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mars-hmallow · 1 year
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Ok but guys im suddenly so into Tony x T'Challa like whatefuck the few fics I'd read are amazing and im going right now through that tag in AO3 so God bless Wakanda and Tony Stark, yes
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deantavias · 1 year
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oh yeah i love reading (fan-fictions to dissociate).
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literaryavenger · 1 month
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Black Panther - Post Credit Scene
Summary: Bucky comes out of the ice.
Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Nothing really for this one, maybe language, mostly fluff.
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: I want to specify that I used google translator for the Xhosa, so I hope it's at least decent, but I thought it would be cute to put it in there. I've had this ready to go for WEEKS and I'm so glad I finally get to post it! I hope you like the idea of a reunion like this as much as I do! Enjoy!
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You’ve been on the run for a year now with Steve, Sam and Natasha. A few weeks after you all escaped the Raft, Clint and Scott decided to make a deal with Ross to get house arrest because being on the run and away from their families was too hard for them.
The five of you that remained went from safe house to safe house while doing as many missions as you could, never staying in one place too long and still trying to help people to the best of your capabilities, with Wanda disappearing from time to time to spend time with Vision.
Lately, though, you’ve been noticing Steve’s been a little fidgety, even disappearing here and there for a couple of days at a time.
You want to ask him what’s going on, but you don’t want to be nosy so you wait for if and when he’s ready to talk about it. And that time comes one random afternoon as you’re all sitting around in the living room of the safe house you’re in, Wanda being off with Vision.
“Hey, can I talk to you?” He sits next to you and you nod, putting down your book to give him your full attention. “I know you’ve all been wondering where I go every now and then, and I’m glad you didn’t push it. I’m ready for you guys to know, now.”
He addressed everybody before turning to you and looking straight in your eyes as he finished. “Bucky’s awake.”
Your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t seem to find it in you to say anything more than “Oh.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He looks actually sorry “we just thought it would’ve been better to keep it as lowkey as possible.”
You nod and look at the floor, trying not to show your disappointment. It makes sense. After all Steve is his best friend, his brother, his only family. You’re barely an acquaintance. Right? 
“He asked about you.” your eyes snap back to him. “He wanted you to be there, but he understood. He’s glad you’re safe.”
“From the government or from him?” you mumble and Steve gives you an apologetic look, but lets it go.
“The thing is, I kind of need to ask you a favor” you narrowed your eyes at him and he raised his hands in surrender. “It’s nothing bad, I swear!”
“Fine,” you sigh. “What do you want?”
“It’s just, the mission we’ve been planning is important…” he looks at the plans and footprints on the table. “And only three of us are needed for it.”
You think you see where this is going. “You want me to take over your part of the mission?” you look at him like he grew three heads. How the hell can you take on the role of a supersoldier?!
“No, of course not. That’s the thing.” he says quickly “I can’t be spared for this, and we know the mission is gonna last a while.”
“Where are you going with this, Rogers?” you’re just confused now.
“Could you look after Bucky for me?”
Oh. You try hard not to look too excited about the prospect of seeing Bucky again and spending time with him.
“Are you… sure that’s a good idea?” you ask him as coolly as you can.
“It’s not gonna be hard. You just need to keep an eye on him from a distance.” good thing you managed your expectations. “Shuri’s gonna be working with him and, when he’s ready, she’ll let you talk to him.” Okay, you’re excited again.
“Uhm,” you have to at least pretend to think about it, right? “I guess, if I’m not needed on the mission and you are, I could do you this favor.” you fight a smile as you make the mistake to look at Sam, that’s grinning, knowing full well how you feel about Bucky. You groan and roll your eyes, but he says nothing, thankfully.
“Thank you.” Steve lays a hand on your arm and smiles at you. “This means a lot to me.”
“I know” you smile back, then hug him.
“Okay,” he says as you let go “we’re leaving tomorrow morning.”
You nod and get up to finish packing the bag you were getting ready for the mission a few days later. After you’re done, you go back to the living room to spend one last night with Sam, Steve and Nat as you don’t know how long it’s gonna be before you see them again.
The next morning you wake up thankful you’re not hungover and get your stuff with Steve’s into the jet, Sam and Nat accompanying you out to say the last goodbyes.
“I’ll miss you” you tell Nat as you hug her “please don’t cut your hair again while I’m gone.”
“I’ll try not to,” she laughs, hugging you back. “I’ll miss you too, Crazy.”
“Try not to miss me too much” Sam tells you as he hugs you too, making you roll your eyes with a smile.
“Sure, birdbrain.” He groans at the nickname “be careful.”
He nods and, after they say goodbye to Steve too, the two of you board the quinjet and make your way to Wakanda.
You are met by princess Shuri and king T’Challa himself, you hug Steve goodbye as he makes his way to visit Bucky before his mission and to tell him he probably won’t be coming by again for a while. 
Shuri and T’Challa, who insisted you drop their formal titles, give you a tour of the palace and then take you to a guest room that’s basically a suite, that you’re shocked to find out you’ll be living in for the duration of your stay.
As promised you look after Bucky from a distance. Every morning you and Shuri get escorted to Bucky’s hut where she works with him on his deprogramming as you and Ayo hang back.
Other than making sure he’s okay, there’s not really much for you to do so you take this time to get to know the people. It astonishes you how easy you get welcomed by the community.
You’re taught their customs by the locals, you pick up some Xhosa, not a lot but enough to have conversations and you’re even taught to fight by the Dora Milaje, mostly Okoye and even Ayo since the two of you cleared the air after the whole airport fight.
She apologized profusely about the wound she inflicted in your arm, which has been fully healed for months now, and you assured her it was okay, you understood she was simply doing her job and admired her passion and determination to protect her king. 
Also, it turns out you broke a couple of her ribs, which you also apologized for, so you two decided to just call it even.
You got comfortable fast, dressing with their clothes, participating in their festivities and playing around with the children everyday as Shuri does whatever she does with Bucky.
You’re always careful to not get too close to be seen while still being close enough to keep an eye on them. After their sessions Shuri always brings you up to speed and then you report to Steve to let him know Bucky’s doing good.
You’re making your way to Shuri’s lab where you’ve met her everyday for the couple of months that you’ve been in Wakanda.
“Good morning, princess.” you tell her, bowing when you stop in front of T’Challa “My King.”
“Stop that” he swats at you as both you and Shuri laugh.
“Ready to go?” Ayo asks and you eye her suspiciously as she’s grinning like she does right before she makes a move that instantly knocks you on your ass during training.
“What are you up to?” you ask her but she just keeps on smiling.
“Today is the day, Agent.” Shuri tells you as smirks, knowing how you feel about the nickname.
“I’m not an agent of anything.” you roll your eyes, then register what she just said. “Wait, what do you mean, today’s the day?”
“Sergeant Barnes is ready” she says and you can’t help the smile that comes to your face, which falls with a groan when you see them all smirking at each other at your reaction.
“Let’s just go.” you say as you turn around and start walking with Shuri and Ayo.
“Have fun!” T’Challa yells after you.
“Your order is my command, your Highness!” you yell back and you all laugh at the loud groan he lets out.
As always, Shuri gets closer while you and Ayo hang back and she walks to the shore of the lake in front of the hut and then stops there. You see three kids run out of Bucky’s hut, laughing, and the princess turns around as they run up to her and hug her.
“Are you playing around with that man again?” she asks, laughing. “You’re teasing him again.” she keeps teasing them as they chant ‘no’ between laughter and you can’t help but smile.
Bucky exits the hut and, like every other day, he takes your breath away. His sun-kissed skin, his Wakandan robes, his growing beard and the longer hair. The whole style just suits him.
You see him take a deep breath and then he gets closer to Shuri as the children run towards you giggling about the “Ingcuka Emhlophe”. [White Wolf]
“Uyayithanda Ingcuka Emhlophe?” you ask them. [You like the White Wolf?]
“Yena engaqhelekanga” one of the kids says and you laugh. [He’s strange]
“Kutheni ephulukene nengalo nje?” another one asked you. [Why is he missing an arm?]
You weren’t sure what to say, they were children after all, but you tried your best.
“Kuba uyindoda ekhaliphileyo eyathi yenzakala xa inceda abantu.” [Because he is a brave man that was injured while helping people]
They all look at him in awe just as you hear Shuri say “Sergeant Barnes.”
“Bucky” he simply says, and you smile.
“How are you feeling today?” she asks him.
“Good. Thank you.” she smiles and motions towards you.
“Come. Much more for you to learn.” she says as she starts walking.
He takes a second to look out at the lake before following Shuri, but as soon as he spots you, he stops. He stares as you’re giggling with the children that are now circling around you and dancing, and when you look towards Bucky again his eyes are already on you.
You blush a little at his intense gaze, he seems to snap out of it when your eyes meet his and he gets closer until he’s right in front of you.
“Sergeant.” you say, smirking.
“Doll.” he asks, smirking back.
You smile at each other until Shuri clears her throat, you turn to look at her and see both her and Ayo with a smirk of their own. You roll your eyes at them, but your smile stays on.
“Shall we?” Shuri says and starts walking, Ayo right behind her.
Bucky takes your hand and starts walking after Shuri too, pulling you with him, both of you feeling like nothing could wipe the smiles off your faces.
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Author's Note- I don't know where it came from. Also a bit slow phased and a bit lengthy. But I hope you all like it. Also, my first time writing for T'Challa. Also for those who are not aware, I also write on requests so you can send me requests for anything.
Thank you and Enjoy your reading!
Something New
T'Challa Udaku x Stark!Reader
Summary- Things go better than (Y/N) expected when she meets the royals of Wakanda...
Warnings- Obscene words 😅 nothing else
GIF Credits to @nicolyyyyy
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The stress levels were peaking for the Avengers in the recent times. With an inner fallout and an external takeover of their authority was making every single one anxious.
(Y/N) Stark, the adopted daughter of Howard and Maria Stark and sister of Tony Stark, was allotted the work of being the diplomat on the Avengers' behalf and receive the King of Wakanda and his group.
Perhaps it was because of the accident in Lagos, Nigeria where Wanda had unintentionally killed their citizens, that she was chosen to do the job, instead of the UN workers. (Y/N) knew how it felt to lose control of their powers. The helplessness and the anxiety were the worst. And having similar powers like Wanda, she could clearly understand the girl.
As she stood in the airport, waiting for the royalty to show up, she reflected on her life in the last few months. For her, personally, it had been difficult after Ultron.
She was in a serious relationship with Steve Rogers, much to Tony's dismay. But the keyword was: was. After she found out about his "closeness" with Sharon Carter, (Y/N) just couldn't continue. For Steve, it was always Peggy or Sharon, never her.
Their strained relationship's thread finally broke when the Sokovia Accords came, dividing the entire team into two. While (Y/N) had decided that it was for the best to sign them, Steve had disagreed.
"They are here, Ms. Stark," one of her assigned assistants said meekly, making her look up to find a group of well dressed people walking towards them. A silent power and authority mixed with comfort and gentleness surrounding them.
A dangerous aura, (Y/N) had come to notice in her times and experiences as both, a SHIELD agent and an Avenger.
She greeted them with a bow of her head, "King T'Chaka." The older man smiled, a polite and a genuine smile unlike the fabricated one most people wear. "Our deepest condolences for what happened in Lagos. Our teammate is new and not proficient yet. She never intended to do so," (Y/N) spoke as she had practiced.
The King of Wakanda only smiled, nodding his head politely. "What happened is behind us, Ms. Stark. But the future lies ahead of us," T'Chaka said with a wisdom very few possessed. "Indeed, Your Majesty."
Perhaps her work won't be so hard, especially since the King was humble, unlike most of the men in power she has ever handled.
"I am sure this must feel like you are back in your days in business," T'Chaka said, making (Y/N) nod. "Yes," she replied, feeling the nostalgia surround her. Though (Y/N) of the present times hated how she behaved when she was younger. She was extremely arrogant and a narcissist woman who cared only for the dollars paid to her family business after a deal.
"Meet my son, T'Challa, Ms. Stark. He is the future of Wakanda, just as you and your brother are of Stark Industries," T'Chaka said proudly, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. (Y/N) glanced to the man beside the king, feeling her heart skip a beat as she noticed the handsome prince by the King's side.
"Your Majesty," she greeted, respectfully, as she was taught in the mannerism classes she had to take before this day. "Ms. Stark, it is a pleasure to meet you at last," T'Challa said, extending his hand. (Y/N) placed her significantly smaller hand in his, shaking it politely.
"Please, we can continue the formalities in our way," (Y/N) said, gesturing to the cars lined up for the party. (Y/N) eyed the women lined behind the king and his son, feeling a tad bit intimidated by the way they seem to access her.
T'Chaka noticed the way (Y/N) was looking at the Dora Milaje, chuckling, he spoke, "They are the Dora Milaje. An all women's elite group of warriors, bodyguards to the crown." (Y/N) nodded understandingly, smiling a bit.
"Must be interesting," she commented, making T'Chaka laugh. "I have heard that you yourself are proficient in combats," he said, as they walked towards the black cars. "Not much, Your Majesty. Only much to fit in as a SHIELD agent," (Y/N) said, feeling shy out of a sudden as she felt a pair of eyes on her back.
At last, with a bit of small argument, three Dora Milaje warriors, whose name (Y/N) was yet to know, settled in the first car; while (Y/N), her trusted driver, the King and T'Challa sat in the second Range Rover. The rest settled into the third car.
The atmosphere in the car remained between awkward and comfortable. (Y/N) was constantly keeping an eye on the outside world, watching for any security breach in the plan.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her coat, making her sigh, knowing way too well who it was. Accepting the call, she placed one earbud in her ear, keeping her voice below whisper, "What do you need?"
"Cool up, dear sister," she heard her brother's voice from the Bluetooth device, making her scoff rather loudly. She watched as all the pair of eyes in the car was on her. "Hang up, if you have no work, Tony," she hissed under her breath.
Tony was having the moment of his life as (Y/N) was getting frustrated rather too quickly. "Why are you getting riled up so quickly, sister. Is your company too hot?" (Y/N) could hear the smirk in his voice. "Shut up, Tony freaking Stark," she hissed.
Tony left out a heartfelt laugh, making (Y/N) even more irritated. "Oh come on, (Y/N). You can tell me," he said. "Shut the fucking up and hang up!" She exclaimed loudly.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she met the driver's eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed as she felt T'Chaka and T'Challa's eyes on her. "Get lost, you bastard," (Y/N) hissed, hanging up before letting her head fall in defeat. "I am extremely sorry for my obscene words, Your Majesties," she apologized, biting down on her lip.
T'Chaka laughed while T'Challa's serious mask of expression changed into a beautiful smile. "These are normal in siblings, Ms. Stark. I hear them all the time from my youngest," T'Chaka assured, making (Y/N) smile.
Her advanced phone vibrated again, making her groan. Accepting the call without glancing at the caller ID, she threatened, "If you called me again, I am going to cut your precious jewel off you." "Someone sounds angry," Rhodey said sarcastically, ending with a chuckle.
"Rhodes? I am sorry," (Y/N) sighed, rubbing her face. "I am informed to tell you to take T'Chaka and T'Challa to the UN Headquarters directly," Rhodey said. "Directly? The meeting is supposed to be tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, but I guess, they have some work and tonight, there's a formal party. Inform them and find yourself a presentable dress," Rhodey hung up, making her sigh. "Is anything the issue?" T'Challa asked.
"I am supposed to escort you to the UN Headquarters and there is a formal party tonight," (Y/N) said, also letting the drivers of the other two cars know of the change in the plan.
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Even before (Y/N) could process, it was already the time for the formal UN party. The entire day had been a whirlwind for her; tackling both the royals of Wakanda and her always bickering brother was a tough work.
She stood in front of the full mirror in her penthouse, looking at her reflection. The purple dress with plunging neckline with thin straps fitted her in the perfect places, bringing out the best in her. The dress was accompanied by her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail; and a light makeup with no jewelry except the pearl earrings which once belonged to her mother.
"Are you ready?" Tony yelled from the living room, making (Y/N) smile as she grabbed her purse and walked out of her room. "Yes, Tones," she smiled as Tony looked her up and down. A smirk broke on his face, "So, the royalty is actually hot." (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking to the entrance. "Shut up and let's go."
After a short drive of not more than 15 minutes, the Stark siblings were entering the hotel which held the party. The room was beautifully decorated in a subtle and formal way. The room buzzed of conversations and laughter.
While Tony left (Y/N) to go and speak to someone, it was T'Challa who approached her. "A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn't be standing here, alone," he said, making her turn around with a smile. "My brother just went off to speak to some... I don't know," she replied with a nervous chuckle.
A silence fell between them as they side-glanced each other from time to time. To them, it felt like playing a game of hide and seek; trying to hide something (Y/N) was trying not to name.
The orchestral music filled the room as (Y/N) watched a few representatives join the dance floor. She wished that the man beside her ask her for a dance as well, but the chances to that were a few.
"Perhaps, a dance?" T'Challa asked, extending his hand and bowing a bit, smiling at the younger Stark. "I am not a good dancer, Your Majesty," (Y/N) said shyly as she placed her hand in his.
"Just follow the lead, Ms. Stark," he whispered into her ear as he led her to the dance floor. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as she bit into her lip. "(Y/N) would suffice, Your Majesty," she said, following his lead and let him move her as he wished. "T'Challa it is, (Y/N)."
(Y/N) felt like she would burn in the fire of his touch and words. Something strong bubbling in her chest for him, stronger feelings than she had for Steve or any of her previous ones.
Perhaps, it was something new. Something permanent.
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I Lost My Phone! (Avengers x Reader)
So due to all of the birthday posts celebrating Steve, I realized that on my school-induced Tumblr hiatus, I missed a shit-ton of birthdays between Bucky’s and Steve’s. So there’s gonna be a ton of birthday posts coming for the MCU characters that I can find birthdays for. In the meantime, enjoy this fic that’s taken me months to write and find inspiration for.
Warnings: slight Sam x Reader, my taste in music (that deserves its own warning any day), reader being called just about every nickname I could think of, swearing.
Word Count: 3950
Summary: Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are.
For an Avenger, you were actually pretty young. You were older than Peter, but still younger than Wanda and Pietro. You were close with all three of them, and you all loved to make references that confused the fuck out of everyone else. You also had ADHD, which meant lots of things. For you, it meant that something specific, like a bobby pin from 3 years ago, was fresh in your mind. Your top left desk drawer, underneath the colouring books, to be exact. But, you were always fidgeting with something; your ring, a pen, tapping your fingers, and literally anything you could get your hands on. You spaced out a lot, so you would fidget with a pen during meetings so you could actually pay attention. Also, you had this terrible habit of losing everything that wasn’t specific; your phone, wallet, keys were left everywhere around the compound.
You were sitting in the lab one day, fidgeting with a brain puzzle Tony had left on his lab bench while he was upgrading something into your suit. “Kiddo?” He asked, “Peter just texted me that he texted you hours ago and you still haven’t responded. He wants to know if you’re mad at him, and if you’re still on for that late lunch picnic.”
“Oh, would you let him know that I’m not mad at him and that I’ll get all the stuff for the picnic if he’s willing to swing us to where we’re going?” You responded.
“Sure, I can do that,” Tony replied, drafting his response to Peter. “Why haven’t you responded to him?”
You laughed. “I have no idea where my phone is, Mr. Stark. I haven’t seen it in hours, and I have no clue where I left it.”
Tony laughed too, having done the same thing many times over the years, though you did it far more often than he ever did. “I’ll just call you then, it’ll help. Unless your phone’s on vibrate?”
“No, it’s not on vibr- wait, don’t call me!” You exclaimed, but it was too late. Who’s Your Daddy by Toby Keith started playing from upstairs, and you ran up to the kitchen where you found your phone ringing on the counter.
Clint and Natasha were sitting at the counter, drinking yet another coffee. “Why is that your ringtone for Tony?” She asked.
“I, uh- it’s- I-” You stumbled over your words, turning your phone off, blushing as Tony came up the stairs behind you.
“Why is that your ringtone for me, kiddo?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You could easily escape if you wanted to, but it was his way of letting you know that he actually wanted an answer.
“My dad was shitty, my parents sold me into HYDRA as soon as my powers manifested, and when you guys got me out.. I just kinda.. y’know.” You said, hiding your head in your hands.
Clint rubbed your arm softly, “Hey, don’t forget about that picnic with Peter.”
“Oh, shit! He’ll be here any minute! I have to pack the food!” You scrambled around the kitchen, your gravitational powers making everything around you float as you did, and you didn’t even notice Tony slip your phone into your back pocket, just so you wouldn’t forget it again.
There was a knock in the kitchen doorway, and you turned to see Peter. “Y/N/N!”
“Peter!” You ran over to wrap him in a hug.
“You didn’t have your phone, did you?”
“Had no idea where it was. Mr. Stark had to call me.” You said, nuzzling into his chest.
Peter chuckled, “So I guess they know what your ringtone is now?” You blushed and pressed yourself further into his chest, wanting to disappear. “Do they know what it is for me?” He asked. You shook your head and tried to stop him from pulling his phone out, but he called you anyways. 
You grabbed his hand and started leaving with the food as the Spiderman theme song started playing in your pocket. You turned it off and called behind you. “Goodbye Mr. Barton, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Dad!”
“What did she just say?” You heard Tony ask as the doors shut behind the both of you.
“What did I do?” You asked while Peter was swinging you to a spot you had deemed as the ‘Kids Room’. Only Peter, Wanda, Pietro, and you were allowed in, and it was just a treehouse that Tony had built in the woods that surrounded the Compound. But it was fun not letting any of the other Avengers in. 
“You called Mr. Stark something you probably didn’t mean to.”
“Peter, what did I say?”
“You called him ‘Mr. Dad.’” Peter explained, you groaned, hiding your face in his neck.
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The next time you couldn’t find your phone was actually the next day in the gym. Tony had designed you special wireless headphones that would work up to a mile away from your actual phone. Meaning that your phone could be anywhere in the Compound, and while listening to your music, you would have no idea. You had come back last night from your outing with Peter, and got him to swing you directly up to your bedroom so you didn’t have to run into anyone else, before kissing his cheek and telling him good night. You didn’t have feelings for him, it was just something you two always did.
“Captain Rogers!” You called from your place on top of the gymnastics bars, “Have you seen my phone anywhere? I can’t remember where I left it.”
Steve shook his head in response, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I haven’t. Do you want me to call it for you?” He asked, pulling his phone out already.
“Yeah, that might be a good idea- wait.” You dropped off the bars as soon as you heard the first bar of Ice Ice Baby. “Shit!” You exclaimed, running towards the noise.
“Language!” Steve called, following you. His super-soldier hearing was sure to hear what his ringtone was. 
You pulled open the cabinet with the mugs, where you had left your phone this morning after pouring your coffee, and declined the call. “Thanks, Captain.” You muttered, walking off to take your post-training shower.
“I’m starting to think she does this on purpose,” Clint said, poking his head out of the vents.
“What do you mean?” Steve asked in response.
“Just yesterday Y/N forgot where her phone was while Peter was trying to get a hold of her, and Tony had to call her phone. It was sitting on the counter. At least she has a good sense of humour. I wonder what her ringtone is for me..” He wondered thoughtfully.
“What was her ringtone for Tony?” Steve always had more questions.
“Some country song called Who’s Your Daddy. Y/N evidently sees Stark as a father figure, she even called him Mr. Dad by accident yesterday as she was leaving for her picnic with Peter.”
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It was only a few hours later when you couldn’t find your phone yet again. “I’m starting to wonder if someone’s just moving it when I’m not paying attention.” You said, patting your pockets as you walked into the kitchen where Clint was pouring yet another cup of coffee.
“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asked.
“I can’t find my phone, again!” You exclaimed. “It’s the second time today that it hasn’t been exactly where I thought it was!”
Clint chuckled, “Where did you think you left it this time?”
“My pocket.” You deadpanned, subtly looking behind him to see if he had hidden it from you so he could find out what his ringtone was.
“Should I call you?”
“I wouldn’t. I’ll find it in a few minutes, don’t worry about it.” It was at that moment that you heard Men in Tights from Robin Hood coming from in between the couch cushions. 
You dove towards the couch, but Clint, being taller and stronger, beat you there. “Really? This is my ringtone?”
“Robin Hood’s an archer!” You defended yourself, reaching across him for your phone to turn it off.
Nat walked in at that moment, and started chuckling at the position the two of you were in. “So, sexual tension with people other than your wife, Barton?”
“Nat, he took my phone.” You whined, unable to reach it without physically climbing him. 
“Clint, give Y/N her phone back. Y/N, stop getting mad that people are finding out what your ringtones for them are. You have an excellent sense of humor, and nobody has been mad about their ringtone yet.”
“You guys are keeping a list, aren’t you?” You grimaced. 
Clint and Natasha both laughed, “And keeping track of who laughs at which one.” He added.
“Ouch.” You said softly, putting your phone back in your pocket and heading back into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”
“Nobody’s really sure yet. What do you want?” Nat replied.
“If there’s one thing I learned from my missions with HYDRA, it was how to make a mean mac n’ cheese.” You said, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboards. 
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When you woke up the next morning, it was to someone banging on your door. “Y/N! Training! You’re late!”
You groaned, rolling towards the noise and off the edge of your bed. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, having hit your head on the nightstand.
Bucky rushed in, “Y/N, are you alright, doll?” He helped you sit up while you were holding the back of your head.
“I-” You hissed softly, “hit my head. It hurts, Sarge.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a pretty good gash there, kid. Why weren’t you already up?”
“I don’t know where my phone is, it never went off with my alarm. I always leave it plugged in right there.” You explained, pointing to your laptop, which was currently plugged in. “Huh, charged the laptop last night instead?”
“Let me call you, doll. And then we’ll get you down to Helen in the medbay to get you all fixed up, you’re bleeding.”
“Okay, that’s a good plan.” You started to say, “Wait, my ringt-” But it was too late, Rasputin was playing from somewhere under your bed. 
Bucky laid down on his stomach to get it for you. “Nice choice, kid.” He said, passing your phone back to you before he picked you up bridal style. “Let’s get you to Helen.”
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You were able to keep track of your phone for the next three days, but while reading on the couch you realized it had been hours since you had last seen it. “Ms. Romanoff?” You called, knowing she was sitting in the kitchen. “I haven’t seen my phone in hours, have you seen it anywhere?”
“Sorry, sweetie, I haven’t. I can call you?” She pulled her phone out, and as she did you remembered what your ringtone is for her.
“I wouldn’t do-” You started to say until you heard Black Widow by Iggy Azalea playing from the fridge. You stood up and walked over to it, opening the door. “What the fuck is my phone doing in there?”
“You must’ve traded your phone for a YOP drink.” Natasha said, ending the call from her end of the phone. “Hm, Barnes was right, you do have good taste in music.”
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With Bruce you were always pretty good at keeping your phone handy, which was good, because you didn’t actually have a special ringtone for him, which you guessed made him special in his own right. You just could never think of a song that fit him well enough to be special enough for his ringtone. You spent a little extra time with Bruce to make up for it, plus you figured that whenever you moved your phone, he would make sure that he knew where it was so you wouldn’t lose it. You had a sneaking suspicion that Hulk liked you too, if the way you were able to calm him down was any indication.
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It was about a week after Natasha had helped you find your phone that you had lost it again. Thor and Loki were back, and while Loki often stayed on Asgard, since Thor insisted he was actually the better king, you enjoyed getting to spend time with both of them. They did both have phones now, since Tony had forced it upon them both last time they were on Earth, so you all would have a means of getting a hold of them, other than praying Heimdall would hear you. They both immediately came to you for help on understanding the Midgardian device. Similar to what Steve and Bucky did with their first phones too, actually.
You had been searching for the last 20 minutes, all over the Compound, and you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It wasn’t anywhere in your room, your bathroom, you checked all the kitchen cupboards and the fridge, twice; and you had even checked all the furniture in the main living room where you and Loki had been quietly reading that morning after training. Nothing. Your phone was nowhere to be found. You had even poked your head into the lab while Tony and Bruce were gone to see if Peter had seen it. Still no. Your phone was gone. You were just going to have to get a new one and transfer over all of the data. You groaned, flopping down on the couch, data transfers take for-fucking-ever.
“Little angel?” Loki asked. “Is something wrong?”
“I can’t find my phone, as per usual. I’m just gonna go get a new one and do a data transfer, which takes for-fucking-ever to load and it’s annoying as shit.” You flopped your head to look over at him on the other couch, pouting.
“Why don’t you just get someone to call your phone?” He asked. “I can do it if you’d like.”
You sighed, resigned to have left it somewhere stupid yet again. “I guess you’re my last option, Mischief.” Loki pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your contact, calling you. bad guy by Billie Eilish started playing from down the hall, in the training room. You ran towards the noise, picking your phone up once you got there. “Now I remember! I didn’t have pockets in my workout clothes this morning, so I left my phone on the bench. I haven’t needed it, so I didn’t think twice about not having it.”
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You also didn’t have a ringtone for Rhodey, but he was almost never around, and he never called you anyways. You only had his number in case of emergency, mostly for when Tony was stupidly drunk or if he was fighting with Steve and nobody could get them off of each other.
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The morning after Loki had helped you find your phone, you couldn’t find it again. “Nope, I’m not gonna bother, it’ll show up in a few minutes.. or hours..” You mumbled, curling up on the couch with your book. 
Three hours later, after finishing your book, going to training, taking a shower, making everyone lunch, and running some errands, you still hadn’t seen your phone anywhere. You retraced your steps throughout the day, pausing momentarily to ask Bruce if you had had it when you stopped in the lab this morning to ask Tony about an upgrade to your suit. Apparently not.
“Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, coming up behind you. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been running back and forth across the compound looking like a- what’s the saying?”
“A chicken with my head cut off?” You asked, sighing.
“Yes, that’s it!” Thor exclaimed. “Is something wrong?”
“I can’t find my phone, Thor. That’s all. I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.”
Thor picked you up and put you on his shoulders. “If I called you, milady, would it help?”
“I suppose..” You told him, using your gravitational powers to float safely back to the ground. Thor pulled his phone out and you heard Thunder by Imagine Dragons playing from the lab downstairs. “But.. I didn’t have it when I was down here this morning? I guess I could’ve left it down here last night and since it’s the weekend none of my alarms would’ve gone off.”
“Oh, crap, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Bruce said, looking up from his computer. “I was cleaning up the lab this morning and I must’ve put some things on top of your phone and then Tony moved them, and-”
“Bruce, if I had really needed it, I would’ve gotten someone to call it for me sooner. My only missed call is from Thor. Trust me, it’s alright.” 
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When you couldn’t find your phone again right after dinner, you were starting to worry about yourself. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, you thought to yourself. Somebody has to be moving it when I’m not paying attention so they can find out all my ringtones. Or maybe I really am this forgetful. Should I ask Dr. Cho about upping my meds? Should I go off my meds and see what happens? Should I-
“Y/N/N? You alright, sweetie?” Sam asked, interrupting your train of thought. 
You jumped, not having heard his knock on your door. “Oh, Sammy! You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.”
“It’s alright. You were really lost in thought, huh?”
“Yeah, I was.” You ducked your head, blushing. “Did you need something?”
“I was just coming to check on you. FRIDAY said you were in here pacing.” 
“Oh, yeah, I do that when I’m stressed. Sorry.”
“It doesn’t bother me, honey. Why are you stressed?” He asked, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him. 
“I just feel like somebody has to be taking my phone and hiding it. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, right? I was thinking that I should talk to Dr. Cho about my med dosage since I feel like I’m more disorganized on them than I am off. It’s not even just my phone, other than the bobby pin under the colouring books in my top left desk drawer, I never know where anything is anymore.”
“Okay, so we’ll find your phone and go talk to Helen about your meds. Problem solved.” Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled out his phone to call you. 
You nuzzled into his side and mumbled, “What if I don’t want you to find out what my ringtone for you is?”
He kissed the top of your head. “We’ve all loved your ringtones for us, honey. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” As you said this, Sam clicked the ‘call’ button on your contact and Fly Like A Bird by Nelly Furtado started playing from the hallway. You opened the door and found your phone on the little table next to your door. “Fuck.” You said under your breath. 
“Hey,” Sam said, wrapping you in a hug and resting his chin on your head. “That’s hilarious, sweetie. I love it.”
You turned around in his arms and wrapped your own around him, “You’re not mad?”
“Of course not. Now what’s this I hear about Barnes having his hands on my girl last week while I was on a mission?”
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After fixing your meds up with Sam and Dr. Cho, you were able to keep track of your phone for about 5 days. Sam helped. But, now, you had just finished training with Wanda and Pietro and you had no idea where your phone was. This was especially making you think you were crazy since these workout clothes have pockets. Both front and back. “Sammy! Have you seen my phone?” You asked, poking your head into his apartment.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He called from under the bathroom sink. “Have you asked Wanda and Pietro? I know you were just training with them.”
“Nope, I came here on my way to them. I’ll see you tonight?”
“Of course you will, it’s movie night.”
“Right, yeah. I forgot. Okay, I’m gonna go find Wanda and Piet, but I’ll see you later.” You said, kissing his forehead and shutting the door behind you. The next thing you knew, you heard Red by Taylor Swift playing from somewhere above you. That was your ringtone for Wanda, she was calling you?
“Up here, sora!” You heard Wanda call from the balcony. Looking up, you saw her waving your phone and you quickly used your gravity powers to float it down to you. “Oh, Y/N/N, you did such a great job controlling your powers!” Wanda shouted, running down the stairs to wrap you in a hug.
Pietro was right behind her, and all of a sudden you were in the middle of a group hug with the twins. “Well, princessa, now that we know what your ringtone for Wanda is, we have to find out what it is for me.” 
“Speed, I am speed.” came blaring through your phone speakers in the voice of Owen Wilson, who played Lightning McQueen in the movie Cars. You sighed, dropping your head onto Wanda’s shoulder as you declined Pietro’s call.
“That is the best thing in the world, princessa.” Pietro said, speeding you back to your apartment. “We’ll see you at movie night tonight?”
You nodded, leaning in the doorway. “Of course you will, Speedy. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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The next morning, just when you thought you were done with everybody calling you to find out their ringtone, King T’Challa and Princess Shuri showed up. 
“Y/N?” Shuri asked, knocking on your door, “Are you awake yet, love?”
You flung your door open, “Yes, I am, but I was looking for my phone before I came out for breakfast.”
“Oh, let me just call you.” Shuri pulled out her phone and called you, and Get Lucky by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams started playing from down the hallway, in the kitchen.
You walked down the hall, into the kitchen, where everybody was eating breakfast, blushing. “Couldn’t find your phone again, honey?” Sam asked. You nodded, grabbing it out from under your favourite mug.
“How did it even get out here? I had it last night in bed.”
“No you didn’t, you were in here making popcorn and brought your phone with you. You never brought it back, so I just assumed you grabbed it on our way to bed last night.”
“I must not have.” You said, finally remembering to hang up the call to make the song stop.
Natasha wrote something down on her phone, you assumed she was continuing to add to the list of ringtones she was keeping. “Hey, T’Challa, you’re the only one that we don’t know Y/N’s ringtone for, would you mind calling her for us?” Tony asked.
“Of course I can,” T’Challa said, pulling his phone out.
You quickly tapped on your phone, changing T’Challa’s ringtone while you still had a chance. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough because The Pink Panther started playing as your phone lit up with a call from the Wakandan King. “Crap.” You mumbled, declining the call.
“Oh, honey.” Sam said, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug. “Your sense of humour is absolutely the light of our lives. Has anybody disliked what Y/N/N’s ringtone for them was?” Everybody shook their heads.
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All in all, losing your phone so often because of your ADHD didn’t end up being so bad. But Clint got his ass kicked when Peter found your phone left in the vents one day. Turns out, when Clint isn’t hiding your phone, you actually don’t lose it all that often.
I hope you enjoyed! Once again, I have no idea how to end fics, so you get that piece of shit as a last paragraph.
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They Find you Having a Nightmare
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Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.
"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.
"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"
"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.
"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.
"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."
"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.
Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.
"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.
"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.
"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.
"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"
"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."
"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.
"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.
"Cutie!"
You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.
"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.
"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."
"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"
"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."
"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.
Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.
"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"
“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.
"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"
"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.
"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"
"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.
"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.
Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.
"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.
"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.
"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.
"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.
"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.
"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."
Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.
"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.
“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.
"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.
"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.
"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."
"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"
"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"
"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.
"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.
Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.
Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.
"Bucky?"
"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"
"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."
"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.
Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.
"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.
"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."
Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.
"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.
"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.
"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.
"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.
"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.
"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.
"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.
"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.
"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.
"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.
"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"
"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."
Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.
"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.
"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.
"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.
"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.
"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.
When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.
"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.
"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.
She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.
Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.
"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.
"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.
"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.
"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.
Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.
"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet.  Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.
"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.
"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.
"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.
"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."
"I love you too, Thor."
Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.
"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.
"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.
"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.
He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.
"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.
"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.
"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.
"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.
Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.
"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.
"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.
"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.
"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"
"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.
"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.
"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.
"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.
"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.
"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.
Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.
"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.
"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.
"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.
"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.
"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.
"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.
"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.
"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.
Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.
"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.
"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.
"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.
"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.
"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"
"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.
"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.
"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.
"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.
~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*
"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.
"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.
"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.
You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.
"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."
"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."
"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."
"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."
"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.
T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.
"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.
You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."
"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."
"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."
"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.
"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.
"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."
When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.
"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"
"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.
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bucky-h0e · 1 year
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Of Summer Days and Winter Nights
Medieval Fantasy AU! Knight Bucky x Princess Reader
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Synopsis:
As courting season approaches, King Clement II wishes to find a lover for his dear daughter, Y/n. She will be Queen of their land, one day in the distant future, one who serves their people well. But he knows the hardships all too well; he knows his daughter just as well. These hardships are meant to be shared, a ruler meant to be supported by the ones they love, but he will not always be around for her. So, he calls for a festival to celebrate the season, inviting all available bachelors and bachelorettes to his kingdom, he prays for someone to catch the eye of his precious girl.
He just did not anticipate it being one of the three most well known knights of the realm. One Sir James 'Bucky' Barnes.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
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A/N:
Hi everyone! This will be my very first attempt at writing a written fic, so please have patience with me. Chapters may be slow coming out, most likely two weeks apart, however I will send some notifications out. I am hoping for it to only be a short series and that you'll enjoy it!
If you would like to be added to the taglist, then please let me know! I will eventually do requests but I'd like to get this series started first! Please be sure to like it, reblog it or comment if you enjoyed it!
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romanoffshouse · 1 year
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gardenof-venus · 2 years
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
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↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬’ 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡. ↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬’ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.
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𝐊𝐞𝐲.
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖: ☄️
𝐒𝐅𝐖: 🌀
𝐋𝐢𝐥’ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲: ✨
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟: 🪐
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭: ☔️
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞: 🌙 𝐅𝐞𝐦: ☀️ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥: ⛅️
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𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 - 𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘈
𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.
• Aphrodite (🌙🪐☄️)
𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.
• 1. (🌙☄️)
• 2. (🌙☄️)
𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 - 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘙
𝙎𝙖𝙢 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 -𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘊𝘖𝘕 / 𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘈
𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘞𝘐𝘋𝘖𝘞
• Heaven Can Wait (☀️☔️🌀🪐)
• She Wanna Go Viral (☄️ ☀️)
𝙔𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙖 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘞𝘐𝘋𝘖𝘞
𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙛𝙚𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣
𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙊𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣
𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 - 𝘐𝘙𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘈𝘕
𝙏’𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙐𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙪 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙
𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙐𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙪 - 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙
𝘼𝙪𝙝 𝙆’𝙪𝙠’𝙪𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙣 - 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘉𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘙
𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 - 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙-𝘔𝘈𝘕 (Tom Holland)
𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 - 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙-𝘔𝘈𝘕 (Andrew Garfield)
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙛𝙛 - 𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏
𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙛𝙛 - 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘝𝘌𝘙
𝙒𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 - 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘗𝘖𝘖𝘓
𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 - 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘔
𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚 - 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘜𝘕𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘙
𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙠 - 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓
𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧, 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮 - 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
• Comfortable (☀️🌀✨🪐)
• Not Another Love Song (☀️☄️☔️)
Miguel O’Hara - ATSV
• Lace Glue Testing! (☀️☄️)
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Memories of Her ~ Series Masterlist
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
[Ongoing series]
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Summary:
She’s gone, vanished; disappeared into thin air. She was on a solo mission and then she was gone. Did someone help her disappear, what is she running from? Her feelings, her relationships or is her past catching up with her that none of the Avengers know about? Can they find her? Does she want to be found?
One: She's gone
Two: Where are you?
Three:
Four:
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starkillazz · 8 months
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✨Requests open for mcu x reader!! ✨
Send requests for any mcu x reader, haven’t written in ages but got hella inspired lately 😌
My speciality is angst✨
Examples but limited to:
Loki x Reader
Peter Parker x Reader
Tony Stark x Reader
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Kate Bishop x Reader
Yelena Belova x Reader
Peter Parker x stark!Reader (my faves!!!)
And more 🖤
all characters will be aged 18+ just cuz it feels weird writing about minors
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becasworldsstuff · 2 years
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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮
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-> hi everyone!! I’m beca and u are all very welcome in my world, I use she/her pronouns
-> English isn’t my first language, so if I make mistakes, please feel free to tell me
-> please DNI: if you don’t support lgbtq+, if you are pro life, if you are underage ( I won’t check every single one of you time per time in search of a minor, you are responsible for what you choose to read)
-> I’m a proud FEMINIST so please if it makes you uncomfortable the idea of having equal rights, please leave now
-> feel free to send requests
-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for
-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC
MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)
Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)
Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)
Clint Barton
Stucky ( poly)
Sambuckysteve (poly)
BRIDGERTON
Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)
Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)
Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)
Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)
Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)
Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)
OUTER BANKS
John b
Jj
Pope
Kiara
Sarah
Rafe
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE
Freya mikaelson
Elijah mikaelson
Klaus mikaelson
Kol mikaelson
Rebekah mikaelson
Poly mikaelson
Davina Claire
Elena Gilbert
Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)
Katherine Pierce
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Silas
ONE CHICAGO
Matthew Casey
Kelly severide
Blake Gallo
EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP
-> I write everything from smut to fluff, I like a bit of angst but I WONT DO SAD ENDINGS
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literaryavenger · 1 month
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Captain America: Civil War - 5
Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.
Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint.
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!
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The Raft. That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.
You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and made you change.
You got separated from her when they took you to your cell, between Scott and Sam. You dreaded what they were going to do to her, but you were powerless to stop them.
You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 
“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts and you don’t move a muscle, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”
“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but refrain. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”
You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”
“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”
“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”
“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.
“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.
“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls immediately, knowing Tony went too far.
“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says angrily before slamming his hands on the bars. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”
“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.
“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”
Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.
Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.
“I never wanted to see you like this” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words. He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.
Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.
“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.
“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”
“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.
“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.
“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”
“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”
You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”
Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”
“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”
“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”
“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.
When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.
He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”
You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.
“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”
“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”
You don’t say anything else and Sam knows you mean it and he knows better than to push you. “They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be. You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine. And you can only hope that he’s right.
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A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison. You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in. But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.
You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding us towards another level where Wanda is.
We get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.
You manage to move through the prison without problems, you have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.
When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight. You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”
Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”
You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there. Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.
There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.
“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.
She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”
After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around. It’s not bad, a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway, which makes sense, it’s just temporary.
After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.
“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixed on it, but stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.
Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.
“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.
You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.
“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.
“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.
“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.
“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”
You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”
You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 
He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door. Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon, then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.
You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionately than teasingly.
You narrow your eyes at them and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at the three of them.
They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything, and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.
You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.
Right?
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Imagine Requests
hello to all, I have been trying to get back into my writing for some time now but have been utterly stuck, so if anyone has anyone requests or ideas in mind please send them in!
Here is the latest update of fandoms/characters I write for-
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Kylo Ren
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Ahsoka
Poe Dameron
The Vampire Diaries:
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Jeremey Gilbert
Enzo
Klaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Hope Mikaelson
Landon Kirby
Jed
Ethan Machado
Lizzie Saltzman
Josie Saltzman
Avatar the Last Airbender:
Aang
Katara
Sokka
Toph
Zuko
Jame's Cameron Avatar:
Jake Sully
Nytiri Sully
Netyum Sully
Lo'ak Sully
Spider
Rotxo
Ao'nung
Tonwari
Ronal
Tsu'tey
MARVEL Comics
AVENGERS
Peter Parker
Steve Roger
Bucky Barnes
Tony Stark
Thor
Loki
Tchalla
Sam Wilson
Pietro Maximoff
Wanda Maximoff
Moonknight
THE ETERNALS
Druig
Ikaris
Gilgamesh
Kingo
Eros
Dane
THE X-MEN
Alex Summers (Havoc)
Scott Summers (Cyclops)
Beast
Wolverine
Warren Worthington (Angel)
Nightcrawler
Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)
Eric Lensherr (Magneto)
Charles Xavier (Professor X)
THE WITCHER
Geralt of Rivia
Jaskier the Bard
Yennefer
DC SHOWS
Arrow:
Oliver Queen
Thea Queen
Roy Harper
The Flash:
Barry Allen
Cisco Ramon
Wally West
Julian Albert
Titans:
Dick Grayson
Jason Todd
Rachel (Raven)
Starfire
Gar Logan
TEEN WOLF
Stiles Stilinski
Scott McCall
Isaac Lahey
Derek Hale
Liam Dunbar
Brett Talbot
Theo Raken
STRANGER THINGS
Billy Hargrove
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Peter/Henry Creel
NETFLIX’S WENDSDAY
Xavier Thorpe
Tyler Galpin
Wendsday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Ajax
THE HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
Aemond Targaryen
Rhynera Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen
Aegon Targaryen
ACTORS/SINGERS
Grant Gustin
Tom Holland
Chris Evans
Sebastian Stan
Timothee Chalamet
Cole Sprouse
Ben Hardy
Noah Centineo
Shawn Mendes
Hayden Christensen
Adam Driver
Joseph Quinn
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Meet The Stark Twins
In a Universe similar to Earth 1999999 / MCU
Earth 1999999S
A Universe Stephen Strange Missed?
What If?…
Minor Edits!! 8/4/2023 - 8/14/2023
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Tatum Stark
Born September 16th, 1992 at 9:39pm ; San Diego, California
Current Age : 32 (Year 2024)
Parents :
Father : Anthony Edward Stark (Deceased)
Mother : Vivian Montez Garcia (Deceased)
Adoptive Mom : Pepper Potts
Grandparents :
Maternal: Catrina Montez (Deceased)
Maternal : Dean Barlowe (Deceased)
Paternal : Howard Stark (Deceased)
Paternal : Maria Stark (Deceased)
Siblings :
Twin : Vincent Stark (32)
Damien Garcia (23) (Deceased)
Caralina Garcia (19) (Incarcerated)
Morgan Stark (6)
Description :
Height : 5’4”
Weight : 139lbs
Hair Color : Dark Brown
Eye Color : Brown
Markings / Tattoos : Ring Tattoo (L Pinky Finger) / Scar (Below Hair Line Above R Brow) / Lash Marks (R Shoulder Blade) / Scar Above Belly Button / Jagged Scar Down Spine To Tail Bone
Personality : Stubborn, Hardheaded, Protective, Intelligent, Kind, Loving, Caring, Defensive, Energetic, Abrupt, Leader, Analytical, Charismatic, Goal Oriented, Intentive, Self Disciplined, Selfless.
Ethnicity / Race : Hispanic / Caucasian
Spouse / Partner : James Buchanan Barnes
(33?) Physically
(106) Chronologically
Abilities / Powers : Darkness / Death / Moon Energy / Elemental Manipulation / Witch Craft / Weapons Manifest / Defensive / High Senses / Precision / Necromancy
Training / Skills : Jiujitsu / Judo / SHIELD Agent Training / Weaponry / Stealth / Tactical / Hand To Hand / Sorcery / Wicca
Weapons Training : Dual Blades (Similar To Loki’s) / Sword of Night / Sniper Rifle / Hand Gun / Throwing Knives
Job Description : Former SHIELD Trainee / Avenger / Heir to Stark Industries / Former Head of Renewable Energy Development Department (REDD) at Stark Industries / Former Manager of Stark Industries Technological Advancement Sector
Allies : Avengers / Dr.Strange / Spider-Man / Shuri Black Panther (RIP Tchalla aka Chadwick) / Bucky / Jennifer Walters (She Hulk) / Nick Fury / Guardians of the Galaxy / The Marvels / Maria Hill / SHIELD / Daisy Johnson (Yes. She exists in this universe.) / Fantastic 4 (Will Appear in 2025) / Betty Ross / DareDevil
Middle Ground : Moon Knight (Mostly Jake) / Namor / Wanda Maximoff / Deadpool / Lady Death / Blade / Eternals / X-Men / Baron Zemo / Loki / Yelena Belova / Ghost / Punisher
Enemies : Justin Hammer / Vivian Montez Soto / HYDRA / Madam Hydra / Ten Rings / Secretary Theodore “Thunderbolt” Ross (Red Hulk) / Task Master / John Walker (US Agent)
Extra Notes : Despite being a twin, Tatum is known for her stubborn personality and being similar to her father. (Minus the sleeping around.) She is highly intelligent; having graduated from MIT just like Tony at the age of 14 with a perfect 5.0 GPA. She prefers sour over sweet, just like a sour patch kid to which she is. She’s a strong fighter. Tatum is also known for being extremely protective of the people around her and will go out of her way to save however many people she can despite how injured she gets. She learns from her mistakes fairly quickly and can turn almost any bad situation around. Unless she’s extremely angry. Angry mixed with her abilities is not something you want to encourage. Tatum loves field missions. It relieves the stress Tony and Vince give her.
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Vincent Stark
Born September 16, 1992 at 9:47pm ; San Diego, California
Current Age : 32 (Year 2024)
Parents :
Father : Anthony Edward Stark (Deceased)
Mother : Vivian Montez Garcia (Deceased)
Adoptive Mother : Pepper Potts
Grandparents :
Maternal : Catrina Montez (Deceased)
Maternal : Dean Barlowe (Deceased)
Paternal : Howard Stark (Deceased)
Paternal : Maria Stark (Deceased)
Siblings :
Twin : Tatum Stark (32)
Damien Garcia (23) (Deceased)
Caralina Garcia (19) (Incarcerated)
Morgan Stark (6)
Description :
Height : 5’10”
Weight : 147lbs
Hair Color : Brown
Eye Color : Brown
Markings / Tattoos : Scar Along Spine Down To Tailbone / Scar Behind L Ear / Scar Above Belly Button / Sun Tattoo (Below R Ear) / Scarring Around Both Ankles
Personality : Intelligent, Self Kept, Oblivious, Kind, Academic, Witty, Disciplined, Cooperative, Inventive, Assertive, Adept, Analytical.
Ethnicity / Race : Hispanic / Caucasian
Spouse / Partner : Olivia Braxton (29)
Abilities / Powers : Light / Life / Sun Energy / Elemental Manipulation / Sorcery / Weapons Manifestation / Protection / High Sense / Soul Healing
Training / Skills : Jiujitsu / Karate / SHIELD Training / Self Taught Hand to Hand Combat / Stealth / I.T / Engineering / Advanced Coding / Hacking / Cybersecurity / Mind Behind The Screen
Weapons Training : Shield of Light / Hand Gun / Bo Staff
Job Description : Avenger / Former SHIELD Trainee / Heir to Stark Industries / New Head of The US Department of Damage Control
Allies : Avengers / DareDevil / Dr.Strange / Wong / SHIELD / America Chavez / Spider-Man (Peter Parker) / Guardians of the Galaxy / Nick Fury / Hank Pym (Kid Idolzies Him) / Riri Williams
Middle Ground : Jennifer Walters (SheHulk), Namor, Wanda Maximoff, Ghost Rider (Robbie Reyes) / Blade / Life
Enemies : Justin Hammer / Baron Zemo / Madam Hydra / HYDRA / Punisher / A.I.M / Vivian Montez Garcia
Extra Notes : Vincent is slightly different from Tatum. He’s more secretive and secure, set as a protective measure to keep himself from getting extremely close to a major injury or death itself. He rarely goes on field missions and prefers to stay behind the screen unless needed for his abilities. He is slightly stubborn but shakes it off; unlike Tatum. He also graduated MIT at the age of 14 with a 5.0 GPA. He unfortunately wasn’t able to attend graduation due to being in a coma a week prior. He prefers salty over sweet and sour. Vincent is overly protective of Tatum, wanting what’s best for her even if she doesn’t agree. He feels like he owes Tatum for saving him from their mother despite her continuous efforts of telling him he doesn’t. Vincent is also afraid of heights. He’ll make witty remarks if uncomfortable or fearful or just to lighten the mood. Usually his sister will pat him on the head to straighten him up or calm him down.
Writer’s Notes * All Non Marvel Characters introduced here belong to me and will be FULLY introduced in future posts.
All Marvel Characters do not belong to me!! All rights belong to Marvel Comics and MCU creators / directors / writers / artists / etc.
Thank You for Reading! ENJOY!
M.Ruvalcaba
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Of Summer Days and Winter Nights
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A/n: So this is the first chapter! It will only be a sort series, as this is my first attempt at writing a full series. I usually just do Social Media Au's or headcannons. I am happy to receive any feedback! I hope you guys enjoy it! Definitely not proof read and definitely a little bit all over the place.
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Chapter One
The kingdom was bustling with excitement as the workers of the castle went about making the final arrangements within the grand hall. With the guests arriving soon, and so much more to be done, Y/n decided that it would be best if she stayed out of the way for the morning. Knowing that, if she were to help, she probably would make the situation more stressful for those trying to organise the mass amount of bodies preparing the room for the 'opening ceremony' as her father had called it.
Really, it was a lavish excuse to see old friends and potentially find love alongside it. At least, for Y/n anyway. She had met with multiple suitors throughout the years, knowing most of them and rejecting just as many. There was no one in the land that she hadn't met and saw a future with. Except of course, her dear friends that she had met through her lifetime; even that had been scarce. The only three people who had been so lucky included; Lady Maria Hill, Lady Natasha Romanoff and Lady Yelena Belova.
They had all met by chance at another of these gatherings, held within the Kingdom of Asgard, ruled over by King Odin. It had been where Y/n also met Prince Thor and Prince Loki, both having come back from battle. Her father, always reluctant to visit his old friend, begged her to go with him and keep him company - that had lasted for all of ten minutes before he wondered off to talk to said friend.
It was then that she had bumped into a sulking blonde, annoyed that her father had dragged her to that event. After agreeing with her, the two became quick friends sharing stories of their childish fathers. After meeting her sister and friend, the rest had become history. Y/n knew that no matter the road she decided to take, she would always have her three friends supporting her. Her father, deemed this to not be enough and urged her to at least give one man a chance this time round. It had been why so many kingdoms had been invited to the two week long festival.
Preferably, courting would be announced between the first night and third day, with marriage being announced by the end of the two weeks.
"It's how your mother and I did it." Her father stated when she questioned the 'ideal' timeline. Of course, her father and mother had been madly in love at first sight. He smiled as she reminded him of this.
"My sweet girl, when you find yourself so deeply in love with one person, you can't help but move that fast. Any day could be their last, it's best not to waste time on if, buts or maybes." Fondly, he reached forwards to tuck a loose hair away from her face, "That is why we raised you to speak your mind and be confident when doing so." The pair both smiled at each other before leaning back in their chairs, Clemont sighing softly as he mutters, "It also adds to my greying hair."
Sighing, Y/n began to make her way to the library, knowing her father would most likely be there 'reading'. Sleeping is more the term she would use, that or he would be munching on some cake he managed to convince one of the cooks to sneak him. Despite being King, it was clear that the servants working within the castle cared too deeply for the royal family to allow any harm to come to them - including health issues. During one of his check ups from the royal physician, it was decided that the King's diet would need changing before it got out of hand. The only way they managed to get him to agree was to compare her father's diet to that of King Odin, for once, King Clemont's odd rivalry with Odin became of help.
Smiling at the memory of her father being told his diet was worse than Odin's and the up roar that had caused, Y/n opens the doors to the library. Looking around until she spotted the man she wished to see, she walks along the main aisle to the window which over looked their gardens. Spotting him lounging on a chair with a book in hand, she was surprised to find him actually reading.
"My King," She announced her presence with a smile and a bow, waiting until he gestured to the chair next to him with a small grin.
"Princess, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He hums, folding the corner of his page. A shiver ran through her at the sight as she sat and rested, her posture remaining straight.
"I was wondering," she starts, looking out of the windows to watch the hard work being done to decorate the gardens. "Who exactly will be coming to this festival? King Odin perhaps?" She glances at him and hears a scoff in return.
"Unfortunately." The kings mumbles, "The fool would probably start a war if he was not invited." Sighing softly, he tilts his head in thought, rubbing his beard. "Well, Lord Stark, of course."
Y/n nods, of course Lord Stark would be attending. A party wouldn't be the same without the Stark house causing some sort of mischief. No doubt his lovely wife and friend would be there to make sure he does not get too out of hand.
"Lord Fury will be there, presenting Lady Hill." Another nod. "Lord Shostakov, presenting Lady Romanoff and Lady Belova." Again, she nods, she had already been informed by the ladies themselves. Sighing, she drops her posture, fully resting on the chair. "Anything I don't already know father?" she teases.
A laugh leaves his mouth before he hums in thought. A grin breaks out and he glances at her, pulling out a letter from him pocket. Glancing at it, she saw the symbol of the Blank Panther and gasps. The kingdom of Wakanda had made it's return. It's had been away, mourning the death of his father. From what she understood, upon seeing a weakened kingdom, they had faced many threats from outsiders. Of course, King Clemont had offered his assistance but Wakanda and her people were adament that they could handle themselves. They needed to do it to prove that no matter what, they would stand strong. The last she had heard, her old friend was now reigning monarch.
"T'Challa?"
With a nod, the King hands her the letter, smiling happily. It had been his wish once that they would be wed, T'Challa and Y/n. But alas, T'Challa had his heart set on another. Yet, his loyalty and friendship with Y/n remained strong, with his letter promising the presentation of three new suitors. Y/n blinks, glancing at her father.
"He's presenting this year? I'm sure Princess Shuri said she wouldn't be coming." She muses, wondering how T'Challa managed to convince his sister into this.
"She's not, I believe. At least I hope not, I don't have enough chambers set up if that is the case," Clemont frowns, looking our the window and beginning to question whether or not he'd ordered for the right amount of rooms to be made up.
"Then who is he presenting?"
The King shrugs. "Suitors for you I'd imagine. You know how fond of you he is," He smiles softly before turning to a maid nearby, asking them to prepare a few extra rooms just in case. After she bows and takes her leave, the king relaxes back into the chair and looks at his daughter.
"And why would he bring suitors just for me when there are plenty of other fine young women in the kingdom?" She looks at him, eyebrow quirked. Chuckling, the older man shrugs and shakes his head, "He is your friend, princess. He wants you to be happy just as I do. Besides, I highly doubt Shuri would allow him to do something like this for her. Let him have his fun." He gazes out the window with a sigh, smiling softly. This would be the year she would find love, it had to be. Hopefully, with T'Challa bringing more suitors, Y/n would finally find the man she would spend the rest of her life with.
The pair sat in silence for a little while longer, watching as the last finishing touches were made in the garden. A knock at the door interrupts their peaceful silence. As the king calls for whoever it was to enter, the door opens quickly, banging the walls slightly. Only one person could make that kind of entrance. When Y/n looked over her shoulder, sure enough there was Lord Anthony Stark in all his glory. He bows ever so slightly, never the one to follow customs to their fullest extent before he walks towards the pair.
King Clemont II and Sir Howard Stark had been close friends. Brothers in battle and rivals in the ballroom, they were well known amongst the young ladies, having many maidens fawning over them that the men had once turned it into a competition. Safe to say that their future wives very quickly shut that down, way before they were ever married. The bond between the royal family and the house of Stark continued after Howard's death, with the title falling to Anthony and Clemont taking him under his wing, finishing the training which Howard had started.
They hadn't grown up together, but Y/n did see Anthony as an ally, distant but still trustworthy. She was sure that if she had been born male, then the two would have shared a relationship similar to their father's. They were close enough to be informal with each other, though it wasn't clear if this was because they respected each other enough to do so or that neither of them simply cared for the others titles. Admittedly, there were times where his actions annoyed her, but she was never in the position to say anything; they were always harmless anyway. At least, for now.
"Lord Stark! What a pleasant surprise!" The King exclaims, standing from his chair and holding out his hand for Y/n to take. Doing so, she stands and prepares to greet the man standing before them. "Lord Stark." She bows in greeting, lowing her head before standing upright, her posture straight and proper.
"Clemy, Y/n, you are aware your guests are here and yet the king and princess are no where to be seen?" The man muses, watching in amusement as the King gasps and readies himself to leave, his hand dropping Y/n's own. "Very improper," Tony scolds playfully, offering his arm to Y/n. With a roll of her eyes, the princess takes his arm and the pair wait for the king to move before they follow, keeping pace as the group walks out of library and down to the grand hall, where their guests were undoubtably waiting.
Entering the hall, it seemed just as lively as it was before, except this time, Y/n was sure that not a single bit of the floor was even visible. The bottoms of capes and skirts brushed the flooring, the intricate designs of the royal mark hidden amongst the mix of fabrics. Their mark branded the walls, small banners and flags fixed to the large columns towards the sides of the room. The light was warm, having been given by candles which hung all around, Y/n wondered how many people it had taken to light as many candles as their were. How many times would they have to be replaced before the night was through? She searches the crowd, trying to spot the familiar faces of her friends. Frowning, it takes a while before she sees a familiar head of red hair, next to blonde. Natasha and Yelena. Nodding to them in a quick greeting, she can tell that they two are looking for the final member of their quartet. Never before had Y/n seen so many people in one room before, in fact, the hall seemed far too small.
Nobody wanted to squeeze in together, why would they. Most of the people in the room were high status or royalty. Servants stuck to the edge of the room, trying to organise this mess before anything got out of hand. Men were getting restless, annoyed with being in such a small space as one another, all trying to impress the women that surrounded them. Finally, Y/n spotted Maria. She was in the middle of a group of men, displeasure clear on her face as she grimaced at their sorry attempts to impress her. Feeling for her friend, Y/n nods for one of the King's guard to aid her by making a pathway towards her caretaker, Lord Fury. With a look up to her friend, Maria nods thankfully before walking towards the taller, one eyed man, not subtle in giving him an earful for leaving her in that situation.
With a smile, Y/n shakes her head, standing at the bottom of the steps, just enough ahead that she wasn't apart of the crowd but that the King held the attention of the room. Tony leaves her there, ensuring that she is safe behind the barrier the King's Guard had made, before entering the crowd and standing beside his wife and a younger, brunette boy. He was skinny, clearly uncomfortable in the clothes he was wearing, as if he was not used to the material. He must be who Tony was presenting, she recognised him from her visits to the Stark house. Looking through the crowd, she can't help the frown on her face. She had found Maria, Natasha and Yelena. But T'Challa was no were to be seen. She could see Princes Loki and Thor, Lord Banner and Lord Barton, his family who he would undoubtably be presenting alongside their newest addition, Lady Kate Bishop whom he had taken under his wing the past year.
The king clears his throat, standing at the front of the room. Sighing, she looks towards her father, sad to not have been able to spot her old friend.
"Everyone! Your attention please!" As if by magic, the clatter and noise which once filled the hall stops as all attention turned to Y/n's father.
"Firstly, I would like to thank you all for your attendance! This is the first time something of this scale has been done, we have many kingdoms joining us here. It is my privilege to host this Courting Festival. Please, make yourselves comfortable." He smiles, looking at the crowd.
"Your chambers have been prepared and your luggage already taken to them, please be patient with my staff as they guide you through the castle halls. As you are all aware, there will be an itinerary, which has been drawn up and will be found in your chambers. Our first event is the Moonlight Ball tonight where each person will be presented and introduced, preparations have already been made. Please, freshen up and return to the Grand Hall within the hour, there is no time to waste! If you don't act quickly, you may find your one true love to be snatched up by someone as equally charming," The king jests, some laugh along with him, others are not too fond of the idea of competition. He continues anyway.
"I hope you all enjoy the festival and your stay at this castle. Even more so, I hope that you all find someone dear to you." With that, the crowd all bow to the King as he steps down, his hand reaching for Y/n as she smiles.
"Did you practice that father?" She muses, kissing his cheek softly as she hears her name being called. He chuckles, "Entirely made up my dear, now go. Your friends are calling, I have nurse maids waiting for you all in your room, their fathers have already been notified." With a final kiss on the cheek, Y/n turns and walks towards her friends.
Upon getting closer, it seems that none of them could contain their excitements as they ran to each other, grasping one another and holding themselves tight together.
"Thank god! I thought I may have to punch my way through the crowd earlier," Maria states, pulling away slightly, rolling her eyes at the men which eye the small group of women. Y/n laughs.
"Exactly why I cleared the path for you Maria, can't have these men walk around with bruised egos, there's plenty of time for that within the two weeks." The women all grin and nod, infamous for showing up their most annoying suitors.
"Please, let us get away from this room, the smell they are releasing is terrible," Yelena groans softly, her accent shining through. "It's like a fog, it feels as though I should swim my way out." The group begins their trek to Y/n's room. Arms linked and strides in sync with one another.
"So, a little bird told me Prince T'Challa is making his return. Will he be bringing his wife and child? Or will he bring an infuriated Shuri?" Natasha muses, grinning at Y/n as the latter rolls her eyes.
"King T'Challa is in fact coming with suitors, not brides." Y/n confirms, looking at the red head on her left.
"No Shuri? So we will have to rely on Stark to entertain us for the next two weeks, sounds exhausting." Maria, who stands on the right of Y/n groans. "Besides, where was T'Challa? I didn't see him in the hall." Shrugging, Y/n turns her attention to Yelena, who makes a noise of amusement on the other side of her sister.
"He'll probably make a dramatic entrance. You know him." The blonde shakes her head as they enter Y/n's room, their dresses and nurse maids ready to dress them and prepare them for the ball. The women separate, their conversations continuing as they prepare for the night.
"You say dramatic and all I think of is Stark, T'Challa would be more... elegant." Maria grimaces as her hair is retied into a tight bun and her corset readjusted. Y/n nods, agreeing. She holds the corset in place as is is tightened, taking steadying breathes to prepare herself.
"Ah, but Wakanda have just won a war. He'll make a show of their strength, through the suitors he brings." Natasha points out, sitting on the bed in order for her shoes to be put on. Yelena sits beside her, already dressed and prepared for the night ahead of them. She lets out a small gasp and scandalous grin, "Imagine the effect it would help if the suitor presented by King T'Challa would court and marry the Princess Y/n." She winks at her friend, Y/n laughs in return.
"We'll see. I promised my father to keep an open mind this time. I'm just waiting for someone... sane." She states, looking in the mirror. Her dress was much more detailed than her friends, on account of her status, which annoyed her. Sure the trouble was the same, but she wished that she wasn't so out of place from her dear friends. "Someone who isn't all, for King and Country, you know? Just someone loyal and kind." She sighs, these days it was getting harder to find anyone like that. It was a thin line, she knew, but she was sure that if she looked hard enough she would find it.
Turning to her friends, she sagged in relief at their supportive smiles, all of them dressed and ready to get this night over with. As they group together, their arms find themselves around one another's waist, forming a circle.
"You'll find it one day, you don't need to marry to be a great Queen." Maria states, bumping their heads together gently as Y/n nods. She knew that, she just didn't want to spend the life alone all the time. "Besides, if you don't find it, then we'll just come live with you." Natasha follows, grinning at her as Yelena gives off a confused look, "Was that not always the plan even if she does marry?"
The group laugh together, glancing at one another before they all follow Maria's lead in taking a deep breathe and releasing it. With a smile, Y/n breaks away first as they prepare to take their leave from her chambers.
The walk back to the Grand Hall is not silence, full of inside jokes and the sharing of memories of when the girls would torment the knights during their visits. It made the journey quicker, yet Y/n could begin the feel the nerves build in her stomach. Outside the grand hall, servants stood, forming a queue of men and women up for presentation, ready to be announced as they entered the hall.
"Well Ladies, good luck. If all goes well, at least one of us will be courting by the end of the night." Y/n states, bidding her friends goodbye as they are rushed off to their positions. She would go last, as was custom for the hosting country of balls and galas. She watches and listens as people are lead into the hall, the big doors opening and closing, the voice of the announcer echoing through both the hall and corridor just outside.
"Lady Maria Hill, presented by Lord Nicolas Fury." She smiles as Maria makes her way through the door, catching a glimpse of her curtseying to the room before the doors are closed. A couple more men and women make their way through the door.
"Master Peter Parker, presented by Lord and Lady Stark." Peter Parker, Y/n couldn't help the shock. Parker was their stable boy, how on earth had he convinced Tony to present him? Perhaps Anthony Stark truly did have a heart after all.
"Lady Natasha Romanoff and Lady Yelena Belova, presented by Lord Shostakov." Smiling again at the two remaining friends , Y/n makes her way to the back of the line. She nods politely at the few she knew as she passes, stepping forward each time the line shortens. In front of her were three gentlemen, who each bowed to her as she passed. She hadn't seen these men before, yet the looked familiar. They stood together, strong like a wall. Moved in sync like a team, if you didn't pay a lot of attention, you would assume they were the same person. Yet when Y/N looked closer, there was a clear hierarchy.
The one in the middle, the taller of the three stood straight. Short blonde hair having been recently cleaned, a blue cape covering his back. He stood slightly a head, she realised. He was the leader. He held himself as one, strong and silent, steady yet ready to spring into action.
The one on the left, he was slouched slightly. An hidden attitude present. He leans forward and mumbles something to the blonde, which they both chuckle at. He was relaxed, but still ready to take action. It was odd. He didn't have a cape like the leader, but rather, the collar of his armour was adorned with feathers. Falcon feathers, Y/n realises.
The third remained stoic. His hair long and recently washed, just like his leader. His left hand was gloved and rested on the sword at his side. He was on alert. His eyes were blue, she noted as he looked back, most likely feeling the stares she gave the group. She lowered her gaze, nodding her head apologetically as he did the same to her. His hand lowered from the sword and y/n released the breathe she didn't know she was holding. This man... he was breath taking.
As the queue lowered to just them and her, she felt the tension leave his shoulders. He relaxed for all of two seconds, before his stance became rigid again as the doors opened.
"Sir Steven Rogers, Sir Sam Wilson and Sir James Barnes. Presented by his royal highness, King T'Challa of Wakanda." The door opened, the three men stepped forward and bowed deeply. The two men following the lead of the blonde. As the doors closed, Y/n caught her breath.
She nodded to the guard to give her a second, her hand resting over her beating heart. She knew those names. The travelling knights. They went across the land, helping people just for the sake of helping. They had no loyalties to kingdoms, though she was sure they all originated in this one. They served no king nor queen solely. they only served the people who needed them and accepted no fees in doing so. They were truly, three of the most noble of knights. The one who caught her eyes, Sir James Barnes. She was sure of it, she had heard of his stoic nature, always on alert, always prepared for a fight. Wary of strangers and large groups.
She frowned, he must feel so uncomfortable. That is why he only relaxed when they were the last ones left. She would attempt to get him alone, so that he could feel more comfortable. she nodded to herself, it was the right thing to do. Perhaps, if she were lucky, he might let her join him.
Shaking her head, she straightens up as the door opens and her father slips through the crack. Worry clear of his face as he holds her arms gently, "My dear? What is wrong? Have you taken ill?" He frets.
She shakes her head and smiles shakily, "Father... I-" She stops herself. She shouldn't jump into it, she knows this. But still, she hadn't felt this feeling with any other man. And just by seeing him? They hadn't even spoken and she was acting like a little girl. shaking her head clear, her smile turns strong as she nods, "I'm fine. Just... nerves." She attempts to calm him, and he nods almost buying it. Almost.
"Nerves?" he asks and she nods, not understanding his implications, "Nerves?" He states again, giving her a pointed look, seeing right through her façade. He too had nerves when he met his wife, the look currently on his daughter's face reminded him of that day. Which could only mean.
"It's one of them!" He exclaims, clapping his hands and ignoring her efforts to shush him, "Which one? Sir Rogers?" she shakes her head and sighs, rubbing her temples. Clearly, her father could read her better than she thought.
"Sir Wilson?" He tries again, shocked to see her head shake.
"S-Sir Barnes... sweet heart..." he pauses, blinking. She frowns and steps away, "Father..." she looks to the ground, why would her father have this reaction. Shaking his head, the king steps forward, a smile of his face, "It's brilliant news my dear, just a shock is all. He isn't the most... sociable of the trio.." he admits, never one to lie to his daughter, "It may be hard to get his attention..." he frowns at the sullen expression on his daughters face. Lifting her chin gently, he traces the skin there with his thumb, "But if anyone is stubborn enough to do it, it'll be you."
Smiling softly, Y/n still couldn't escape the nerves in her stomach, her hand gripping one of his whilst the other rests on her stomach. She nods softly, "We'll speak more later dear, lets not keep your knight waiting." The king teases with a grin, laughing as she smacks his chest lightly. Turning, he nods to the guards and the doors open.
The entire room turns from their quiet whispers, the worried looks over her friends reaching her. She nods to herself, squeezing her fathers hand in embarrassment as all eyes are on her.
"Princess Y/n, presented by his royal highness, King Clemont the Second." The group bow before the royal family, the two doing the same before they make their way down the stairs. The room bursts to life once more, people re joining conversation, men approaching women, small groups forming. Y/n was glad that the attention did not stay on her for much longer, except she could feel stares. As she looks out over the banister, she spots blue eyes, never leaving her figure as she moves down the steps. Maria waits for her at the bottom, Yelena having been stuck behind a large group and Natasha speaking to who Y/n recognised as Sir Rogers. Finally, they land at the bottom of the stairs case and her fathers kisses her head before departing.
Y/n spots T'Challa heading her way, concern on his face. She spots those same blue eyes still looking at her, still never leaving her as she grips Maria's hand. Feeling her friends arms come around her she frowns, turning to her with a slight whine in her voice.
"Tonight is going to be a long night."
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