in your arms. She wounded her arms around your neck in return and leaned in for a real kiss.

"I'm sorry I left without saying anything this morning had to handle some business at the dojo." You said when the kiss was finally broken.

"Its okay I hope the business was canceling any scheduled appointments. You belong to me today."

"Oh I do now" You teased with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah I hope so I mean I feel like I've been neglecting you lat-"

You cut her off with a peck. "It hasn't been just you Kate I haven't exactly been girlfriend of the year lately either."

"Well find then we both owe each other so today you're mine for all the epic plans I made for us" she asked again.

"Okay but after pancakes right" You asked with a childlike expression as your attention turned to the plate.

"You're not going to wait for the bacon or eggs" Kate asked with a grin.

You shook your head breaking out of her embrace and grabbing the plate off the counter. With no hesitation you took a Stegosaurus pancake in your hand and proceeded to take a huge bite out of it. There was a unexpected chocolatey taste to it that melted in your mouth, and made you do a little jump. "You put chocolate chips in these."

Kate nodded watching withe glee as you scarfed the pancake down. "Hey make sure you save me some pancake monster."

"No way too delicious to share."

"I cooked them" she exclaimed.

You shrugged and took off running as Kate gave chase. In the end you did indeed end up sharing once she tackled you onto the couch. Somehow you managed to keep the pancakes from falling over, but it made it easier for her to wrestle you onto your stomach to pin you. Kate snatched the plate away from you, but did feed you your equal share. Afterwards she told you to dress in something casual and meet her outside.

You threw on some blue jeans, a white shirt with one of her purple sweatshirts, and some white sneakers. It was common practice for the two of you steal each other's clothes. So Kate didn't mind at all and had taken one of your jackets already. The date started with a car ride to an ice skating rink. Even though it wasn't really her thing you were a pro at it, and loved to do it. Because she was so busy taking down the Tracksuit Mafia during Christmas. Kate missed the tradition where you and her would go iceskating in Times Square, and this was before you were aware of everything. So you were genuinely upset with her.

"You know you didn't have to make up for not going with me last year right. I forgave you" You reminded her.

"I know but I wanted too plus I thought maybe you could show me some moves?" Kate explained holding a pair of ice skates of her own.

The smile on your face got even wider, and you gave her nod. Once both of you were suited up you wasted no time in pulling her out onto the sheet of ice. Kate immediately wrapped her arms around your neck insisting for you not to let go. You didn't and thirty minutes later y'all were skating side by side holding hands and laughing.

Everything went right that day after the rink Kate took you by an archery range. This time she was the one teaching you something, and even though you didn't hit the bullseye. You didn't mind having her arms constantly around you showing how to hold the bow and aim. Next on her list was a doggy date with Lucky in the park he ran around free. While the two of you just sat on the bench and watched until he made the two of you get up, and take turns throwing a frisbee. A delivery guy brought food from a restaurant both of you loved, and you ate at lunch table. The day came to an end at a jewelry store and this stop really caught you off guard. So much you hesitated even when Kate beckoned you forward.

"Kate you promised me no super expensive jewelry. I can't exactly return the favor" You protested.

Kate let out a exasperated sigh. "Its not super expensive I promise just come look at it before turning it down please."

You gave in letting her lead you inside. There was a row of display cases on the right side filled with diamond rings, diamond studs, and diamond necklaces. In the lobby part was some single displays that held some more fancy pieces. You gawked at the sight of them and also the price

"It isn't one of those" Kate reassured you taking your hand to lead you over to a well-dressed man. "It came in today right?"

"Yes Ms.Bishop the necklace did and I hope it doesn't disappoint." He said pulling out a long black box, and opened the top.

In it was a heart charm necklace with tiny amethyst stones embedded in the heart, and a sliver arrow shooting through. It had simple silver chain.

"Its perfect and my payment went through online already" she confirmed.

The man nodded pushing it towards her. "Its all yours."

"Great thanks Ben." Kate stuffed the necklace in her jacket pocket, and led you out of the store. You were slightly confused but stayed quiet as y'all began walking back home. One of your neighbors were waiting outside for you. A nice elderly lady two doors down from y'all. She would dog sit Lucky from time to time when both of you got caught up with work.

"She's going to take Lucky up" Kate explained. "I got one more thing to show you."

"Katie you're making it really hard for me to outdo on the next date" You complained.

"Come on you love how competitive I can be" she snorted leading you to back of the building.

The two of you went in through a back door that led to some stairs. Even though you didn't really feel like climbing ten flight of stairs. When she made a game out of it seeing who could reach the top first. You were game beating her by pinning her to the wall on the sixth flight, and distracting her with a heated make out session. When you pulled away and dashed the rest of the way. She was still leaning back against the wall in flustered state.

The sight at the top of the run made you stop though and revel in its beauty. The sun was just starting to set and mixed in with all of the other tall buildings was a ray of colors. There was a blanket laid out right in the middle, and a few seconds later. Kate was nudging you in its direction revealing her true intentions. The two of you ended up on resting on the blanket with your head using her stomach as a pillow. One of her hands played with her hair while other held one of your hands.

"This was the perfect day thank you for that" You whispered knowing she would hear.

"You deserved it and it was needed. I've been thinking a lot about that night you came home. All worried about losing me and stuff" She felt your body stiffened. "It just made me realize y/n that I couldn't handle losing you either. This my sound corny but you're my home and without you I would surely be lost."

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position at those words to gaze back at her. Your heart pounding in your chest as she did the same while digging the necklace out. "I got you this to kinda represent that you know the arrow will always guide me back home to your heart. If that makes any sense I'm pretty sure its som-" Her rambling was cut off as you leaned over to press your lips to hers. She returned the kiss with just as much passion while still managing too hook the necklace around your neck. After that her hands cupped your face as you moved in closer to press feverish kiss along her jaw and neck.

"I love you Katie and you have been my home since day one. When I met you and nothing will ever tear us apart I promise" You swore in between kisses.

She guided your lips back to hers for another lip lock before pulling back to look you in the eyes. "I don't know if you don't finish what you started in the stairwell. I might be inclined to disagree babygirl." A moan slipped from your throat as you pushed her back onto the blanket.

There was only one last wish left on your lips but you kept it to yourself. You wanted this moment to last forever, but moments like this were so rare and few.

Not to mention perfect and nothing so perfect could last forever, but gosh did you wish for it every night.

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[thirsty4villains]

Bound | A Loki x Reader Fanfic

Rating: E  

Warnings: Eventual smut, human sacrifice, torture, blood and injury, violence, angst

Tags: sharing a bed, slow burn, eventual romance, fix-it, canon divergence of Avengers Infinity War/Endgame, humor, limited use of Y/N, action and adventure

Summary:

A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don't know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.

It's been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You've been bound to Loki.

CHAPTER 7

You blinked in stunned silence as you processed the battle that fizzled out. It was jarring to hear the clanging of sword on dagger and the grunts and shouts of two angered gods and then… nothing. But where did they go? Would Loki find Freya and continue the dispute elsewhere in the realm? You worried for each of their safety.

The day was still young and beautiful, but the idea of going back in the pool to swim didn’t feel right. Some Vikings ventured back up the hill once the danger had passed as you retreated down it and back to the hall. The combination of the minor hike, swimming, and watching such a stressful event left you famished.

After a quick meal, the search for the goddess turned up no luck. She wasn’t to be found in any of the common communal spots. If she was in her room you would never know because there was no answer when you knocked on her door, but she wasn’t the type to sulk after a fight. The whole of the realm was abuzz about the commotion between the two gods, some saying it was the most exciting thing to happen in Folkvangr in the last three hundred years. It was nearing night now, the pink and orange sky dulling into a dark purple.

The realm is small, someone was bound to have seen her or Loki. While you asked around, many said they saw Loki wandering about in quite a mood and they were sure to steer clear of him. There was no mention of bloodshed anywhere. So while neither of the gods were hurt, Freya was still missing in action.

It was times like now that you wished phones were here. Everything is close enough that you could walk or teleport to the person you wanted to speak with, but it was so inconvenient when you didn’t know where to find them. A simple “hey where are you?” text would be a lifesaver.

There are ravens that fly around delivering messages, but they are so rarely needed and you didn’t know how to approach one. You also didn’t want a finger bitten off.

As you wandered down an area of Folkvangr hall you hadn’t yet explored, through a window you saw Loki below. Though you couldn’t see his face, his body language clearly spelled out pissed off. Your next thought was a bad idea, but Loki would know better than anybody where she might have gone.

When you came downstairs and outside, you heard grunts coming from the man who was taking his anger out on some trees outside. You watched one topple over, its weight bringing another tree down that was unfortunate enough to be in its fall path.

You approached Loki from the side. When you finally came in view of his peripherals his head turned to you.

“Leave, human,” he snarled.

“Where’s Freya?” you demanded.

“Freya,” he spat. “Has left Folkvangr.”

You considered what that meant.

“Why? She didn’t get hurt, did she?” you asked.

Loki laughed an angry, spiteful laugh. You took a step back. “No, but don’t fret, she never leaves her realm for long.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“She is fine. Fled to keep her precious Vikings out of harm’s way.”

If what he said was true, you calmed a bit.

“Well, if she’s gone you can find a way to leave, then.”

“Don’t you see, girl? It’s impossible to leave without the wench’s blessing. A year’s research and I am no further along now than I was when I first arrived.” The look on his face was murderous.

“I don’t believe you’ve already given up.”

Loki stalked to you. The fury in his eyes alone could have killed you where you stood. He cocked his head to the side.

“Why do you care?”

“I know what it’s like to feel helpless.”

“I am not helpless,” he hissed.

“No, you’re not. That’s what I’m saying.” You were shaking and you hoped he couldn’t detect it. An angry god was towering over you and he could snap at any second. Why were you doing this?

“You’re not helpless,” you repeated. “You’re one of the smartest people I know, and I’m sorry Freya isn’t helping you. She should let you leave. I would help you if I could.”

“It doesn’t matter now anyway,” he said with gritted teeth.

“You should keep trying. I haven’t given up on my search for a spell to unbind me from you. You shouldn’t give up your search either, especially if what you say about your plan is true.”

Loki had a look like he was piecing you together. He reached his hand out and you froze. It dropped limp to his side.

He spoke for the first time without malice or anger: “Leave me, human,” his voice quiet.

An urge to comfort him in some way overcame you, but in his current mental condition any wrong move might set him off.

“Bye, then,” you muttered out of earshot, and back you returned to Folkvangr hall.

The next morning, unsure what to do with yourself since as far as you knew; magic lessons with Loki were postponed until he got his rage checked. Freya was still gone. You could always try befriending some Vikings, but you envisioned forty different ways that could go wrong. Instead, you decided to swing by the library. You pulled out the book you’d spotted when you first arrived. The Major Houses of Asgard, it was titled. Inside, you read the family histories of the Asgardian royal family. Some entries on notable rulers and members of the family caught your eye but you skimmed most. When you got to the current family, the house of Odin, you read each of their birth dates, their accomplishments, their personality traits.

First came Odin, then Frigga; his wife and Loki’s mother. In her portrait her eyes were kind, her smile warm. Out of instinct you could tell she was a loving woman. After her came Thor, the charismatic god of thunder and one of your favorite Avengers. Loki’s entry as the secondborn was last and included a picture of him as an adult, but considerably younger. His hair was gelled back and barely reached lower than his ears. Each portrait was painted accurately enough that it could easily fool one into thinking it was a photograph. Under Loki’s arm held his golden horned helmet. There was a gleam of pride and happiness in his eyes. The man in the picture was completely different from the man you were getting to know. What happened to turn him so angry and fearsome?

You barely started on the paragraph below when the man in question spoke behind you.

“Reading up on your history?”

You jumped and shut the book out of reflex. The tug in your chest might actually be useful if it warned you of Loki’s presence before he tried to scare you because no matter how many times he did it, it was going to get you every time. Loki raised an eyebrow and the book reopened to the exact page you were on. His hands clasped behind his back, he came closer, trapping you between the table and himself as he looked over your shoulder. His head bent down, inches next to your face to snoop at what you’d been reading.

“Why read a book on my family when I am a primary source on it?”

You scooted away from him so you could breathe. “Because any time I ask you something I’m either teased or I don’t get a straight answer.”

He pointed at his chest. “God of lies.”

You rolled your eyes. You proceeded to ask your questions anyway.

“Are you really a thousand years old?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you here?” you pointed to the portrait of Loki in the book.

He examined it before speaking. “Eight hundred, maybe. I don’t remember.”

You looked between Loki and the portrait of him in the book. He eyed you quizzically. You blushed under his gaze.

“Well?” he said.

“Well what?”

“Something is on your mind, are you going to spit it out?”

You sighed, talking more to the picture than to him, not noticing that you traced your finger over his image on the page as you did so. “You look so happy here.”

Loki quirked an eyebrow. “...And?”

You shut the book. “What happened? You seemed so innocent there.”

“I can assure you I was far from innocent,” he said, a mischievous tone behind his smile.

“You know what I mean.”

He almost sighed. “Not today, human.”

“...And your brother and parents.”

You wanted to say more but you at the mention of them something changed in Loki’s body language. Quickly, you changed subjects.

“Sorry. You said Freya will be back soon?”

“Yes. She never leaves for long. In the meantime, I am spending as much time possible finding out how to leave, ideally before she returns.”

He really is set on leaving, then.

“To Valhalla?”

“Yes.”

You nodded solemnly.

“What?” he asked.

“When you leave, I guess I’ll die, or wither away, or however it works. Before I came here, I just wanted a fresh start. That’s all I wanted. And then this happened.”

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed briefly. “Start over?”

“The Snap. It took my family, my friends. I was miserable.”

You blinked away tears before they had a chance to fall. “I was going to get away from all that and move away from the painful memories. I guess I’m stuck here, and when you leave, whatever comes after that.”

There was silence in the library for a time as your words hung in the air. You expected Loki to pity you or more likely, leave.

He spoke quietly. “Keep searching for the unbinding spell. In the meantime, train with me this afternoon.”

You nodded. When you were sure he was gone, you opened the heavy book back to the page with the entry on Loki. You roamed over the features of a man who had yet to face an unnamed hell.

---

Instead of meeting in the fields just outside the palace, you met Loki in the courtyard. Similar to the garden in that it had trees and bushes of flowers all around, it also had stone benches, statues of people you did not know the identities of, a few tables for eating, and a large space you and Loki could practice some magic.

Instead of teaching you anything new, Loki had you review the spells you have already been taught. Everything went by smoothly, except when you attempted to summon the last of a list of items from thin air.

The last thing to summon was a raven. You had grown rather adept at summoning spells, but as you pictured the bird in your mind you became distracted by the wind blowing papers out of the hands of a woman leaving the courtyard to go back indoors. You realized your mistake at not concentrating too late when a gust of wind whooshed underneath you, propelling you into the air. Recollection of any kind of magic that might save you or cushion your fall went blank. You screamed as you came plummeting down, and rather than colliding with the hard ground of the cement of the courtyard floor, you were caught in Loki’s arms. Bridal style.

Dazed, hair messy, heart pumping, you looked up at the god who was not hiding any aspect of the fact that your blunder amused him. You blushed not only at the fact that he was making fun of you and the words just hadn’t left his mouth yet, but also the fact that he was still holding you. And gingerly at that. He didn’t drop you and let your ass hit the hard floor like you half thought he might.

“I have never seen a summoning spell backfire like that, human. What in the realms were you thinking of?”

You thought about how ridiculous you must have looked right now, and how your screams sounded as you were thrown into the air. Giggles bubbled in your chest. Loki let you have your laugh. Afterward there was silence as the two of you looked at one another while not knowing what to say next. The feel of the bond and butterflies in your stomach from both your fall and the man holding you felt like an adrenaline rush. You wanted to touch his face. For a moment, the way his head hovered so close to yours, you thought he might kiss you.

No, that’s ridiculous.

“Thank you for catching me,” you said, finally remembering your words.

The amusement sapped from his features and he put you back down.

“It was nothing,” he replied.

You had pretty much become accustomed to Loki’s emotional whiplash, but this was just… different. Being mischievous one moment and angry the next, fine, you expected that from him. But now, being mischievous but cold and distant. What was up with him?

You tried your hand at summoning a raven again, this time not allowing outside events to affect you. The dark bird squawked at the pair of you, then flew toward a nearby tree. Loki gave you quiet near-praise or emotionless criticism, which was odd, given he loved to tell you how wrong you were getting it.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, needing some kind of conversation.

“And what is that?”

“If you don’t want to answer, just say you don’t. I’ll understand, just don’t blow up on me.”

Loki quirked an eyebrow, but you took it as a signal to continue.

“Why did you attack Earth?”

“I thought it was obvious. I wanted to rule Midgard.”

“Yes, but why?”

“It’s a long story that I think you’d rather not hear. Old news. Boring, really.”

You sat down on a bench. “I’m sure it’s not.”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ve been getting to know you these past weeks.” You remembered the portrait of young (well, younger) Loki, the Loki with bright eyes who seemed to have a future ahead of him, but you didn’t mention that. “I’m just trying to understand, that’s all. But if you don’t want to, I won’t ask again.”

A moment of quiet passed before Loki began his tale.

“I met Thanos. Met is a generous word. More accurately: he found me and tortured me. When I proved my worth to him he gave me an infinity stone so I could use it to gain him a second one, the Tesseract, the Space Stone. In return I would rule Earth. After that, you know the rest.”

You screwed up your eyebrows. “But what was Earth to you? Why would you even want it?”

“I was never going to be Asgard’s king.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your voice went up an octave. “So you thought you would come and enslave my planet?”

“I was hardly going to rule Jotunheim, the wasteland…” he muttered.

“Jotunheim?” you fumbled with the name.

“I’m Jotun, not Asgardian.”

You gave Loki a look as if you were supposed to know what that means. He looked away in disgust. He crossed his arms before he spoke again.

“I am not Thor’s brother, I am not Odin and Frigga’s son. Not by blood.” He was pained to continue. “For a millennia I was led to believe I was second in line for the throne. Instead I’m a monster, a freak.”

“I don’t understand…”

His hurt was palpable. You knew he had a story. This was deeper than anything you expected. You wanted to understand, you did. What did he mean by freak? Was it his magic? No. Magic was common on Asgard, Loki said so himself. The fact that he was willing to divulge this much information was unanticipated.

“Jotuns,” the god sneered. “Are a race of frost giants. Tall, terrible creatures fueled by greed and hate and violence that live on a planet as unwelcoming as they. Asgardian children are told the stories of the frightening beasts who hate Asgard and its prosperity. I discovered I am the son of the king of those monsters. Odin took me as a child to protect a feeble treaty between the two realms.”

Loki’s eyes appeared glassy. He did not look at you. You weren’t sure if he waited for your response, or if he was stuck somewhere inside himself. Was it safe to pull him back out? The faint rise and fall of his chest was the only indication he was not one of the courtyard’s statues.

You weighed every detail he told you carefully in your mind. Of course, you wouldn’t understand all of it; Asgard was an entirely different world. And Loki, Loki was tangled up in the ugly side of its politics.

The urge to want to comfort him again arose. But words could never undo a lifetime of trauma. The best you could do was try.

“How long did you think you were Asgardian?”

“Centuries,” he uttered.

“Centuries you thought you were Asgardian, but all that time Odin let you grow up believing your own heritage is a race of monsters?”

There was no confirmation by him verbally. You stood up and tentatively placed your hand on his, not caring about how the bond might affect you. Finally, his eyes found their way back to you.

“What did you do?”

“Thor was banished to Earth just before the truth was laid out to me. Odin fell sick and I took the throne. In my rage, I sought to destroy Jotunheim, the world so hated by my people. When Thor returned to Asgard we fought. When Odin finally recovered, I realized I would never be accepted by him. I left.”

You wanted to cry for him.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t even… begin to imagine what that must have been like. What it is like. Your father was cruel to do such a thing to you.”

“Yes, well, I was always his second-favorite. I should have been used to it.”

“Loki…”

Loki wriggled his hand away out of your grasp. He distanced himself from you by taking a step back. You frowned at his words and his sudden reservedness. You thought it was the end of the conversation and maybe even the lesson, but Loki spoke again.

“I may have found a way to leave Folkvangr and get to Valhalla.”

Your frown deepened at his change in subject. There was obviously more, much more, he needed to heal from, but you didn’t press it. The thought of him having found a way to get to the other realm of fallen warriors intrigued you.

“I may require you for it to work,” Loki continued.

“Well, good. I wasn’t going to let you leave while I’m still bonded to you.”

He seemed surprised.

“You really think I was gonna stay here and mope around? If I had to fight you to make you take me with, I would have.”

He almost smiled. “I can kill you easily, but I don’t doubt you would try.”

“Yes, I would try, and I don’t doubt you can kill me,” you grinned. “When are we leaving?”

“Before Freya returns.”

#loki #loki x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #bound #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki romance #loki odinson #romance

[ninewheels]

It's now at the point where I actually have to start making decisions about how to handle myself with regard to FF7 Rebirth. I don't have a PS5 and I'm not gonna buy one in the immediate future. The questions, then, are: First, am I going to buy one in the foreseeable future? How much do I really need to play the game now/soon? Sure, I want to, but it isn't as though I don't have a million other things to do/media to catch up on. How much are my feelings about how soon I need to play it influenced by being surrounded by a fandom that will be playing it now. Do I avoid spoilers (as much as I can)? Do I let myself be spoiled, or even actively seek out the major spoilers, which is my default attitude towards most things these days because that "Thanos demands your silence" type culture bullshit has drastically soured me to the very notion of staying spoiler-free (for myself, obviously I have no business deciding for anyone else) and in any case I've always believed that as cool an element as surprise is, a good storytelling experience is one whose core is just as engaging regardless of whether you know what actually happens. But if I'm waiting an extra long time to play the game anyway, is it better to whet my whistle for knowing the things, or just to casually avoid spoilers as much as is convenient simply by focusing on other things--either way brings a different kind of anticipation into my life. If I do spoil myself, would it be best to just watch the entire story on YouTube, so that part is settled, and I'll get to the game part later? Meanwhile, I've watched the Chip and Ironicus LP of Remake so often that it's become difficult to extricate that from the game itself, which isn't a big deal, but I want to re-absorb the game on its own terms before moving to Rebirth, and I need a bit more time for the C+I LP to become hazy in the memory before I'm ready to replay the game with fresher eyes. (The selfish take is that all of these questions would be resolved by Rebirth not coming out for another six months :P)

I don't expect or need any of you to actively care about this, it's fine, but I'm venting, and hey, if you find value in it because this is a mood for you as well, that's just a nice bonus.

#I'm going to just ignore the discourse for the first little while by focusing on the more pressing things in my life #Final Fantasy VII Rebirth #Final Fantasy VII

[giftsforus]

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[kennyaxoxo]

Under the Hex

prompt: A one-shot that may become more about an oc trapped in the Hex from Wandavision. May get a slight oc with the events of the cinematic universe. Consider it a different part of the multiverse. not beta read

Warnings: angst, trauma flashbacks, and I think that's it

Word count: 682

Being trapped in one's own body was a nightmare, to say the least. To be slightly aware of your body is forced to speak and move, but being a third party to the actions was something that Tyleah never thought she would have to experience. 

Memories of a romance between Wanda and Vision that slowly turned wicked with it promptly transformed into the sacrifice that was destroying the mind stone. Flashes of Thanos and the Chitari and the horrors of Hydra and Sokokia.

It was enough to drive anyone mad, crazy enough to create the little bubble that Wanda had trapped Tyleah and the other Westview members in. It didn’t start off too awful for her, though. For the first couple of days, she was asleep, a dark, dreamless sleep that had worry seeping in underneath the inky imagery of closed eyelids. With more time, Tyleah guessed that Wanda got more comfortable in her little peace, so on Halloween day, Tyleah rose up with a gasp. 

She moved monotonously through the movements of dressing up for the holiday. Choosing to dress up like a witch, a black laced corset with purple elements complimented her mahogany skin. A black lace Roush midi skirt covered curvy legs and hid the shakiness of every step out of her apartment doors. 

Greeted by the sight of happy children accompanying plastic jack-o-lanterns, Tyleah tried to keep the smile plastered on her face as she tried to follow the script screaming in her ear. It's a normal Halloween, smile, do it for the children. With each passing face, she wondered how everyone else seemed genuinely excited for the day. Was no one else terrified? Was there no escaping the hell that they were trapped in?

After minutes of observation, a conclusion was drawn that everyone else was following the script to a tea. Certain people seemed to be vaguely aware of the menacing orders in their heads, and they made no moves to fight the woman who put them there. Wanda and her two children walked through the streets of Westview hand in hand, a confident smile draping the avenger's face.  The words “And remember, don’t go past Ellis Avenue.” had Tyleahs head perking up. She knew those roads, having lived in the small town in New Jersey her entire life. Surely she would be able to slink off in the distance without Wanda knowing of her presence. 

Before she knew it, her heeled feet were leading her out of the festivities of the town square. After she passed the last row of houses that led out the hustle and bustle of children, an immediate chill ran through Tyleah’s body. You don’t belong out here, go back now. Worry crept underneath her skin as she pressed on to the outskirts of town. The energy of the street was different. Suddenly it was all too dark, and freakishly quiet. Residents stood in some sort of trance outside their homes, dogs stuck in place without even so much as a tail wag. 

Footsteps echoed on concrete until the sounds of grass wet with due surrounded Tyleah. She could feel a pull towards the end of the bleak clearing. She was able to silence the demands of the red-haired witch and was now relying on her own instincts. She squinted, seeing ripples in her view, almost like she was looking at the old box tv she had sitting in tattered book shelf. 

She reached out to touch the ripples, feeling the way the waves rippled through her skin. Marveling at the feeling as her own body reacted with the new magic it was facing. Her once chocolate irises turned a stark amber as she pushed through the barrier. She pushed and pushed until she felt a part of her break free, using the waves as support to climb out. 

She fell out the tear with an “oomf” and layed out on the grass, trying to force oxygen back into her lung. Vision swarming until finally, everything slowed and she was forced back into the inky darkness that she woke up from. 

#wandavision #oc #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #wanda #avengers #the avengers #no beta we die like men

[lovethedanielhd]

-TO BURN HIS FUCKING FARM 

#thanos #thanos demands your silence #avengers #endgame #avengers endgame #mcu #marvel #my art #comic

[lawpeii]

Endgame was a wild ride.

And Tony Stark will live forever through our hearts.

He left behind two families whom he loved dearly.

While he is inevitable, we ARE Iron Man.

#thanos demands your silence #ironstrange #irondad #dr strange #iron man #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #steven strange #rest in peace ironman #rip ironman #endgame #avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #I am Ironman

[cat-cosplay]

Reminder: Spoilers might start appearing on the internet in a few hours, and just like before...

Thanos Demands Your Silence

#cat cosplay #avengers endgame #thanos demands your silence #don't post spoilers #don't ruin it #mcu #marvel