#gamora x son!reader

[horeformilfs]

Grieving

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

TW: Loss, Grieving Process, Eating Disorder Behaviors, Fainting, Exhaustion, SH

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You and Lizzie had been dating for a while when you got the news that changed your world. You had been working through a script when you got a call from an unknown number, showing Lizzie she shrugged not knowing whose phone number it was. Picking up the phone and putting it on speaker phone.

"Hello, is this Y/N Y/L/N?"

"Yes this is, can I ask who's calling?"

"My name is Ryan Jackson and I am calling from the New York City Police Department. "I'm calling in regards to your brother Michael."

"Is he alright?"

"I'm sorry to inform you, he passed away about an hour ago."

Your heart shattered and time stopped after you heard those words. He died, your older brother, your protector, your best friend, died. Your body becomes numb as you drop to the floor, letting out an agonizing scream.

Lizzie who was watching the conversation rushed towards you, holding you in her arms as you cried. Your heart is beating rapidly and breathing unsteady. Sobs wracked through your body as Lizzie held you, eyes watering as she saw you break down. "Shh darling, it's all going to be okay," she said, trying to calm you down. "

N-No you don't understand, he was everything to me, he protected me when I was younger, we did so many things together, and now he's dead," you say, voice unsteady from your tears. "I know love, but you're going to get through this, you are so strong, and now you need to be strong for him as well".

You continued to sit in Lizzie's lap while she rubbed your back, whispering assurances in your ear. You felt numb, like the world around you wasn't real. You couldn't process what was going on, there was nothing that you could do to help yourself.

You learned that the funeral was going to be in a week, knowing that your father was going to have a hard time planning this funeral. It had only been six months since your mother died, and he hadn't even had time to grieve over her death, before your brother, his son, was taken from him too.

He confided in you later that day after you heard the news. You had never really been close with your parents. As soon as you turned 17 you moved out, finished high school a year early, and applied to NYU.

You got in and packed up your things, with the help of your brother, who was the only person from your family that you talked to. It was you two against the world. You studied acting and ended up getting the role of Gamora, and met Lizzie on set during the filming of Avengers Infinity War.

Your father had called you to talk about the funeral arrangements, he wanted you to be responsible for planning the funeral for your brother. You couldn't say no to him, but Lizzie was not thrilled that your father put this huge weight on your shoulders. She knew you, she knew that you would become hyper-focused on the funeral and not let yourself process the trauma you just went through.

"Darling, are you sure that you want to take this on? I know that you want to be there for your father, but I also want you to be able to grieve," she said as you worked on your computer, reserving the burial location. "Yeah Liz I'm fine, I promise," you said, assuring her that you were okay.

She looked at you skeptically knowing when you were lying but choosing to push it. You continued to work on the funeral reservations, making sure you had a place for the service, a coffin picked out, and wrote the speech that you would deliver. During the week, you had become so consumed with the planning you probably slept a total of five hours combined, and skipped almost all of your meals, all while trying to reassure Lizzie that you were okay.

She didn't believe you, each night you would go to bed together but once she thought you were asleep she would get up and go to work on the funeral plans. She could see you slowly falling apart in front of her, and she felt helpless. The bags under your eyes became darker, your skin pale, and your ribs protruded.

The day of the funeral approached and you and Lizzie were in your room getting dressed. You were wearing a knee-length black dress, black stockings, black heels, and a beige trench coat over it.

Lizzie was wearing a black dress with a cardigan over it, black stockings, black leather boots, and a black coat as well. You both made your way to the car, Lizzie insisted on driving, and you accepted. The ride to the funeral home was quiet, Lizzie's hand intertwined with yours.

Once at the funeral home you go into the room where the service will be held, giving yourself time to have one last look at your brother. You found out how he died, driving drunk and hitting a street lamp.

Lizzie let you have time with your brother, she knew how much you loved him and how close you were with him. She was sad that she never got to meet him. You guys were planning on meeting him for dinner in a few weeks.

"I know he's so proud of you darling," she says, joining you in the service room. Tears start to well up in your eyes, but you didn't want them to fall. You tried your best to conceal the fact that you were close to crying, but your girlfriend knew you better than that. "Love if you need to cry, that's okay, you are going through a traumatic and upsetting experience, it's healthy to feel these emotions," she said rubbing your back.

"I'm fine, we should go out to the main lobby. There are probably people here already," you say trying your best to give Lizzie a convincing smile.

The funeral comes and goes, and your father never actually showed up, which made you want to cry. You had done everything he asked, you had done something that you had never thought you would have to do.

Lizzie was extremely furious with your father, putting you through hell when she knew that going through the grieving would be hard even without planning the funeral, but because he had you plan it, it took away from the time you could have to start the grieving process.

You and Lizzie make it to the burial site, just the two of you and the casket carrying your brother's body. You had some time to say your final goodbyes. As they started lowering your brother's casket into the ground, all of the feelings that you buried deep inside you rose to the surface, causing you to collapse into Lizzie's arms.

When you came to you were in your shared bed, Lizzie holding you in her arms, gently stroking your hair. "What happened," you ask quietly. "You collapsed from exhaustion, you pushed yourself too hard.I know that it was important for you to do this, but you weren't taking care of yourself, and it finally caught up with you," Lizzie responds, worry in her voice.

"Darling, you can't just push these feelings down, grieving is a normal response to a loss, no matter how close they are to you. You lost your brother, someone who you relied on, and now he's gone. And you need to be able to grieve," she says as she pulls you to her chest. "I know, I'm just scared," you respond. "I know love, but it will be good for you, and I'll be here the whole time".

Denial

The following weeks were hard for you to say the least. You tried your best to be present in your daily life, but Lizzie could tell that you were having an incredibly hard time.

You had become numb, you didn't want to believe that he was gone, it was like he was here one day and then gone the next. You tried your best to be present in your relationship but didn't feel like you were being a good girlfriend to Lizzie.

Thoughts spiraled as the days went on, "He's not gone, he's going to call, right?" you ask Lizzie as you sit on the couch. She could tell that you knew that it wasn't true but you didn't want to believe that he was gone. He was everything to you.

Anger

The anger came next, you were mad, mad at the world, mad at the fact that he was dead. "If he hadn't been drinking, this wouldn't have happened," you say as you pace around your room, looking at a photo of you and your brother. Lizzie was downstairs working on her computer.

Your anger was building up, and it scared you. Your breathing grew faster as your pacing sped up, you didn't know what to do, you felt like you were spinning out of control. The built-up anger finally became too much, throwing the photo against the wall, shattering the glass frame, you fell to the floor letting out a blood-curdling scream.

When Lizzie heard the scream, she ran upstairs and straight to your shared room. Seeing you on the floor shattered her heart, she never wanted this for you. She ran straight to you and wrapped you in a tight hug, once you felt arms around you. Startled, you started thrashing around, fighting the person behind you.

"Shh darling, it's just me," Lizzie says, trying to calm you down. "No, let me go," you say, trying to release her grip. "Love, I need you to calm down, I know you're angry, and I know that it hurts, but I need you to calm down". Your breathing starts to even out as you start to cry. "Why did this have to happen to me?" you ask, tears falling down your face. "I don't know love, the world works in mysterious ways sometimes," Lizzie says as she picks you up, bringing you to the bed. "Promise me you won't leave me," you say, clinging to her as she places your head on her chest. "I promise my love".

Bargaining

Three months had passed since your brother's death, you had felt angry about him leaving, but knew that it wasn't his fault. Lizzie was working with you to try to help you work through your anger due to his death. You felt like your emotions were too intense and you needed to be able to feel like you were in control again.

"What if I had gone with him, this wouldn't have happened if I had just gone with him," you say to yourself. You hadn't seen Lizzie in the doorway but she had heard you. "Y/N you can keep blaming yourself, it wasn't anything you could have done," she says as she finishes making lunch for the two of you.

Depression

The next three weeks felt slow, you spent most of your time in your room, not eating, talking, or taking care of yourself. Lizzie started going back to work, filming a new TV show since filming for Avengers was on hold. She would usually get home around 9 p.m. and you would be asleep already. You started up old habits, not knowing how to cope. You always wore baggy clothes and long sleeves.

The restricting came first, you would wait till Lizzie left for work to "eat" and if she insisted on having breakfast with you, you would skip the rest of the means for the day. You started cutting again after being clean for five years, you knew that if your brother knew he would have been upset with you, but he wasn't here with you anymore. You knew that Lizzie would find out at some point, but now you were keeping as best a secret as you could.

Lizzie knew that something was up once you started dropping weight quickly, she wasn't sure how to address it with you, knowing that you have been having a rough time with the loss of your brother but knew that this was dangerous and couldn't afford to lose you.

You were so special to her, you were everything to her and she wanted to protect you at all costs, even if you were upset with her about it. She found out that you were harming yourself when she found a bloody razor blade sitting on the ledge in the bathroom. She could tell something was wrong when you started wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants every day.

She knew that she would have the conversation today, deciding to leave the set early, to get home to you as soon as possible. When she got home she entered the house dropping her stuff on the kitchen counter before walking up the stairs to your bedroom.

"Y/N darling, where are you?" she asks looking in your bedroom, seeing that you were not there, she moved to the ensuite bathroom. Knocking on the door waiting on a response, getting none. Seeing that the light was on, she got a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Y/N darling are you okay, the light is on, I know that you're in there," she said. With no response, she tried the door to no avail because it was locked. "Darling, I need you to open the door, or I'll kick it down," she said. With still no response she backed up and kicked the door in, finding you on the floor of the bathroom barely conscious. "Y/N can you hear me?" she asked, panic rising in her voice. "Lizzie, I'm sorry". "It's alright darling, I just need to know what happened," she said trying to comfort you. "No, you'll be mad". Lizzie knew that you were scared that she would be mad at what you did, but that was the last thing that was on her mind, she was only concerned with helping you.

"Darling, I'm not mad at you at all, but I need to know what happened so I can help you. "I cut my leg and I tried to stand, but it hurt so much, I passed out," you said. "Okay, I need to see your leg okay," she says, helping you sit up on the bathroom floor. "It's not just my leg," you say looking down at the floor, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"Alright, we will take care of everything, let's just take this one step at a time. You nod in agreement, taking off your sweatpants and sweatshirt as Lizzie starts a bath for you. She helped you up from the floor, not paying excessive attention to the cuts on your arms and legs, only focusing on making sure you are comfortable and safe.

You didn't look up from the bubbles in the bathtub scared to meet Lizzie's gaze. She said nothing, getting ready to leave the bathroom to get you new clothes when you stopped her, "pleases stay, I don't want to be alone right now, it's scary," continuing to look at anything but her. "Okay love, can you tell me what's scary?" she asks to take a seat on the floor next to the bathtub.

"The thoughts, I can't seem to make them go away, I just want them to go away," you say as you lay your head on Lizzie's shoulder, quietly starting to cry. "I know darling, it's so hard, but you are so brave, I know that telling you this may not help you but that's what I'm here to do. I will be here for you, whenever you need me, because I love you," she says, kissing the top of your head. "Now let's get you washed up, we can cuddle and talk after." You nod your head as you stare blankly at the wall.

Lizzie was gentle with your arms and legs, considering they were covered in new and old cuts. Some are scared over, some only a couple days old. After finishing up with the bath she grabbed fresh clothes for you from your closet and helped you into them, making sure to be extra careful.

You sat on the bathroom counter as she took the first aid kit from the cabinet under the sink, taking out gauze medical tape and antibiotic ointment.

Working quickly and carefully she disinfected the cuts for a final time before applying the ointment and wrapping your arms, doing the same steps with your legs. Once finished she put everything back, and washed her hands before picking you up and carrying you back to your room. Whimpering in pain as your legs wrapped around her torso, your face in the crook of her neck.

She sat you down on the bed making sure to grab your favorite blanket before getting into comfy clothes herself, grabbing an extra sweatshirt for you, before climbing into bed.

Acceptance

Lizzie helped work with you for the next few weeks, helping you find a therapist to help you process your grief and help you through any bumps in the road. You had some ups and downs but were overall doing well, you worked with a therapist to help you process your grief, you also had Lizzie by your side the whole time, being supportive as ever.

You were getting to the place in the grieving process that you were starting to accept reality for how it was. You knew that your brother was gone, and while you would still have some days that were harder than others, you knew that he was watching over you.

"Darling, I'm so proud of you, you have been so brave through this whole journey, I know that it was hard, and you felt like you would never be the same, but you are doing so well, and I couldn't be more proud of you," Lizzie says as you lay between her legs watching a movie. You just blush and look down at your hands, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. Shifting so that you were face to face with her, lifting your chin, so that you were looking at her.

"I know that you have a hard time taking compliments, but believe me when I tell you, I am beyond proud of you. You have gone through so much, faced so many challenges, but you're here and working through your grief in a healthier way. I hope that you can learn to love yourself the way that I love you, unconditionally and forever. You are my everything, and I hope I can be yours." She says the last part a whisper, but you still heard her. You smiled as you saw small tears form in your girlfriend's eyes. "You're already my everything." You say pulling her in for a kiss. 

[plvt0-booked]

A Great Sacrifice. (Scaramouche x reader)

Inspired by Avengers Infinity War: Scene. Thanos sacrifices Gamora.

Summary: Scaramouche will finally get the heart he wanted, but was it really worth it?

Note: Reader is Scara's ex and closest friend who still loves him (unrequited-or is it-) and sacrifices herself to make him happy because that's how she wants him. Happy.

2nd Person Pronouns used.

TW: unrequited love, angst, death (yours), Scara regrets things, add more, swearing, hanahaki disease

You

Rose. Bright red ones symoblizes romance.

"That looks like you." You point at a cloud that looks like a cat.

"It looks nothing like me, idiot." Scara grumbles. Translation. 'Why?'

"You're like a little grumpy cat." 'You're adorable.'

"That's you." He points at a flower looking one.

"Oh?" 'Why?'

"You're weak." 'You are to be protected and cared for. You're precious to me.'

"Charming." Eyeroll.

"Here." A red rose. 'I love you.'

"I'll make it a bookmark." 'I love you too'

Tulips. Represents unrequited love. Has a deep connection to abandoned or forgotten loves.

He was becoming more and more distant for the last few weeks.

Yes, we're both Harbingers, we're always busy. But we always made it work.

Should I have known then? It was the start of the coughs.

Perhaps I already did, why didn't I stop him?

...because nothing could ever stop him once he sets his mind to it, wasn't that what you loved about him?

"Let's break up." Translation. I'm sorry. I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

You were not surprised when he said this.

You only sigh and say 'ok.' I understand.

"But." He added, before you could walk away.

...

You turn around with a raised brow.

"Let's stay friends." I can't love you anymore, but I still need you. I'm not ready to lose you yet. Please, don't go.

You know it's a bad idea.

"Ok."

A day.

Cough. Yellow petals.

A week. Cough cough. More yellow petals.

A month. They're recognizable. Yellow tulips.

Oh. Its hanahaki.

...

It's ok. If its to die loving him, then its ok.

Hyssop. “With great love comes great sacrifice.”

He calls your name.

"I found it." He says with a grin. "A heart for me."

There was a glint in his eyes.

He's happy.

"Then what are we standing around for?" 'Let's go get it.'

You both trekked up the hill that led to a cliff. The place was cloudy, no sources of life, and it was quiet. But in a way, it was beautiful. A resting place.

A dark hooded fugure appeared when you reach the peak.

"Welcome, son of Ei, the Electro Archon. And (it welcomed you). I suppose you are here for the 'heart'."

"Yes, what do you want from me?" It was Scara who replied.

"A heart comes with great love, and with great love comes great sacrifice."

"What?" He did not understand.

But you did. "Let's negotiate."

"Excellent." The hooded figure outstretched his hand.

You step forward, but when Scara went to follow, the hooded figure blocked his path.

"Only them."

Scara looks at you for a sign. 'What did he mean?'

"He'll be back for you." You smile at him. The last image of me should be a smile. "Just wait for a little while, I can convince him."

For once, he doesn't argue. He nods at you. 'I trust you. Come back with it.'

You look up to the hooded figure. "Shall we?"

You both continued up the path and disappear from Scara's sight.

“Will it be enough?”

“More than enough.”

Scaramouche.

Something was off.

What did that hooded figure mean?

What did you understand that he didn't?

Why did he take you?

What great sacrifice did he want?

Where are you?

Finally, the hooded figure returns.

No sign of you.

But something floats above the hand of the hooded figure.

A heart.

His heart.

But...

Where are you?

"Where are they?" Scara hesitates before taking the heart from the figures palm.

"You haven't figured it out yet? Great love comes with great sacrifice."

Great love comes with great sacrifice.

Great love comes with great sacrifice.

Sacrifice.

Sacrifice.

...

...

...

...no

...no

No

No.

No.

No

Not you, please.

Please, not you.

Anything but you.

Please!

Please!

Scaramouche didn't even realize that he ran up the path.

He didn't know how far he ran.

He didn't know.

He just knew.

That he can't be too late. This is the one time he can't be too late.

He reaches the edge of the cliff.

But where were you?

He screams your name. "Please answer me!"

Come back.

He screams your name again. Don't go.

"Where are you!?!" Please, just please

"Sacrifice"

He runs to the edge of the cliff.

Look down.

He doesn't want to.

Look down.

But he needs to see it for himself.

He looked down.

And there you were.

You looked so peaceful. You looked asleep. But the blood and the flowers proved otherwise.

No, it's not real.

That's not real.

This is a dream.

This is a dream.

Why can't i wake up?

I need to wake up. I need your smile, your warmth, you, i need you.

This doesn't mean anything without you.

"Bring her back," he tries to shove the heart back to the hooded figure. "This doesn't mean anything without her. Take it back."

"The dead stays dead, nothing can undo that."

His agony was heard by miles.

Orchids. "I will always love you."

He did it.

He is now a god.

He has a heart.

But why does he feel more empty than ever?

"Did you do it?" It was you. No, a vision of you. Healthy, happy, beautiful.

Tears threatened to spill. "Yes."

"What was it worth?"

"Everything."

End.

[dukesimagines]

request by @mockingjaygirl1221

After spending several weeks agonizing over being separated by your lover, you were finally reunited with her: Gamora. You were currently curled up in her arms, laying down on her bed. One of her hands was carding through your hair while the other held you close. You felt safe and sound when you were with her.

...That is, until you realized where your hands were. A devious smile spread across your face, thankful that she couldn’t see you.

You slowly raised your hands from their positions on her sides upwards. Gamora stilled under you.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” you lied. She leaned her head to try to catch your eye, but it was too late. You were already tickling her. Gamora started shaking with laughter, trying to push your hands away as you kept assaulting her torso. She was surprisingly ticklish, and you knew that, and she knew that you knew that, and yet she couldn’t stop you.

“Stop, stop, no!!” she yelled. You relented, giving her some breathing space. But suddenly, she pounced on you, and began tickling you back in earnest.

“Noo!!!” you tried.

“Revenge!!” she cried.

[the-broken-truth]

Hi can I request yandere batfamly and superfamily x daughter reader

Like the reader disappeared for years and comes back as a bad ass with powers cuz she was kidnapped by some aline and he raised her kinda like Star lord.

Broken Truth: Star-Lord? From Guardians of the Galaxy, right? I watched that movie a long time ago, it was good. Now, let the words weave together.

Bat-Family

It was supposed to be a simple mission - investigate the mysterious lights at the factory and deal with any villains that were causing it but what Batman and his Family didn't prepare for was visitors from another world coming for the daughter of the bat family - [Name]. Bruce and his sons fought for their daughter/sister as hard as they could but it was for not when the Aliens knocked them away and took the girl before disappearing; Bruce, Dick, and Damian were heartbroken and looked for her for years but they were gone and there was nothing they could do to find her.

It would be 10 years later when [Name] appeared on Earth again, defeating the villains of the League of Doom with strange powers and guns that Bruce never saw before under the name 'The Star-Lady'. She wasn't alone either - she was friends with a talking raccoon that stood on two legs named Rocket Raccoon, a green warrior with red markings on his body called Drax the Destroyer, a green-skinned assassin female named Gamora, this man looked like he was made of gold named Adam Warlock and a giant walking tree man named Groot.

Once the league of doom was dealt with, [Name] turned and looked at the bat family with a smile as she sheathed her guns and introduced her team as the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"Guardians of the Galaxy? What nonsense." Bruce said as he glared at the people his daughter was surrounded by.

"It's not nonsense, Father. I am the Leader of the Guardians and they actually respect me, instead of just keeping me locked in my room or only going on missions with a stupid patrol." [Name] hissed at Bruce when Gamora placed a hand on her leader's shoulder.

"Don't get upset, [Name]. We don't have to stay here. We have other missions to deal with. Gamora said, calming down the Leader but what Bruce said next made all of their blood boils.

"You all can leave, but [Name] is staying here, where she belongs." Bruce said.

"I'M NOT STAYING HERE, BRUCE! I'M THE STAR-LADY AND I'M NOT GOING BACK TO YOUR SIMPLE-MINDED WAYS!" She yelled as she pointed the guns at Bruce when he pulled out his Batarangs, Robin bulled out his swords and Nightwing pulled out his staff when the Guardians armed themselves. This was going to be a hell of a fight

Super-Family

Clark watched the ship slowly descend from the skies of Metropolis as the hatch opened and 6 Figures jumped out with their weapons drawn: A Assassin with a sword, a raccoon with a rocket, a large green man with dual swords, a plant man with a gun, a man made of gold with a pair of guns, and...

"[Name]?!" Clark said as he watched his missing daughter pull out strange guns with a smirk on her face.

"Guardians! Attack!" She barked out with a smirk as she pointed her Guns at Darkseid but opened fire at him and the para=demons

"At once, Star-Lady!!!" The Green Man with the swords roared as he charged into the sea of para-demons, slaying them with single swings of his arm.

It was 30 minutes when Star-Lady and Drax knocked Darkseid back into the boom tube with his busted body before it closed and Star-Ladu looked at Superman and Superboy.

"[Name]!" Superman said as he walked over to her and hugged her with a smile, "I never thought I would see you again after those aliens took you away when you were a child, but now you are home!" He said.

"I"m not staying here." She pushed Clark off her body and busted herself off.

"What do you mean you're not staying? Father has been looking for you all this time." Jon Kent said as he walked forward to his sister who pointed her gun at him, telling him not to get too close.

"I have my own duties as the Star-Lady and I'm not going back on them because you or Clark want me to come back to Earth." She hissed.

"You're coming home, now." Clark balled his fists up as [Name] get s into battle stance with her girls and the others got ready to fight.

"Just try and make me."

[bongbottom]

whatchu want puffy?

Maybe quill finding y/n in yondus bed one mornin after a Lil frisky time?👀

-🦡

☆ pronouns: she/her

☆ word count: 365

☆ pairing: yondu udonta x reader

☆ warning(s): mentions of past sexual acts

pls that's so funny to think about LMAO (technically a continuation of this)

Peter yawned, scratching the back of his head. After staying the night on Yondu's ship, the team thought it'd be a great idea to have breakfast on whatever planet they were closest to and lucky for them, the closest one was the best when it came to breakfast options!

It was an insanely innocent and mundane act, especially for the likes of all of them but despite popular belief, when things were calm they did like to wind down and do normal things. Well, as normal as you could when your main area of residence was a stolen ship in space.

Gamora had sent him to wake Yondu, opting to wake up (Y/n) which he was thankful for. She never had been a morning person. That was evident by the hole in her door from when she tried to shoot him with her gun.

"Uhh, dad?" he asked, walking into the room. The man lifted his head at the sound of the man, flashing him a large toothy smile.

"Well if it ain't my boy! What's happening?"

"Me and my crew were thinking of heading out to get some grub. You-" his words were cut off as he was startled from the clear movement coming from the other side of the bed. He watched as a mess of (h/c) hair popped up, eyes still closed. The woman yawned, rubbing her eyes before scooting next to the blue man who wrapped an arm around her. She smiled nuzzling his side before opening her eyes. Her lips opened to say something before noticing a figure in the door.

"Oh. Good morning, Peter." she smiled at him, deviancy hidden behind her sleep filled eyes. Leaning up she pressed a kiss to Yondu's jaw before turning her attention back to the man. "Or should I say son?"

He let out a groan, stumping his foot on the ground. "You are absolutely ridiculous!" he seethed, finger pointing to her accursedly. She held her hands up in defense.

"I mean if you wanna talk about ridiculous you should hear about your dad's-"

"Shut up or I swear to god we will leave you stranded on the nearest deserted planet!"

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

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This is a list of fandoms and characters that I write for, I might add more later or take away some, but for the moment I write for all of these

I will always write for Marvel, Lord of The Rings, The Walking Dead, Superntaural and Star Wars

Requests are always open If you want to request you can either private message me or just write in my inbox

I write: teen!reader, gn!reader, platonic!reader, sister!reader, adopted!reader, brother!reader, son!reader, daughter!reader,

I also write for lgbtq+ so you can request with anything from that

I can also write romantic but I usually prefer platonic

I can write nearly everything except I do not write smut so if that’s what you want it’s better if you go somewhere else

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— all characters from marvel but below is the ones I prefer

— avengers [ steve rogers, tony stark, clint barton, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, thor ]

— falcon and the winter soldier [ sam wilson, bucky barnes, baron zemo ]

— moon knight [ marc spector, steven grant, jake lockley, layla el-faouly, konshu ]

— kate bishop

— yelena belova

— loki

— guardians of the galaxy [ peter quill, gamora, rocket raccoon, nebula, yondu ]

— daredevil [ matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page ]

— punisher [ frank castle, billy russo ]

— venom [ eddie brock, venom ]

— miguel o’hara (spider-man 2099)

— jack russell/werewolf by night

— x-men [ logan howlett, erik lensherr, charles xaviar, deadpool, scott summers, alex summers, mystique, beast ]

— marvel cast [ all cast members from mcu ]

*✧.｡.:*･# SUPERNATURAL ﾐ

— castiel

— dean winchester

— sam winchester

— crowley

— lucifer

— jack kline

— gabriel

— the supernatural cast [ all cast members ]

*✧.｡.:*･# STAR WARS ﾐ

— prequel [ obi-wan kenobi, ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, cody, rex, fives, fox, wolfee, waxer, boil, (pretty much all clones tbh), kit fisto, darth maul ]

— bad batch [ hunter, tech, crosshair, wrecker, omega, echo ]

— star wars rebels [ kanan, hera, sabine wren, ezra bridger, zebb ]

— reva sevander

— cassian andor

— mandalorian [ din djarin, grogu, bo katan ]

— the book of boba fett [ boba fett, fennec shand]

— sequel [ poe dameron, finn, bb-8 ]

— Pedro Pascal

— Oscar Isaac

*✧.｡.:*･# TOLKIEN ﾐ

— lord of the rings [ aragorn, legolas, faramir, meriadoc brandybuck, peregrin took, samwise gamgee, frodo baggins, boromir, gimli, elrond, gandalf ]

— hobbit [ bilbo baggins, thorin, kili, fili, (pretty much all dwarves tbh), bard, tauriel ]

*✧.｡.:*･# THE WALKING DEAD ﾐ

— rick grimes

— daryl dixon

— glenn rhee

— maggie rhee

— aaron

— gabriel stokes

— jesus

— mishonne

— carol peletier

— carl grimes

— judith grimes

— negan

*✧.｡.:*･# THE ROOKIE ﾐ (will come more soon)

— tim bradford

— lucy chen

— angela lopez

— wesley evers

— tamara collins

*✧.｡.:*･# CRIMINAL MINDS ﾐ

— aaron hotchner

— spencer reid

— derek morgan

— penelope garcia

— david rossi

— jennifer Jareau

— luke alvez

— emily prentiss

*✧.｡.:*･# HANNIBAL NBC ﾐ

— will graham <3

— hannibal lecter

*✧.｡.:*･# HARRY POTTER ﾐ

— golden trio era [ remus lupin, sirius black, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, neville longbottom, draco malfoy ]

— fantastic beasts [ newt scamander, young albus dumbledore, gellert grindelwald, theseus scamander ]

*✧.｡.:*･# OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)

— izzy hands <3

— jim jimenez

— edward

— frenchie

— stede

*✧.｡.:*･# SHERLOCK ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)

— greg lestrade

— sherlock holmes

— john watson

*✧.｡.:*･# THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ﾐ

— diego hargreeves

— klaus hargreeves

— ben hargreeves

— viktor hargreeves

*✧.｡.:*･# HEARTSTOPPER ﾐ

— nick nelson

— charlie spring

— isaac henderson

— imogen heaney

— tao xu

— elle argent

— darcy olsson

— tara jones

*✧.｡.:*･# ARROWVERSE ﾐ

— arrow [ oliver queen, thea queen, roy harper, felicity smoak, john diggle, slade wilson ]

— flash [ barry allen, harry wells, harrison wells, HR, cisco ramon, caitlin snow, wally west, eddie thawne ]

— legends of tomorrow [ john constantine, sara lance, rip hunter, leonard snart, ]

*✧.｡.:*･# DOWNTON ABBEY ﾐ

— thomas barrow

— tom branson

— matthew crawley

— sybil crawley

-*✧.｡.:*･# DRAGON AGE ﾐ

— dragon age origin [ morrigan, alistair ]

— dragon age II [ hawke ]

— dragon age inquisition [ dorian pavus, cole, iron bull, sera, varric tethras, blackwall, cullen rutherford, leliana, josephine montilyet, solas ]

— dragon age veilguard [ lucanis dellamorte, bellara lutare, taash, davrin, lace harding, emmrich volkarin, neve gallus, viago de riva, teia cantori ]

*✧.｡.:*･# FATE: THE WINX SAGA ﾐ

— saul silva

— beatrix

— stella

— musa

— riven

— sky

— andreas

*✧.｡.:*･# PEAKY BLINDERS ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)

— alfie solomons

— thomas shelby

— ada thorne

— arthur shelby

— john shelby

— polly gray

— michael gray

*✧.｡.:*･# THE LAST OF US ﾐ (not taking requests for at the moment)

— Joel Miller

— Ellie Williams

*✧.｡.:*･# THE RESIDENT ﾐ (will be adding more)

— conrad hawkins

*✧.｡.:*･# WALKER ﾐ

— liam walker

— cordell walker

— stella walker

— august walker

— trey barnett

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[raineydays411]

Fly me to the moon

Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you and the Guardians are left with no other choice but to land on Earth. The only problem is that you haven’t been there in about three years and you kind of left on bad terms.

Fear gripped your heart as you held on to the arm rests of your seat. You never will get used to being jerked around as Peter navigated through asteroids.

While trying to escape from whatever being, gang, or government the team has angered that day.

This time, you’re running because the king of some planet wanted you to marry his son. Then Rocket threatened to castrate him, all 

What can you say? You wanted adventure.

*BANG* 

“THEY SHOT OFF THE DAMN BOOSTER”

Oh shit.

Lights keep flashing as the ship started shaking. Peter and Rocket were arguing as Drax was laughing. You and Groot look at each other in concern and Gamora just looks like she wants to kill everyone. 

“um guys...”

“WE NEED TO LAND SOMEWHERE!”

“OH WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT! LET ME LAND ON THE MILLIONS OF PLANETS, OH WAIT THERE AREN’T ANY!!”

“I DON’T APPRECIATE YOUR TONE”

“Peter..Rocket...”

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little concerned with the FLEET OF SHIPS CHASING US RIGHT NOW”

“PETER!”

“WHAT Y/N??!”

“They’re surrounding us..”

Peter and Rockett’s eyes widen as they actually pay attention, seeing that you pursuers are indeed forming a large circle. 

“Shit.”

Rocket turns to Peter, “Make a jump.”

“What?! Are you crazy?!” “YES but we don’t have any other better ideas!!” 

“Just do it!” Gamora yells, fed up with the arguing.

 And after a beat of hesitation, Peter faced forward and shouted a quick,“HOLD ON TIGHT”

Then made the jump. 

After a flash of light, you feel the ship enter the atmosphere of a planet. It shakes as Peter tries to gain control but is failing.

“Someone need’s to go out there and fix the booster!�� Peter yells looking at Rocket.

“Don’t look at me. I went last time.”

“As did I.”

“Me too.”

“I am groot.”

You sigh, knowing that it was your turn, “ Alright I’ll go.”

You unbuckle your seat belt and grumble to Peter,” You know, you’re not a responsible guardian.” 

He scoffs and says, “I’m teaching you life skills kid. Now go with Rocket.”

You and Rocket roll your eyes as you head towards the back of the ship. He helps you get tied up as the ship shakes around you. He reminds you how to fix the broken part and then mutters a gruff, “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

To which you smirk and reply with a, “Sure old man, why you worried?”

He rolls his eye and immediately take back what he said, opening the hatch allowing you to step out and crawl out on the side of the ship. Simple, you’ve done this before.

But this time it was different. It seemed that Peter was having trouble steering. You’re jostled around and you scowl. You speak into the little ear com

“Ay Quill, you mind flying better?!”

“SOrry kid. There's some flying dude in spandex trying to hit us!!”

What? There's no way.

“What? Is he in blue and has a red “s” on his chest?” 

There’s no way. Your luck is not this shitty.

“Um..yeah how did you know that?”

Crap. 

“Uh I-AH” You’re cut off, a red laser shooting the rope that had you harnessed to the ship, and helped you keep balance. Thus making you cling onto the side of the ship with your best abliltiy.

“PETER THE HARNESS!”

“HOLD ON KID!”

The ship swerves more, trying to avoid the flying man.

“Where are these guys coming from?!”

That’s the last thing you hear when you’re knocked off the ship, you look up to see a bat shaped object where you were holding on. Everything goes in slow motion as you fall. The last thing you hear is Peter yelling in your ear as you hit the ground and everything goes black.

“Y/N!!!”

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You groan as you shift on the ground. A sharp pain running up your leg as you sit up. You see a few cuts and you know at least your ankle is sprained.

Your vision clears as you look at your surroundings. You see forrest. That’s all, just forrest. You hear the calls of birds and chattering of woodland creatures.but then you hear footsteps. The crunching of twigs as someone creeps your way. 

You leap to your feet, crying out as the weight on your ankle sends more pain shooting up your side. But you don’t let that deter you. You keep the small mask Rocket made for you on, hiding your identity. That’s when you see him

“You’re not from here are you?” 

You stay silent, observing his moves. Not wanting to get ambushed.

“Do you know what I’m even saying?”

There's a beat of silence then you lowly say “ My..My family?”

“Oh they’re fine. It seems that the ship you were on crashed but everyone's okay! Don’t worry. They’re worried about you though. So, um, you wanna come with me.”

Relieved you relax your stance. A familiar feeling coming over you as you cock your hip, “ I don’t know, Rocket always said not to speak to strangers.”

He blushes, not expecting your shift in tone, “ Well, I’m Robin.”

You smirk, “ I know.” 

He looks confused, but that morphs into shock as you click a button, allowing the mask to retract and reveal your face. 

“Hey Grayson.”

“Y/n?!”

[ohmygoodnessgraciouss]

The Final Battle (Loki x Reader)

Notes: I wrote this in class today.  I don’t know what this is, I just wanted to write it before I forgot it. 

Summary: Loki lost Y/N during the snap back in 2018.  Now, everyone’s back to fight in 2023 except for her.  Where was she? 

Warning: Kinda angsty?  Kinda fluffy though?  Happy ending where the reader reunites with Loki so- 

The battle raged on as Thanos continued on his quest for the stones.  Loki stood in the middle of the battle ground, slicing at any Chitauri that came his way.  As he looked around he could spot Tony fighting a member of the Black Order, Thor aiming for the larger monsters with Bruce, and someone by the name of Peter Parker running for his life with the large gauntlet in his hands.  It was a moment Loki thought he’d never see in his life, but he was grateful to be a part of it.  

He wanted Thanos dead. 

He had moved past the time he had spent with the Mad Titan.  He could move on from the endless torture he went through.  He could move past the duels he would have with Gamora and Nebula, working him hard to be better than anyone.  He could move on from when Thanos presented him with the Tesseract for the first time, telling him of his mission on Earth.  He could move past from the fact that he would still wake up from nightmares, shaking and shivering from the trauma he went through. 

He couldn’t get past the fact that he saw the love of his life disappear in his arms.  Watching her slowly disappear, whispering to him that she loved him and that everything would be okay, he couldn’t believe what was happening.  Five years ago Thanos won and that was the last time he saw her.  

These thoughts fueled the anger coursing through his veins.  Adrenaline began pumping through him again, causing him to attack even more aliens that started to surround him.  He let out a battle cry, one that even Thor could hear from the distance.  When Thor turned to see his brother, he immediately wanted to run and help him. 

Loki was quickly being surrounded by too many of the Chitauri to fight them all.  Thor knew he had to go help him.  Loki clearly hadn’t even realized that he was being quickly outnumbered and he would start losing the battle.  Before Thor could take a step towards him, Stephen Strange called out to him.  “Not you,” He said.  

“Then who’s going to help him?!” Thor roared.  He couldn’t lose his brother.  Not again.

“She will,” He calmly stated, fighting another part of the Chitauri with Wong.  “Trust me, Thor, or you’ll regret it.” 

Thor turned to look at his brother again, watching him struggle.  He contemplated fighting it, taking the chance and saving his brother.  “You better be right about this, wizard.” 

Loki began to falter, seeing the issue that was quickly rising.  He didn’t know what to do.  A part of him was still upset at the Avengers, and another part of him couldn’t understand why everyone was back except for Y/N.  Where was she?  Did she not make it back?  Was Bruce unable to pull her back? 

What was the point of fighting if she wasn’t back? 

Before he could make another move, a portal opened up.  The sound of several gunshots pierced through the air, causing anyone around it to turn their head.  Bucky and Thor quickly looked over, waiting impatiently to see who it was.  

The Chitauri around Loki dropped to the ground, dead.  He looked around himself, confused.  When the spotted the portal, he couldn’t help hoping that it was the one he lost.  He couldn’t see into it from the angle he was at, but he quickly stood up, running towards it.  Before he could get there, a woman walked out, a smirk on her face while she held her gun up.  

“Told you it’d be okay,” She grinned, spotting Loki.  Tears welled up in both of their eyes as they ran to meet one another.  

Loki quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her as tightly as possible.  He was afraid that if he let go she’d disappear again.  He was ashamed to say that he forgot what it felt like to hold her, to hear her voice.  After five years, it gets harder and harder to remember, and no one could blame him, but he was terrified that he would forget completely.  “No more dying on me, alright?  I can’t do another five years without you.” 

“To be fair, you’ve died on me plenty of times.  I was allowed to have this moment,” You joked.  He let out a broken laugh that made you smile.  It felt like only minutes had passed since you saw him, but you knew for him it was much longer.  Strange told you before he left with the others, rounding up the armies.  

“While I would love to catch up with you, I believe we have a fight to finish,” You said, pulling away from the hug.  You looked over at Bucky, who quickly gave you one of his guns.  

From the distance, you could hear a certain raccoon screaming, “Why does she get a cool gun but I can’t have his arm?!”  

“Thanks Bucky, and thanks Strange,” You smiled, turning to them.  Loki continued to watch you, still amazed that you were here with him again. 

“Now let’s go beat this son of a bitch.” 

[promenadewithme]

First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

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Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[anika-ann]

WINSoD - Pt.6

...We Both Will Drop

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2, part 3)  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader  Word count: 4820

Summary: In which the mission to retrieve stones is on and you and Steve arrive to Vormir. Some things are simply... inevitable.

Warnings: (we all know what’s coming don’t we), blood and violence, character death, mentions of suicide, language

A/N: Don’t blame me, it’s the large scheme and shit. *runs and hides in a middle of nowehere*

Part 5

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Everyone on the team had been through having their heart broken at least once; hell, find one of humankind who hadn’t. After the Snap, it was an impossible task; even children, when asked, felt like something was missing to them, feeling a deeply-embedded longing they couldn’t quite comprehend. Surely, they wouldn’t use such big words, having only been five years old now, but the sentiment was all the same.

And when all humanity felt like that, there was little space for hope.

However, the hope that barely started to take roots in the team when they figured out a way to unlimitedly travel in time and space, grew rapidly when Natasha winced in a middle of summarizing the plan once more; only to reveal that the source of pain was… insane.

It was a tattoo-like message on her collarbone.

She had received a new set of words. And they happened to be written in Sam Wilson’s handwriting, a sentence little snarky and little sappy and… no one blamed Scott for asking the question that itched everyone on the tip of their tongue.

“So… that means we succeed, right? And they meet again, more or less for the first time? I mean, we already saw a case like that.”

Despite the cold shiver running up your spine, your heart was wrapped in a fluffy warmth at that thought. It would be worth it. The sacrifice made will be worth it.

You swiftly dried the tear forming in the corner of your eye at the memory of Natasha’s reluctant but bright smile before Steve could notice. You followed him as he climbed towards the peak of which your instincts told you was exactly the place to go.

He was gallantly helping you to follow without a single ‘I told you so,’ even when you slipped and nearly face-planted. Instead, he smiled at you tenderly, concern furrowing his brow, but not once he complained about you being a liability instead of the help you were supposed to provide.

Vormir was an inhospitable planet. All built of rocks, with icy wind, sweeping snowflakes into your face and you were grateful for your gloves and Steve’s broad shoulders that shielded you at least partly.

Finally reaching a plateau, you were welcomed by a creature floating above the surface; his face red, a bald scalp, head stripped to a bone with nearly no skin, muscles or fat, partly hidden by a hood of his tattered cloak.

You never liked studying history, but even you knew who this was – or who he seemed to be. If Steve’s face and posture was anything to go by, he thought the same.

But that couldn’t be, right? The Red Skull had died- disappeared when touching an Infinity Stone. Would it really be so crazy if he was still connected to one?

“Steven, son of Sarah,” the peculiar creature welcomed your soulmate with a hiss, repeating a greeting of similar nature with you, only showing off he knew your father’s name, not mother’s like with Steve, and obviously calling you a daughter.

Which wasn’t creepy at all.

“You-“ Steve only growled and was already lunging at the man, only for his body to go through him as if the figure was nothing but a unsubstantial illusion.

You yelped in fright for Steve, but he didn’t even fall to the ground, his training preparing him for more surprising situations that his opponent being immaterial.

The Red Skull appeared to be annoyed at Steve’s antics at best; he didn’t make any attempt at attacking either him or you, only watching you with freakily knowing gaze as if he already learned your purpose here. Which was impossible, right?

But was it?

“Steve… I don’t think we need to fight him,” you whispered, averting the piercing glare of the Skull on you.

Steve looked at you as if you were crazy and threw himself on the cloaked figure again; shockingly, with the very same result.

It was an irony for God’s pleasure, you guessed, Steve fighting an old enemy, an enemy that couldn’t be defeated it seemed. Funny metaphor of his life no one laughed at; certainly not you.

Feeling two pairs of eyes on you now, you shivered.

“You don’t, indeed,” the Skull howled over the wind that picked up. “I know why you’re here and I only act as a guide. No matter how much I’d like to go another round with you, Captain, that is all I am.”

Steve snarled, but didn’t come after him again, stopping in mid-motion when you gently placed a hand of his shoulder. He ended up only leaning forward, ready to strike, shield in his hand.

He was handsome even with the scowl on his face, you thought absently and quickly brushed it off, scolding yourself for such ideas at a time like this. But why wouldn’t you let your mind wander into such territory? At the moment, you felt strangely detached from the whole scene in front of you. You wondered if that would change or if you could fulfil your purpose with your soul at peace.

“Then guide us,” Steve hissed, protectively standing between you and the Red Skull.

“Careful what you wish for, Captain.”

You followed the floating figure towards the edge of the plateau, stopping several feet from a bottomless gulf.

You closed your eyes when the vertigo overtook you, the crushing weight of your mission causing you to sway. Steve allowed you to lean onto his body, your palm sprawled across his chest, and he pulled you even farther from the edge into safer distance.

“Why are you showing us this?”

“Because that is the face of destiny you’re staring into,” your guide explained, a smirk forming on his face. Steve instantly let you go in favour to brace himself for the fight to come. Except you already knew it wouldn’t come; not the fight Steve was readying himself for. “I’m not gonna push either of you, Captain. You manage that on your own.”

“What makes you think we would ever do that?”

“The fact that it’s what we need to do to get the Stone,” you answered quietly to the question Steve had spitted out, earning a horrified glance from him.

“Indeed. A Soul Stone is a special entity. To get a hold of it, you must sacrifice a soul. You have found yourself a smart wife, Captain, for she knows this. Too bad she won’t be able to make it back.”

“Over my dead body,” Steve snarled and for a good measure grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the floating figure.

“That certainly is an option too.”

“Fuck. You. Liar!” Steve snapped at him and not even his anger moved you this time. Anger was good. Anger was familiar and in a pleasant contrast to your serenity returning.

“Am I? Or does your team have another explanation for Gamora’s death? Never in my lifetime I thought I’d see a Titan shed tears…” the Skull mused.

Steve’s eyes met yours as he faced you and what he saw in them must have shook him to a core, because his face lost all colour, his irises flashing with rage and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“He’s a slippery bastard, doll. I don’t trust one word-“

Denial. The other thing you saw in his eyes was denial.

“I do,” you breathed out softly, tears finally appearing in your eyes as your scarily high walls that had kept you detached from the whole ordeal came slowly crumbling down. “Thanos arrived here with whom he considered his daughter. And she didn’t make it back.”

Your heart skipped a beat, startled when Steve’s large palms gripped your shoulders and shook you.

“He’s tricking us, that’s what he does! Don’t let him play with your head,” he thundered, his fingers digging into your muscle even through your thick coat, strong enough to bruise.

Swallowing thickly as Steve stared at you, pleading, determined and still unwilling to accept the reality laid in front of him. You forced yourself not to avert his gaze when you responded in a whisper, a sound nearly lost in the howling wind.

“You know he’s telling the truth, Steve.”

You felt hollow. The cold started to seep through your clothing, or maybe it was coming from the inside, leaving your fingers and nose freezing in a desperate attempt to warm your torso up.

Steve’s hands slid from your shoulders as if they lost all strength, his own shoulders slumping, light shake of his head when he turned away from you, fingers plunging in his hair for the shortest of moments before facing you again.

You could see the shift in his attitude; you could see the fight vaporizing from his body, all harshness dissolved and blossoming into tenderness you didn’t deserve at the moment.

Yet you let him touch you, eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation, ignoring the weight in your stomach and letting yourself indulge the kindness of his touch. A lightest brush of fingers along your jaw, over your cheekbones, the pad of is thumb running over your no doubt purple lips.

He was committing himself to a memory of you and you loved him for it more than you could put into words, warm tears escaping from under your eyelids. He was a good man. Once again, he understood what had to be done and that for some reason, God seemed to hate him, asking him to sacrifice his own happiness in favour of others. He had to let you go.

“Then I go,” he breathed out and you snapped your eyes open, startled.

Of course, he got it wrong.

God, you were such an idiot, you should have known.

You threw your arms around him, tight embrace he didn’t fight, burying his face in your neck instead.

“We both know I can’t let you do that, Steve,” you negotiated, allowing the harshness of your attitude – read, thinking he was being utterly stupid – into your voice. He didn’t seem to mind, breathing in deeply, melting into your frame and you knew it was time to act before he could.

You managed to sneak one arm lower, around his waist instead. He just adjusted the hug, his lips brushing your cheek, angrily red from the whips by the biting cold.

“I love you, sweetheart. You were right. You had to come here with me,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard your protest and you squeezed your eyes shut, more burning tears rolling down your cheeks. Fuck, how much you hated this. “You’ll get the Stone back, yeah? And you live a life. Buck, Sam, Ryan, Pietro… they’ll be back and take care of you. They all love you too. Hey, you might even get a third soulmark-”

“Steve-“ you couldn’t help but growl at his dickish words.

“Shh, doll. It’s all going to be okay. “

Moving your hands over his back as he rubbed to-be-soothing circles on your own, your trembling fingers got a hold of what you were looking for in one of the pockets on his belt. You were a terrible actress, even worse spy, but here you were, succeeding in the worst mission you had ever been given; not that there had been many to compete with.

God sucked as a boss and clearly was short off staff if he was sending the king of Hell as his messenger.

You buried your face in Steve’s chest, basking in the warmth he was radiating, the irreplaceable sensation of safety and content his arms around you offered, something you would miss immensely.

“Promise?” you mumbled, choking on a sob, the hatred for yourself deeper than ever in your life.

You needed that promise. What did it matter Steve didn’t know what he was promising? You had no clue what was awaiting you; he couldn’t either. But he was a good man, you had learned that in thousands different ways through your years together.

“Promise.”

“…it’s going to be okay,” you repeated after him and he squeezed you tighter, as much as you squeezed the object in your palm.

“One for the road?” he mumbled, voice shaky, never letting you to answer him before his lips found yours, thirsty and demanding, breathing your soul in, leaving you feel floaty. You nibbled at his lower lip in response, low growl rumbling in his chest, echoing against your own ribcage, the kiss consuming your whole being.

One for the road, your mind parroted dreamily and you instinctively melted into Steve’s frame, indulging the last kiss of your lifetime.

Christ, that fact alone caused your chest to constrict with blinding panic, your tears like waterfalls.

You inhaled shakily as Steve withdrew with a sigh, both of you turning to the Red Skull.

Steve stepped forward, never registering your little theft.

How could he?

He had been through so much, enough punches to his face and back-stabbing for a life-time. He had learned how to stay alert, to expect another blow at any moment. You could tell he was never letting go of that, not entirely, not even with his friends, no matter how it crushed his good soul, his faith in people. He was always ready to look for danger so he could avoid another stab in the back. But not with you.

Never with you.

Which had been exactly what you had relied on when you did what you did. The analogy with back-stabbing wasn’t even funny.

“Alright. What do I have to do?” Steve asked with determination, his voice only wavering enough for you to hear it, and the stone-keeper looked at him with one corner of his mouth raised in an evil cocky smirk.

Bastard. Enjoying this a little too much.

“You mourn, Captain,” he whispered and met your eyes as you subtly undone a part of your coat. He must have noticed then, unlike Steve. Or maybe he truly had known all along, even before you had come here.

Seeing Steve already spinning on his heels when he understood the guide was having a wordless conversation with you, you had no time to actually brace yourself before wrapping both of your hands around the handle and driving the blade into your torso.

No one had told you it would hurt like motherfucker, but no one had told you how loud Steve’s scream would seem even over the ringing in your ears either.

No one had warned you that pulling the blade away would be really fucking hard, impossible even. But you had lived in the impossible for the past eight years, hadn’t you? You tore it away with a grunt, shocked at the dull agony.

You had planned two stabs, just not to give Steve any ideas, but the blinding pain slowed your movements. Before the tip of the knife could as much as graze you skin for the second time, Steve was easily twisting it from your hold and throwing it away.

You watched the weapon clank on the stony surface of the plateau, leaving droplets of crimson in the snow, hypnotized by the contrast.

The moment Steve’s hands touched you, your knees gave away and the throbbing in the wound intensified as you nearly collapsed to the ground. But he was here – he was always here to catch you, strong arms supporting you and shakily helping you to sit down.

For the first time, you allowed yourself to tear your gaze away from the blood and look up at him. His face was drained of all colour – funny, yours must have too, mustn’t it? –, his expression pure horror, blue and green fighting in his terrified eyes.

“What did you do?” he demanded breathlessly. “Oh god, what did you do?!”

You would think it was obvious, but your head spun too much to point that out. Too many words to form. Too much work.

“Played my part,” you mumbled instead.

Inspecting the wound shortly, but very much painfully, Steve was fast to press against it and make you howl in agony. And shit, there was so much blood… who would have thought there would be so much so fast? It was strangely warm against your body, soon cooling off. The contrast was fascinating.

“Fuck- hey, hey, you’re going to be okay! Look at me!” Steve ordered and the commanding voice left your fingers tingling. Or was it the cold? “We’ll get you to the compound and then I’ll be back here, figuring it out, okay? Now, breathe with me and do not-“

You smiled at him kindly or at least you attempted it. He was a true fighter in heart, never giving up. That was why you had needed to injure yourself fatally, which he effectively attempted to avoid when disarming you. But the biting cold prevented your body from resisting the brutal intrusion. The fact you had pulled out the stopper out in attempt to stab again had probably helped.

A part of you was getting nauseous at such formulation, at being content at succeeding in… yeah, there was no euphemism for this, it was a fucking suicide. A different part yelled ‘good’, because that had been the plan.

What Steve was offering sounded so, so tempting. He would make sure to pamper you when you got to the compound, falling asleep in the chair, holding your hand, sitting guard by your bedside and you would be warm, feeling oh so immensely loved… but you couldn’t allow that.

You forced the next words out of your mouth while your brain yelled at you to just give in and nod instead.

“No. Steve… I’m already halfway gone. You need to throw me-“

“NO! No! Not a fucking option!“ he bellowed, his vision possibly gaining crimson edges of rage if his expression was anything to go by. It was swimming in front of your eyes, but even in his anger, he was so damn beautiful. A piece of art. Man too beautiful not to be sculptured by angels themselves. “What were you thinking?!”

I wasn’t thinking. God had. The King of Hell told me to do it. This way we win, you know?

“We both know I won’t make it there if you try to take me-“

“You will!“ he spat back stubbornly, his frame shaking and you suspected it wasn’t because of the temperature. No, either he was pissed off beyond belief or… or scared. Because he was well-aware of the fact you were right.

Your body started feeling like floating, your eyes turning to the sky on their own and you gritted your teeth, fighting it.

Not yet. Not fucking yet. Not until he knew this wasn’t on him, that this was something you simply had to do.

“Steve, Stevie- this is why I was resurrected. This is it. I go, so you could continue the mission, get the Stone back, fight whatever fight might come. I’m so sorry for this, but you know it has to be me.”

He looked at you with so much hurt in his eyes that you would have thought you stabbed him. He shook his head violently, trembling hands pushing harder against your wound and making you let out a sound way too close to a whine. You thought at least. The ringing in your ears was getting louder and the world was losing its colours… or was it like this the whole time, on this planet? You couldn’t remember…

Yet, you would swear that a crack in his conviction appeared on his face, one he swiftly disguised and shook off, determination replacing it as he fought the tears streaming down his face. You felt nothing but relief when you realized he started accepting the truth, started accepting what was happening. What had to happen.

“No. No, that’s not true.”

Your next words tasted bitter and dripped venom, but you said them anyway, a harsh reminder of your first goodbye. You hated yourself for speaking them; however, Steve had to understand.

“We’re out of time, Steve,” you mumbled, your tongue growing heavy, funny taste on it. “We’re always out of time.”

“Please, doll, not again, I can’t-“ The way he choked on his sob told you your shot found its target, the memory crushing his hope, slowly, but surely forcing him to resign. The calm you had felt when you arrived here returned, embracing you gently and you hoped your attempt at smile turned out decent.

“You can. You’re the brave-“ You hissed in pain as you wanted to straighten yourself just a bit, to be closer to him, instantly regretting not asking Steve to move you instead. Fuck, that hurt. “-bravest person I’ve ever met.”

“That’s bullshit-” he spitted out, but he helped you sit up straighter, allowing you to nearly drown in the pools of his irises.

God, he was so beautiful, even in his grief, eyes red-rimmed, his nose running. He was yours. Always yours, you knew as much.

“My hero-“

“I’m not a Captain for while, you know,” he chucked humourlessly, a glint of something you didn’t like displaying on his face. “Just let me take you-“

“Not the Captain,” you shook your head, lamenting yourself for muddling it up. Calling him your hero was a bad, very bad idea. But you couldn’t think anymore, your head was buzzing with too many thoughts, wrapped in sensation of endless pain radiating from your gut. “You, S-s-stevie. Now let me go.”

“NO!”

“If I d-die before-re you throw m-me-“ you negotiated, only to be interrupted by the creature you had completely forgotten was there as well.

“She’s right,” the Red Skull confirmed flatly.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Steve roared, not bothering to look at him as he gathered you in his arms, not without a serious wave of vertigo on your part. And pain. Fuck, always pain. Being stabbed fucking hurt.

He only stood, torn between the tinniest chance at your survival and doing the right thing. It was ridiculous and disgusting how much it reminded you of your first goodbye. Left, or right door? You or millions, this time?

“Doll-“

“’s okay, Stevie. I love you. Al-always. Br-- the edge. ‘d let go,” you breathed out, your words slurring as you were losing control. He must throw you soon. That sucked. You would like few more moments with him.

Or a lifetime. Kisses, cuddles, playful lovemaking, friends and kids… maybe you could adopt, or just keep trying…

Steve’s features twisted in denial, jaw clenched, but it did nothing to disguise the tremble in it. His eyes were squeezed shut, glittering drops of salty water escaping, your own waterfalls never stopping. You clenched your teeth with effort to raise your hand, bloody fingers caressing his smooth cheek.

“’s ‘kay.”

He shook his head desperately, but his grip grew firmer, his steps heavy as he carried you to the edge as if he was about to meet his own end.

You swallowed your own sobs.

You didn’t want to die. You wished you could say you were at peace, you had thought you were but you weren’t. Yet, you needed to convince Steve about the opposite – again.

Life was so fucking unfair.

If that was true though… was at least death just?

Your eyes flickered to the terrible chasm, vertigo taking over once more at the image of just how long the fall would last.

Endless seconds of free fall.

But it wouldn’t be the fall that would kill you, would it now? It would be the landing.

It was always the landing.

Hovering above the edge in Steve’s arms, his eyes turned up towards the colourful sky, as if he was trying to keep his tears at bay or simply couldn’t look at you. Seconds felt like hours. Like forever, even. It was obvious he couldn’t make himself let go.

Jesus fucking Christ, how could he, after all? You wouldn’t if in his place, your roles reversed.

“Down-“ you muttered lowly and he instantly obeyed with his gaze returning to you.

The gaze he focused on you would always be carved into your memory, even in death, you had no doubt. You never knew a man could say so much about the agony that was tearing him apart with one look, but here he was. Your Steve.

When he kneeled, lowering your body to the ground, his hold slacking a fraction, you knew it was time. You forced another teary smile, lips quivering, no longer able to tell if it was from pain, the cold seeping into your bones and core or simple fear.

What was waiting at the bottom? More pain or something else? Maybe the peace, finally? How would you be able to rest in peace though, knowing you were leaving Steve behind?

“S-so good t-to me,” you breathed out shakily, memorizing every feature, every wrinkle of laughter and worry, even as the darkness started eating out the edges of your vision. You needed to go, now. You gathered the last remnants of strength, bracing yourself. “Love ya’.”

Propping your palms against his chest, you pushed away from him, the feeling of the sudden lack of ground under your body dizzying.

Wind slapped your cheeks, freezing the tears in your eyes and cutting through the wound.

The gale carried Steve’s broken scream to your ears and you sent him one last whispered sorry.

The fall seemed to have no end. But for once, God was truly merciful; you didn’t feel the landing.

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Seeing their past selves was strange to say at least and Natasha mused how long of a path they had all walked since the first assemble of the Avengers.

In a way, it carried hope too though. She had buried hope for her soulmate and lost friends a long time ago; but now it was back. They had retrieved the Stones from New York relatively smoothly – though Clint had got a bit perplexed at having his soul punched out of his body by the Sorcerer Supreme – and were on their way back to their time.

This mission was a pretty ambitious stretch from Budapest. She had told so to Clint and found herself honestly smiling at his burst of laughter after years of mourning. Some lives had been ruined, but others still remained; and the chances that what they had lost in the dust could be brought back had concrete outlines now; outlines visible on her own skin as well. Her chest ached, but her heart fluttered with the memory of her soulmate.

Her feet landed on the platform with a rather ungraceful thud, but she still managed to keep herself standing upright. One glance around was all she spent to check up on everyone; only to find two people missing.

Blood froze in her veins, the satisfied smile at completed mission slipping from her face as her heart changed its pace from excited to horrified.

No.

No, this was not how this was supposed to go! Everyone should have come back!

So why was one whole pair missing? Why-

Strangely enough, her horror only escalated when she noticed that it was in fact one person missing only; because the other was on the platform with them, closer to the ground that she had expected, stripped of the nano-suit, stealth suit darker as it was dripping water; pink as it mixed with crimson stains on his thighs and torso.

No.

Oh no.

This was not happening. It couldn’t. Not again.

Steve had fallen to his knees, hands by his side clenched in tight fists. Blankly staring ahead, not actually seeing anything in front of him, a smudge of red – three lines clearly drawn by bloody fingertips – on his cheek and his face free of any colour and emotion telling enough of a story; screaming a story, in fact.

Natasha’s insides twisted painfully and she nearly spilled the contents of her stomach. She recognized that look – she had seen it before on Steve. On herself in a mirror.

Tears stinging in her eyes, she took a shaky step towards him, her heart weeping and grieving for her friends.

“…Steve?” Bruce questioned lowly from behind the machine he had controlled, but it only filled the deadly silence.

They all already knew what happened – or understood enough.

The Stone giving away warm amber glow slipped from Steve’s palm, his fingers plunging in his hair and gripping tightly, pulling enough to make it hurt like hell no doubt.

Yet, Natasha was well-aware it did nothing to dull the deep visceral pain that overtook his whole being, swallowed his whole shattered soul.

A guttural moan left his lips as he curled into himself and she didn’t bother blinking away her tears anymore.

Nothing she could do would sooth his grief. Yet, she placed her trembling palm on Steve’s shoulder in attempt to ground him, to show him she was there for him.

A desperate shriek, a helpless cry loud enough to tear ear-drums and hearts, cut the thick air of the compound and the large frame of a supersoldier went limp, swaying aside.

Natasha didn’t try and stop the fall. God knew that he would be falling for too long anyway.

The fucked-up thing about this kind of fall was that the landing, the only thing that could bring relief, would never come.

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Epilogue

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HOLD THE FIRE!

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Peter Quill x Reader

Prompt: “am i your lock screen?” “you weren’t supposed to see that.”

Requested by: @starlord7555​

Summary: five years after the battle of earth, you are helping run the avengers and find yourself looking forward to every brief visit the team gets from your galactic counterparts.

Warnings: smut, fluff, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex, sexual over-stimulation, adult language,

Word Count: 4,099

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“You know, I could spend every day for the next ten years training my ass off, but I still don’t think I’d ever actually win one of these no-powers-allowed fights.” you pointed out jokingly as you pushed yourself back up off the floor, having just been knocked on your ass by Peter Parker. You brushed a few wayward strands of hair out of your face with the back of your hand, and he bounced happily on his heels as the two of you caught your breath. “Not while you’ve got those super-special-spidey reflexes playing in your favor.”

He grinned back at you, one corner of his mouth rising in a crooked, charming smirk. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his brow and the same was darkening the collar of his shirt and the curls of his hair. The two of you had been sparring for the last hour and a half, and you knew you looked worse than he did.

“No, but it’s cute that you keep trying,” he replied in an easy taunt. His smile widened when you rolled your eyes at him, and he laughed cheerfully before conceding, “Your reaction time is getting better.”

“Thanks.” The two of you began trading blows again, and you flinched away when he landed a hit on your shoulder. “How do they not count as a superpower, by the way?”

Peter shrugged, ducking under a wide swing you threw, using the movement to sidestep and get behind you. You turned quickly on the ball of your foot, catching him by surprise with a spinning kick. ‘It’s not like I can turn them off. Besides, I don’t need them to kick your ass.”

The two of you were dressed for training, and at twenty-one, Peter Parker was a more capable opponent than ever. His shoulders had broadened slightly in the last five years, his muscles more defined and his hair worn a little longer. Still, he had the same almost lanky frame, and the same soft, disarming features he’d had when you’d first met him.

You’d been the same age before the Blip, and he’d been the one to introduce you to Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers before Thanos’ attack after he’d caught you using your abilities at school. Hell, it was his heightened senses that had tipped him off about you in the first place. But he’d disappeared during the Blip and you had remained, aging five years before you got to see him again. It had been more than a little disconcerting for him when he’d returned. Still, despite that adjustment you were as close a pair of friends as ever, and as some of the longest serving members of the Avengers, you spent a lot of your free time together.

You were living at the compound full time, leading the team alongside Sam and Bucky. Peter was attending classes at NYU and still living with his aunt, but he was at the compound at least three times a week, often working out of the labs Tony had set up with him years ago to upgrade and experiment with tech. the only person he might have spent more time with lately than you might have been Bruce.

“Don’t get cocky, web-head.” you snarked back at him as the two of you circled each other slowly, eyeing his movements warily. Peter had been thoroughly beating you for the entire training session, but only just. His heightened reflexes meant that he would always beat you in a fight where you couldn’t use your abilities, but you’d spent the last two months focusing on your hand-to-hand combat with Bucky, and it showed. “You know I’d destroy you in a real fight.”

“Oh, c’mon. We’re like fifty-fifty.” he argued, dodging another kick you aimed at him. It was true; your abilities might make you hard to pin down and give you a definite edge in a fight, but his spider-sense meant he was able to keep up. It also made the two of you a hell of a pair in a battle. “And I’ve got some new tech you haven’t seen yet.”

“Ooh, color me intrigued.”

“I’ll show you la—” he stopped suddenly, straightening and turning towards the windows. “EDITH?”

“Nothing to – A ship has just entered the atmosphere above us.” the A.I. corrected itself midsentence calmly.

“That spidey-sense of yours never ceases to amaze, Pete.” you told him as the two of you moved to the windows. Picking something up before EDITH’s sensors was impressive to say the least. You both craned your necks to watch the sky, and a smile slowly grew on your face as a ship came into a view.

“Did you know they were coming?”

You shook your head, eyes still on the sky. “I haven’t had an alert over the comm system in weeks, not even from Wakanda. EDITH, send a message out to everyone on the current residential list; tell them to expect company when they get home. And contact FRIDAY; I’m sure Pepper will want to bring Morgan by once school lets out.”

“Right away.”

Peter rolled his eyes in amusement as he watched you bounce in place. “You really have no chill when it comes to this guy, you know.”

“Shut up, Parker,” you shot back. “You’re just worried you’re my second favorite Peter.”

You winked at him cockily as his mouth fell open in mock-offense. You pointed finger guns at him, snapping your fingers and disappearing with a muted popping sound. You reappeared in the same second, now standing at the front door downstairs. You could barely make out Peter’s answering bellow as he came thundering down the stairs after you, no doubt exasperated at your sudden teleportation. You heard a dull thump; rather than take the time to walk down the stairs, he’d clearly jumped the rail to the landing below.

“I better not be!”

***

Peter Quill was one of the last to saunter out onto the lawn from the ship, a cocky smirk on the edge of his lips and his eyes squinting against the afternoon sun. The light caught in his hair as he joined the other Guardians on the grass, blonde shining honey gold. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling a long breath of air of his home planet. His smile broadened as he opened his eyes and caught sight of you, stepping out of the main building, Peter Parker by your side.

You cast a brief glance over the rest of his team, your gaze lingering on Gamora for a moment. She stood beside her sister, her expression a polite kind of friendly. She nodded in greeting when she caught your eye, and you turned gaze back to Quill. “This is unexpected.”

He shrugged a shoulder, stepping forward until he was barely three feet from you. “We were in the area,” he replied easily, and Rocket scoffed beside him, rolling his eyes.

“No, we weren’t.” Drax corrected him, genuinely confused by Quill’s claim. “You said you wanted to see Y/N.”

Quill rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Drax, c’mon, man.”

Your lips quirked to one side in amusement. “You could have let us know you were coming.”

“Why, you got plans?”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip as your smile widened, and you jerked your head toward the man standing beside you. “Peter was going to show me some new tech, but I’m sure he’d prefer Rocket’s opinion.”

The raccoon’s ears flicked forward in interest; his eyebrow cocked. “Yeah?”

Peter nodded, an almost boyish excitement lighting his features. And despite Rocket’s brash, dismissive attitude towards Earth’s current level of tech, he was always more than happy to offer his opinion and advice to your crime-fighting partner – even if it came with a healthy dose of sarcasm and derision. “I’ve been playing with some new ideas, working on my own version of those suspension traps you showed me last time. Wider range, triggered by sudden displacement and reappearance of body heat.”

You smacked his arm. “You sneaky son of a bitch. That’s how you were going to beat me?”

“You and anyone else faster than me,” he shot back with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, honey. I’m still gonna find a way to kick your ass.”

“Now who’s getting cocky?”

You snickered, shaking your head and turning to head back into the building. The Guardians followed after you, and both Peters fell into step close behind you. “Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen, and you’re welcome to any of the amenities on the grounds. If you need supplies, give the list to EDITH; she can have pretty much anything delivered from the city within the hour.”

“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson are on their way back to the compound now,” the A.I. announced coolly as you came to stop in the foyer. “Dr. Banner should be here by nightfall. I took the liberty of notifying the Langs, but they are currently unavailable.”

“Thanks, EDITH.”

“Mrs. Stark is on her way.”

You turned to Nebula. “I thought you might want to see Morgan. She asks about you whenever I see her.”

The woman nodded, a grateful, awkward smile on her face. “Thank you.”

Quill stepped into your side as the others dispersed, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “It’s so hot when you get all commander-in-charge like that.”

You scoffed a laugh, pushing him away. “Cool your jets, Space Cowboy. I need a shower.”

***

Your breath left you in catching moan as your back met the tiles behind you, melting into a giddy laugh before your lips were crushed in a kiss by the man holding you against the wall. You wrapped your arms around Quill’s neck, one hand sliding through the hair at the back of his head as he slid his tongue into your mouth. His body pressed hard against your own, his naked thigh pushing between your legs to press against your sex.

The hot water hammered down on the two of you, your whole body warm and tingling with his touch. His lips left yours to tease the side of your throat, his teeth grazing against your pulse point and up to your earlobe as his hand slid down over your naked hip, slick with vanilla and jasmine bodywash. He took hold of your thigh, hitching it up against his side.

You moaned again, louder than before, grinding down on his thigh. You grabbed hold of his bicep for leverage, rolling your hips into him. You other hand fumbled down his stomach, nails grazing over his abs before your fingers encircled the base of his cocked and squeezed. Peter grunted against the curve of your collarbone in approval as you stroked him slowly. He palmed your breast roughly with one hand, biting down on your shoulder. “Holy shit, I’ve missed you.”

You smiled, breath catching and head tilted back, your eyes closed against the spray of the shower. You gave his cock a playful squeeze. “I noticed.”

Peter snickered, his laughter catching as you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock. He pinched your nipple hard in response and you gasped, hips faltering for a moment. His lips finally found yours again as the roll of your hips became hurried and more disjointed, your breath quickening. His tongue slid over your own almost languidly, his stubble scratching at your chin. You carded your fingers through his hair and his hand slid back up your side, tickling at your waist before he took hold of you hip again.

His grip was hard, enticingly strong, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced your movements to stop and pinned you harder against the wall. You couldn’t help the whine of complaint you made in response, and he broke the kiss, chest heaving for a moment as he caught his breath. He paused long enough to shoot you a cocky wink before he fell to his knees in front of you.

Peter pressed a kiss to the skin below your navel, inhaling through his nose to drink in the scent of you before burying his face between your thighs. His tongue curled around your clit and he pressed his forearm to your stomach, hand clutching at your hip, holding you in place as you tried to buck up against his mouth. His other hand travelled up the back of your leg, hooking under your knee and hooking it over his shoulder.

You gripped blindly at the top of the shower partition for balance, your other hand fisting in his hair. Peter hummed against you, hand moving up your thigh to caress your ass. He broke away from your cunt to press teasing, biting kisses to your inner thigh, his hand moving from your ass to roll his fingers over your clit, soaking them in your arousal before burying two of them inside you. He sucked a mark into your thigh, and your eyes rolled back as he returned his talented mouth to your clit.

Peter tortured you like that, fucking you slowly with his mouth and hand until the leg you stood on was shaking and your hand was so tight in his hair your fingers were cramping. You’d come more than once, every high he brought your to only half gone before he began building you to another.

“Pete—fuck, Peter…” you groaned through gritted teeth, moaning when he hummed against you in response. You tugged his head back forcefully, pursing your lips to hide a smile when he grinned cockily up at you, eyes squinting against the spray of the shower. He reached down to fist his cock in his hand, withdrawing his fingers from you to pinch your clit instead. His smirk widened when you jerked in response. “Quill, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me right now, I swear to whatever god you believe in, I—”

Peter was on his feet before you could finish your threat, taking hold of your thighs and lifting you. Your surprise at the sudden shift bubbled out of you in a laugh, and you wrapped your legs around him. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as his hands squeezed your ass reflexively. Peter pressed his forehead to your own, nuzzling his nose against yours. “You know I’m half-god, right?”

“And all cheeseball,” you retorted jokingly, grinning as his jaw dropped in mock offense. You grinned, pulling him into another kiss, the gesture long, languid and yet still almost aching with need. He groaned into it as you reached down to take hold of his shaft, stroking him slowly and shuddering as the head of it pressed into you.

Peter spoke again, his breathless voice teasing, affectionate and cocky. “Just remindin’ you in case you feel the need to invoke a god’s name in the next few minutes or so.”

You smacked his chest, your response melting into a moan that he echoed as he lowered you onto his cock. His lips found yours in a harsh, despite kiss as he began to fuck you in long, steady strokes.

“How are you always so fucking tight?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your sternum. He dragged his face your nipple, stubble grazing along the wet, sensitive skin before he sucked into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, catching it between his teeth and tugging. You grabbed at his shoulder, your other hand returning to the top of the partition to leverage yourself over him. You pushed your hips into his with every thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the tile. “You keep squeezing me like that, sweetness, and I’m not gonna last as long as I’d like…”

You caught his earlobe between your teeth for a moment before speaking in his ear, a shiver running down his back. “I’m not kicking you out right away, Star Lord… you’ll get another go ‘round. Just make this one good.”

Peter growled into your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. He kissed you again, roughly, his hips pounding into yours. Any break to breathe was filled with cursing and grunting moans, almost obnoxiously loud in the steam-filled room. You jerked suddenly as overwhelming sensation met your clit, your body arching into his as your toes curled and your whole body tightened. He’d unhooked the detachable showerhead from above you, turned it to jet and brought it down to your clit, and you could feel his smirk against your lips as you came again.

Each bounce on his cock brought the rush of water back over your clit, and your nails scored his shoulders and back as you clung to him. You released him only to grope at his wrist, urging the showerhead away from you. But Peter shook his head, lips teasing along your jaw.

“Not a chance, sweets.” he growled, his other hand tightening almost painfully on your ass. “You don’t get to stop coming until I’m finished.”

You whined in response, hips seizing as another wave hit you. Peter groaned as you tightened around him, his thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment. You arched your neck back, eyes half closed, and Peter’s lips found your throat once more, sucking a mark into the skin below your jaw. “Fuck, Peter… I can’t…”

“Hold out for me, Y/N.” he murmured back, barely audible over the sound of the water. It was beginning to cool, running too long, sending goosebumps over your over-sensitized skin. Your nipples brushed against his chest with every thrust, your hair slick and sticking to your neck. “I’m so close, baby… I’m so fucking close, baby. God—”

The showerhead clattered against the wall as Peter released it, his hips almost buckling as he finally came, his face buried in the side of your neck. You whimpered, body shaking with aftershocks as he lowered you to the floor, hands pressed to the walls for support, your body held up by his still pressed against yours.

He kissed your cheek, giggling almost deliriously in your ear as the two of you caught your breath. His hands came to rest on your hips, trailing over the skin carefully to your waist. You slung an arm around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, reaching past him with your other hand to turn off the shower. “It’s good to see you too, Peter.”

***

You scrubbed a towel through your hair, sitting at your vanity and watching Peter through the mirror. You’d dressed in a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt, and EDITH had announced that all but Bruce had since arrived at the compound. “So, how far out of your way did you go this time?”

Peter shrugged, nodding absentmindedly along to the music you had playing, his own hair an endearing tangle of still-damp curls. He was stretched out on your bed, a towel wrapped around his waist and his back pressed against the headboard and pillows. He had one hand tucked behind his head, the smallest of smirks on his lips. “A day or two. Maybe more.”

“So, you’re thinking about hanging around then?” you asked, turning around to face him, leaving your towel on the vanity. “You keep doing this and that crew of yours is going to hate me.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re between jobs. We’ve just been paid; they could use a few days leave.”

“And the free room and supplies just made us all the more appealing, huh?” you teased, moving towards the bed.

“And a couple of other things.” he held a hand out to you and you took it, making yourself comfortable and curling up into his side. He draped his arm around your shoulders, and you didn’t release his hand, holding it by your shoulder.

You smiled, but the expression slowly faded into something more somber as a thought returned to you. “So… Gamora…?” Peter exhaled, a crease forming between his brows. “I take it you two…”

He shook his head. “She’s… she’s sticking around for Nebula. And we’re friendly, it’s just…” He sighed, but his voice wasn’t pained like it had been in the past. “Sometimes, she’s so close to who I remember. Which makes sense, I guess. She’s the same person, but… she’s not. Whatever we went through, whatever it is that made the old Gamora love me, she doesn’t have that, she didn’t go through the same stuff. So, she doesn’t see me the same way as the other Gamora did. And she can’t even… she doesn’t know that Gamora. She can’t see what we had. The whole thing is like… she told me, hearing the stories, it’s like I’m talking about somebody else. Someone she’s never met. And she’s right.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. You squeezed his hand gently. “I thought maybe… it’s been three years since you found her, and with Nebula wanting to stay with you guys—”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” he assured you softly, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on top of your head. “Like I said, she’s not the same. She’s not the person I… my Gamora is gone. And it might’ve taken a while, but I… I get that. It just took me a while to wrap my head around it.”

The two of you fell silent for a while, the weight of the conversation settling over you like a blanket. You played with his fingertips absentmindedly, eyes unfocused.

“You hungry?”

You looked up, offering him a warm smile. “Starved.”

Peter’s face broke into a cocky, teasing smirk. “Yeah, you are.”

You scoffed at him, elbowing him in the side. He laughed, shying away from you, arm withdrawing from your shoulders. “We can order from that steakhouse; get it delivered?”

“Works for me.”

“And you won’t even have to put pants on,” you teased, laughing as he poked you in the side in retaliation. “Is it too early to order? Hand me my phone?”

Peter picked it up from your bedside table, the screen lighting up as he did. You snatched it out of his hand quickly, your cheeks warming slightly. A surprised, smug grin slowly bloomed on Peter’s face. “Am I your lock screen?”

“…You weren’t supposed to see that.” you admitted awkwardly, face flushed. Your background picture was a photo of the two of you that you’d taken on a previous visit; grinning at the camera like fools, caught up in the music you’d been blasting at two a.m. He’d been emulating everything he thought a Rockstar should be, over the top and frankly, adorable. You pushed yourself away from him, moving to clamber back off the bed and away from the embarrassment of being caught out. “It’s not a big deal, I just thought it was a good picture, and—”

He caught hold of your wrist, dragging you back to him. He pulled you on top of him, legs on either side of his, trapping you there with hands on your waist. “Come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me,” he repeated, his expression surprisingly earnest. He released your waist to take hold of your hands instead, enclosing them between both of his. “Come see the universe.”

“Quill, you’re being—”

“C’mon, Y/N.” he insisted, his tone an almost boyish excitement at the idea. “It’ll be great! You and me and the whole universe to see. You’ll love it, I promise.”

“Peter, I—” you struggled to find the words, taken aback by his sudden proclamation. This was something you thought about, late at night when you were too tired to think of all the reasons it wouldn’t work. “I ha-have responsibilities, here. I can’t just—”

“Just think about it,” he urged, his head ducked down to meet yours beseechingly. “We could be like this all the time. We could… we could be together.”

“And… you want that?” you couldn’t help but ask. You knew Peter’s reputation – Drax and Rocket had alluded to it more than enough – and up until now you weren’t entirely sure if you were his only… hell, you didn’t know what to call it.

He nodded, hands tightening slightly on your own. “We fit, you and me.” you swallowed, halfway torn between running from the room declaring your avenging too important and throwing yourself into his arms. “Just… say you’ll think about it? Please?”

After a moment, you nodded slowly, wetting your lips nervously. “I’ll think about it.”

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[jordluna]

You’ll Be Okay

I'm so sorry for doing this. I've had the idea stuck in my head for almost a month now and I just had to write it. Reader is about 17 in story.

Natasha x Daughter!Reader goes to Vormir with Natasha and Clint.

WARNING: death

As you, your mother, and your uncle arrive on Vormir you can't help the thought that something terrible is going to happen. As you guys climb up the mountain to retrieve the soul stone you try your hardest to push the feeling away.

You didn't let your dread show on your face though as you knew very well from a young age how to not let your emotions plaster on yourself and just to bottle them up to show no fear. You were an assassin's daughter after all.

As you climb one step at a time looking across the in some twisted way beautiful planet. Another thing is on your mind though. Getting everyone back.

"Everything okay Y/N?" Your mother asks. Even though she trained you to keep your emotions hidden she had a motherly instinct telling her you were unsettled.

"I'm fine. I really hope this works though. Getting everyone back." She rubs your back gently and you feel less stiff at her touch.

"It will. We'll get them all get back." Clint says with a grin. You smirk slightly at the word "all." How amazing it would be to see all of them again. Please let things go smoothly, you plea with the universe in your head.

The universe however had another fate for you.

As you all reach the top your mother speaks again. "I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb a mountain."

"Technically he's not a raccoon." Clint says with a huff.

"Whatever he still eats trash." You respond siding with Natasha. Just then a new voice appears from behind you guys. You instantly grab your dagger on the side of your hip and aim it and the being.

"Natasha daughter of Ivan." 'What the hell?' Your mother never mentioned her father before. Your grandfather. She swear she looked slightly confused for a second but then went back to her stern face as he kept talking."Clint son of Edith. Y/N daughter of Natasha."

"Who the hell are you?" You question as he appears to float closer.

"Consider me a guide. To you and to all that seek the soul stone."

"Oh good, you tell us where it is then and we'll be on our way." Natasha confidently says as you try to get a better look at his face. You see his face is the shape of a skull with no nose and it's all red. The rest of his body his hidden under his cloak. Or even if there is a body.

"Ah libechen. If only it were that easy."

He guides you three to the edge of the cliff. You look down and stare into the hard concrete ground far below from the mountain's peak.

"Ehh..worst that could happen is a broken leg." You joke trying to make light of the situation but Clint and your mom are dead silent.

"What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear."

"The stone is down there." Natasha says with sad eyes. You know she's thinking about jumping but your going to make sure that none of them die for this stone. None but one.

"For one of you. For the other, in order to take the stone you must loose what which you love." They love you right? Yes, they do. All you've ever grown up with was love from your family.

That uneasy feeling you got earlier was knowing that you were meeting your end of the tunnel. Your time was up on this universe. The devastating truth was you were going to say goodbye, without saying hello to the ones that got turned to dust. You never got to say goodbye to the rest of your family.

"An everlasting exchange. A soul for a-" You cut him off getting very annoyed at his speech.

"Yeah, yeah. I think we get it Voldemort!"

*****

As you and your mother sit on a rock your head on her lap as she strokes your red hair lovingly, like she did when you were ever feeling sad or anxious. Clint however paces back and forth waving at the cloak dude, now known as Red skull.

"Maybe he's making this shit up." Clint says as you bit your lip. You remember that blue girl, Nebula, telling you how Thanos went up here with his daughter but got the stone and came back without Gamora.

"I don't think so." Your mom says while you sit up.

"Why, just because he knew your daddy's name?" Clint said.

"I didn't." She responds causing Clint to turn his head faintly, as you do the same.

"Thanos left here with the stone. Without his daughter. Coincidence, I think not." You says crossing your arms.

"So there's no hope." Clint says shrugging. You though are not going to believe that for a second.

"We have to have hope. If we don't have hope there's no way we can save half of the universe." You said.

"Whatever it takes." Natasha says as Clint repeats her. You though stay quiet thinking of any other possible way for you all to make it off this damn mountain alive. As your mother gets up and starts talking with Clint, you realize there's no other way. They know this too.

You slowly start regretting all those stupid fights, you've had with your mom over the years. Clint and your mom were far to important to sacrifice themselves. They were apart of the original fucking six avengers for heaven's sake. You though were not as valuable. It had to be you.

As they keep talking about how they should be the one to sacrifice themselves, it aches you knowing they forgot you were with them. How your mother didn't know she was about to loose her only daughter. Her чудо.(miracle)

"I think we're talking about different people here Nat." You  then stand up, and walk slowly toward them.

"Mom... Mom... Mom!" You scream loudly trying to get her attention. What she didn't know would be your last.

"What is it?!" Your taken aback slightly at her outburst but hide it knowing what's about to happen.

"I'm so sorry, but there's so many options but only one choice." They both look at you confused.

You use this to your advantage. You sweep them off their feet using your leg a move your mother taught you and that you have perfected since the age of eight. You then tie their legs and arms together, using the wire Natasha showed you how to use when you were younger.

The horror sets on both of their faces when you take a step back and look towards the cliff and then back at the two.

"Y/N Anya Romanoff, What the hell do you think your doing?!" Natasha yells at you, but you can see the fear in her eyes. You give her a small nod, telling her that you have to jump.

"No baby. Please don't do this! I love you to much." Your heart rate picks up knowing that your saying your last goodbyes to your mother, the woman that gave birth to you, took care of you, loved you with all her heart.

"я люблю тебя, мама. Don't ever forget it." (I love you mom.) Natasha Romanoff barely lets her emotions show but now her face was full of pure horror. Loosing you was and will forever be her worst fear.

"You don't need to do this Y/N. You don't seriously think your doing the right thing, do you?" Clint questions, whispering towards the end.

"That's the thing uncle Clint. I don't think, I know I'm doing the right thing. Whatever it takes. Tell everyone I said hello and goodbye." Your voice cracking a little, as you gave a sad smile.

"Please don't do this Y/N. I can't do this without you." Natasha pleads with you but there's no turning back.

"Your so strong mama. Stronger than anyone I've ever known. I have always admired it for so long, and it's in our blood, right?" Little did you know that Clint was using his sword from behind to break the wire in half.

You give her one last kiss on her cheek.

"Goodbye." You say as you run towards the cliff. Just then, the rope finally breaks and your mother runs towards you getting her gun out of its holster. You close your eyes about to jump when you hear a loud bang and you feel the pain in your leg causing you to fall and groan. You then look behind you and realize your mother shot you.

She then immediately starts running towards the edge. The adrenaline sets in and you get up barely feeling the pain anymore as hot tears fill your eyes. As she jumps off you tie the grappling hook around her then shoot it to some rocks above you. She grabs onto your hand as your legs dangle off the cliff.

"Don't you dare think your leaving. Your only seventeen Y/N. You have so much to do in this world." Natasha says determinedly but you know that's not the case as your time here is coming to an end.

You see your uncle looking over as from the top at you guys that are only a few yards down."Take care of her for me?"

He gives you a small nod as he lets a few tears fall from his eyes.

"I said no. You-" You cut her off knowing that this conversation isn't getting anywhere.

"Let me go. It's okay. You'll be okay." You give her a sad smile as hot tears fall like waterfall down your cheeks. Natasha finally lets the wall crash down and the tears roll. She looks into your emerald green eyes identical to hers one last time.

Just then you know it's time. No going back now.

You use your feet and push yourself off the cliff as Natasha's grip loosens. Time seems to slow as you hear you mother's heart-wrenching scream as you fall. You remember all the best memories you two shared together the past seventeen years.

Natasha watches as your bones break hitting the hard ground with a thud. The image that she will replay every night in her nightmares. She looks down and sees your dead body, with the blood that is pouring out of you mixed with the blood from your gunshot wound.

Her whole life just died the second your body collided with the concrete. Nothing would ever be the same without her baby girl.

She clings onto the heart-shaped locket you made her for mother's day with the help of Tony, when you were five.

"Do you like it mama?"

"Like it? I love it baby!" Natasha says opening it to find the photo of the two of you hugging each other eating ice-cream. She then picks you up and powders you with kisses as you squirm and giggle with excitement.

If only she could share a memory like that again. She couldn't though you were gone. Dead. No resurrections, this time.

"No, why her." She whispers softly to herself. "Why my baby?!" Her scream leaves an echo throughout the mountain.

She then finds herself in water with Clint by her side. She takes out she hand and reveals the soul stone. Natasha's heart shatters as Clint holds her as she sobs into his shoulder.

She would never be 'okay' without you.

[crappyimagines]

The One That Got Away (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, endgame and infinity war spoilers i guess. the timeline is fucked up so please nevermind it. annndd not proofread so doNt  jUdGe Me lOlLoloLOlOL

Summary: you were the one that got away lol

A/N: I made this one for a friend of mine. I promised her a oneshot so here it is. @fruithot

For Jeralyn :)

note: i tried so hard to finish this today so if it has errors, i totally saw that coming.

You had learned to accept the fact that Steve probably wasn’t just for you. Things with Sharon didn’t work out. Natasha thought that that was an opening for you to tell him what you really feel but you knew better. Steve was still depressed about Peggy. He never stopped loving the girl and he never will. Natasha respected your decision and backed off. It was better to give Steve the space he needed.

 Everything got worse when Thanos happened. You all did your best to fight the purple turd but he still succeeded. You were in Wakanda when it all happened. Thanos snapped and half of the universe disintegrated.

What was left of the team was left depressed and lost. Tony was nowhere to be seen. Bucky got turned into ashes along with most of the avengers.

Steve was lost but You were there for him.

 You were always there for him.

 Tony was taken home by Captain Marvel.

 Scott Lang happened and suddenly there was hope.

 The plan about time travelling was made real when Tony found a way to make it work.

The team was talking about who goes where. Who goes with who.

Natasha was able to find Clint so he was back.

Steve was going with Tony and Scott so you were assigned to go with Clint and Natasha to retrieve the soul stone.

You didn’t know anything about the place so you did your research and ask Nebula about it.

 She told you how Thanos was able to get the stone by using Gamora.

Your heart tightened when you realized the price to get the soul stone.

 You knew what you had to do.

Steve wanted to tell you about his plan before you guys go on with the mission.

“When this actually works, after all this is over and everyone is back.” He trailed off sounding excited.

You urged him to continue with a smile and a nod.

“I think I would use the machine to go back in time to have that dance with Peggy.” he said happily and full of hope.

Y/N’s jaw dropped when she realized what he just said.

“Oh.” Was all she could say.

Steve’s smile left his face when she saw your expression.

“You think it’s a bad idea?” he asked, sounding a bit hopeful.

 You didn’t want to make him feel sad so you said the worst thing you could say.

 “I’ll support you with every decision you make, Steve.” You cupped his face.

“If you want to do it, then do it. I know how much you love Peggy. Do what you think is right. I’ll always support you, Steve. You know that.” You smiled.

 He smiled in response. The both of you got ready for the ultimate mission but you said something before you two left to go find the others.

 “I love you, Steve” you told him for the first time and probably the last.

 You panicked when he gave you a shocked face so you quickly added;

 “I’ll always be your best friend” it hurt to say that but it was for the better.

    Everyone was suited up and walked to the platform.

“Five years ago, we lost. All of us” Steve began.

“We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves” he continued.

“Today we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions.”

 Y/N inhaled sharply and gulped.

 ‘She knew damn well what her mission is’

 “Get the stones. Get them back. One roundtrip each. No mistakes. No do overs. Most of us is going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other.” Steve warned.

 Y/N looked over to Natasha and Clint and smiled at them both.

 ‘I got their backs’

 Natasha gave you an excited smile while Clint nodded at you.

 “This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win. Whatever it takes.”

 Y/N gulped  nervously.

 ‘Whatever it takes’

 “Goodluck” Steve finished his speech as Rocket and Scott commented about how good he is with speeches.

 “Okay. I’ll do my best” Clint smiled cheekily.

 “See you in a minute” Nat said excitedly to Steve and then towards you.

Steve smiled at her and then at you.

You breathed deeply and faked a smile.

 “Yeah. See you..”

 Steve pressed a hand onto your shoulders and squeezed it for support.

 “You’ll do good. Don’t be nervous.”

 You nodded at him and smiled.

 “Goodluck, Steve.” You said.

 Steve smiled back but something in the back of his mind told him that there was something more to what you said.

 You got transported back in time with your team along with Thor’s.

 After splitting with Thor’s team, your team started your hike Vormir.

 “Welcome”

 When you reached the top, a hooded figure greeted the three of you as you expected but Natasha and Clint wasn’t expecting him.

 “Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Clint, son of Edith. And Y/N.-“

You cut the floating figure off,

“Yes we know, we know. Now tell us who you are.” You pretended not to know.

“Consider me a guide to you and to all who seeks the soul stone.” He stated creepily.

“Oh good. You tell us where it is and we’ll be on our way.” Natasha said as she pointed her gun at the man.

 ‘I wish it was that easy’

 “If only it were that easy” the creepy floating guy voiced out your thoughts.

 He escorted the three of you towards the cliff.

“What you seek lies in front of you. It is what you fear.”

 Natasha and Clint looked down the cliff.

 “The stone’s down there.” Natasha stated.

 “For one of you.” Red skull informed.

 “For the other, in order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. A soul for a soul.” He added.

 You stood in the back, watching the two contemplate on their plans.  

 The four of you have been standing for a while now. You were still stood far back when Natasha and Clint started to fight each other and beat the other for the soul stone and for death.

 Red Skull looked at you with a sad and knowing look as you nodded at him.

 You walked towards the cliff, looking at Natasha who on top of Clint.

You loved being there for Steve. You loved making him feel happy when he’s sad. You loved making him feel wanted when his lonely. You loved every moment you had with him. Even if it was heartbreak.

 You did your best to let go of him.

 Now it’s time for him to do the same.

 You were on the edge of the cliff as you spoke.

 “It’s okay, guys. I’ll do it.”

 Natasha and Clint looked towards you but didn’t have the chance to speak or move because you were already plummeting down.

They both ran towards the edge and looked down to see your body surrounded with your own blood. Natasha gawked while Clint just stood in shock.

That was it. They got the stone. They got the soul stone but they lost you. Natasha, your best friend who treated you as her own sister cried in agony as Clint held her against him.

“She’s gone” she sobbed.

After everyone was back, Steve made a headcount but one was missing. His heart started beating faster and he started feeling anxious.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked the two teammates.

Natasha and Clint looked at each other and then Natasha sobbed.

“She’s- I couldn’t stop her”

Steve’s jaw clenched as he fell on his knees.

He fucked up.

He fucked up big time.

He lost his only chance and it’s all because he couldn’t see what was in front of him. He liked loved you but he never saw you reciprocate his feelings. That was until Natasha screamed at him about how she always wanted him and how she always planned on telling him until Peggy and Sharon.

The love has always been there.

‘I should have told you what you meant to me

Cause now I pay the price‘

“Do you ever just think if you could love someone knowing that you can lose them anytime?” Steve suddenly asked.

Y/N gave him a funny look but then answered. “Well I’d rather have spent a quarter of my life with someone I love instead of regretting every second of my life not having the chance to feel what it would be like to be with that someone.”

~end?

[mymarvelbunch]

Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (part 8)

Masterlist

Summary: You’ve lost all your family and most friends in The Decimation. Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, you dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. Upon finding something that might help, you search for the Avengers’ help. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but in reality it’s mostly Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader

Warnings: violence.

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously (summary): Y/N gets captured by Thanos. After Bruce reversed the Snap, all the Avengers set course to 2014 to rescue Y/N, who had already fled to Asgard, thanks to 2014 Gamora and Nebula’s efforts. Steve realizes he’s in love with Y/N and is desperate to get her back safe and sound.

Part Eight

You woke up to see... Nebula?

She wasn’t an exact clone of the one you knew, which meant you were still in 2014. Beside her, a green humanoid female stood. You remembered seeing her frame in Nebula’s transmission, so she must be Gamora.

You were tied down, arms and legs, and gagged. The room around you was purple and black, and cold. You looked down to see your damaged timer still there.

“Thanos ordered us to... interrogate you”, Gamora began. “And we will... but we have a proposal first.”

2014 Nebula spoke. “First, you have to promise you won’t scream.” You nodded. Of course you weren’t going to scream, and Gamora’s words and body language indicated that whatever proposal she had in mind could truly benefit you. Nebula took your gag off. “The Nebula you were with... she betrayed Thanos before his death, didn’t she?”

You nodded. “I don’t know all the details, but I know she had already turned on him before the Decimation.” At Gamora’s frown, you proceeded, “It’s what we call the event in which Thanos killed half of the universe’s living beings. He was killed soon after, and my Nebula was the one to give his location away. Willingly.”

The two sister exchanged glances. “Where am I?”, Gamora asked. “In your future?”

You bit your lip. “Dead. Thanos sacrificed you for the Soul Stone.” You weren’t completely sure of it, but you firmly believed that theory. And Thanos did kill Gamora, whatever his reason had been.

“Is there any way this can be changed?” Past Nebula asked in a tone that reminded you of the one you sent back to 2021. You let a half-smile slip.

“This is... an alternate universe. Not mine. Whatever we do here won’t affect my present, only your own future. We... have our reasons to be here, reasons I’d rather not say in this ship.”

“We have a suspicion”, Gamora replied, “but you have a right not to confirm it. What is your name?” You told her. “So, Y/N, here’s the deal: you tell us all you know about our future and how we escaped Thanos’ grasp, and in exchange we will aid your escape. No one can watch or hear us in this room; we’re safe.”

“We have no intention of seeing Thanos’ plan through”, Nebula added. “He wants to repair your watch and send us to your year. We know it’ll only lead to destruction.”

You suspected their determination to sabotage Thanos was strengthened after you told them of Gamora’s death, but you didn’t question anything. You simply nodded. “What else do you want to know?”

.

Their interrogation lasted shorter than you expected. You told them what little you knew about Gamora’s last four years of life, especially about the Guardians of the Galaxy, and about the Soul Stone.

Gamora’s final question was, “Are your companions coming to get you?”

You shrugged. “My Nebula wanted to, and I think the rest would like to come back as well. I’m not sure if they will able to, though.” You remembered Stark saying that they had a limited supply of Pym Particles, which was why it was so important they got all the Stones at first try. You didn’t know if there were enough of them to make another trip.

Besides, this was an alternate timeline. It was possible that, if they tried to go back to 2014 again, they’d just end up in another 2014, in which you and Nebula hadn’t arrived at. You hoped it wasn’t the case.

“Regardless”, Nebula said, “we can’t let you stay here for long. Sooner or later Thanos will find out we didn’t do what he told us to do, and it’s best if you are already out of this ship by then.”

“We have untraceable escape pods, don’t we?”, Gamora asked her sister. At the later’s nod, she said, “Then we’ll put you on one to a place where your watch can be fixed and you can safely go back to your own time, without our father breathing on your neck.” She then knelt and untied your legs. “We’ll keep your arms tied for now, in case we are seen.”

You nodded. “Can I go to Asgard?”, you asked as you stood up.

Gamora frowned. “I thought you’d want to go to Earth. Wasn’t you watch built there?”

“Yes, but in years from now. I don’t know if my companions have the resources required to repair it today. Besides, there is another me there at the moment. I don’t want to draw attention.”

“Someone from Earth in Asgard is bound to draw attention”, Nebula said.

“If I recall correctly, it wouldn’t be the first time.” Thor’s story left unclear if Jane Foster had been on Asgard while possessed by the Reality Stone, but where else would they have been able to remove it?

“Then we’ll program the pod to take you there”, she replied with a nod. Then Gamora unlocked the door and grabbed you by the arm. “Act as a prisoner”, she whispered. You tensed, and it wasn’t all acting.

For a moment, you wondered if the two hadn’t lured you into a trap. You were completely at their mercy, and your timer could be easily snatched away. Nebula’s and Rocket’s stories let you think that both sisters were already thinking about deflecting in 2014, but what if they hadn’t yet?

They didn’t ask a single thing that could actually help them on repairing your timer, but maybe they had already figured out a way to travel in time while you were unconscious. How, you couldn’t imagine, but it was possible. If that was the case, they were simply trying to discover what was waiting for them in 2021 to go more prepared, and now that they were done with you, you’d be killed.

You mentally revised what you told them. There was next to no information on anyone aside from the Guardians, and since you barely knew them, there wasn’t much to tell. But... oh no. You said your ‘companions’ could come to your rescue.

It meant more timers to steal and figure out its use. Timers that didn’t require repairs. If your fears were true, you truly would be better off killed for them.

Was that it? Were they taking you to your freedom, or to your death?

Consumed as you were by your thoughts, you didn’t notice you three had been caught until a couple aliens started shooting. Gamora quickly led you to another corridor, while Nebula stayed behind. “What...?”

“Don’t look back, just come!”, Gamora whispered-shouted as you two ran. Eventually you arrived in a section full of tiny ships. More slowly this time, the green woman inspected each ship carefully. “Here”, she finally said. “This one.” She opened it and untied your arms. Then she typed a few things you didn’t understand. “It’s on autopilot, so you won’t have to do anything. Let’s just hope no one will get in your way. Farewell, Y/N. Stay safe.”

“You too”, you replied. “Thank you for everything.”

She gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. Goodbye.”

Then, she closed the ship, and it landed off. 

.

Thanks to the multiple space jumps at light speed, you ended passing out, and you had no idea how much time had passed when you arrived at Asgard. It was pure luck that you managed to wake up in time to see the flat planet from above.

It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, but you barely had time to admire it, as the pod landed fast on a bridge.

As you got out of the pod, a man ran to you. “I’ll have to take you to Allfather”, he announced.

“Oh, great”, you said. “He’s the one I’d like to talk to.”

As the man led you inside the huge castle, you tried to remember how Loki looked like. Thor said his friend Sif had disclosed the location of the Reality Stone only to Loki, so you guessed he must have been the king at the time it happened. Also, he said Loki retrieved the Tesseract upon escaping 2017 Asgard. How else would he know where it was, if he wasn’t king?

At least, that was what you thought, until you saw an old man sitting on the throne. Odin?

“Thank you, Skurge”, the supposed king said as the guard awkwardly introduce you - he had forgotten to interrogate you, so he had nothing to say. “I’ll take it from here. Please, go back to your post.”

‘Skurge’ nodded and hurried out. You turned to the man and said, “I’m honored to meet you, Allfather, but I was actually looking for your sons, Thor and Loki.”

The man frowned. “What do you want from them?”

“I am from the future, Your Highness. Seven years from now, to be more precise. I’ve met Thor, and he spoke much of his brother, and I firmly believe the two of them can help me go back to my time before Thanos captures me again.”

The king frowned at the mention of Thanos, and asked you a more detailed story. You told him about how, in your time, half of the universe had been wiped out with the power of the Infinity Stones, and how you and a team of experts had figured out how to travel in time to undo all the deaths. You also briefly explained how you ended up caught by Thanos, who wanted your timer to go to your present and destroy your team and stop your efforts.

“It’s urgent that we take you out of this time, indeed”, he said at the end of your speech. “However, I’m afraid we can’t contact my sons. Thor is in Midgard as we speak, and Loki died last year.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but Thor was very clear when telling us that Loki died in 2018. That’s four years from now.”

The king adjusted himself in his seat. “How can you be so sure of this?”

“He said Loki died protecting the Space Stone from Thanos. A hero’s death. And before that, a woman named Sif told him where she hid the Reality Stone after taking it from Jane Foster, a Midgardian. Honestly, I came here assuming he was king.” You deeply hoped you weren’t spilling away any secrets.

The king seemed stunned for a moment. “Follow me, lady.” You obeyed, following him to a room near the throne hall. As he closed the door behind you, a bright light surrounded him, and in the place of the old man was one you instantly recognized as Loki himself. “I suppose there is no point in hiding”, he said, more to himself than to you.

You blinked. “What?”, was all you could say.

“I have my reasons to do this”, he replied, seemingly offended. “Now, you said you were looking for me and Thor to repair your timer.”

“Yes. It was built on Earth, or Midgard as you called, but Asgard is more technologically advanced, and I guessed it would be safer to come here than to my obvious birth planet.”

He nodded. “A wise decision. I suspected you were not from this dimension since you showed up. My mother would probably have sensed exactly what you were, but she died before she could teach me more advanced magic. I will see how can I help you.” A pause. “Thanos kidnapped me once. You must know of the Chitauri invasion, since it was on your planet.” You nodded. “I won’t say I was innocent, but under a right mind I’d never try to destroy Midgard and rule it. Thanos used the Mind Stone on me, in a refined and twisted way. Mother spent months working on cleaning my mind off his influence. Point is, I know how destructive Thanos is and wants to be. One of my goals as king is to strengthen Asgardians forces to defeat him, but I suppose this doesn’t happen in your future.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what happened to this planet, but it was abandoned in 2018. There is little left of your people, and they live on a settlement on Earth. The last defense against Thanos before he used the Stones were the Avengers, and an army from Wakanda, which is a country on Earth.”

He frowned. “Only one army fought against him?”

“Earth wasn’t aware of the threat until it was too late.”

He nodded slowly. “I understand. Well, we can’t let him reach you again. You said you were told you escape pod has no track inside, but I don’t think we can rely on that information. We need to act fast.”

A knock was heard. Loki assumed his disguise again and opened it. Skurge was panting. “An army arrived at the bridge. Thor seems to be with them, but he looks... quite different.”

“Let them come”, he said solemnly. Skurge nodded and hurried back. “I suppose they come from your future. How... different is Thor?”

You sighed. “He suffered a lot from losing you... and losing everyone else. He’s depressed, and it took a lot of effort to even bring him to battle.”

Loki’s Old Man face was sad as he left the room and led you back to the throne hall.

Steve must have seen you before you saw him - or anyone else -, because he hurried to you and hugged you before you could even wave at the team. “Thank God you’re okay”, he whispered. You hugged him back as tightly as you could.

“Thank you for coming”, you replied. He broke the hug and looked at you.

“Are you kidding me? I’d die before I let anything happen to you.”

Your heart skipped several beats at his words, and you were sure your cheeks were red.

“Hey, hey, let the poor girl breathe a little!”, you heard Stark say, and tilted your head to see him approach you. At the back, Loki had already dropped his disguise, and seemed to be having a heartfelt talk with Thor. You also noticed, with great delight, that there were many faces you didn’t recognize, meaning Nebula followed your wishes and brought everyone back before coming. “I brought you a new timer. It’s quicker than trying to repair this one here.” He gave you the timer as you took the broken one off. Just as you were placing the new one on your wrist, the castle started shaking - you almost let the timer fall, but you held it tight.

“What’s happening?”, you shouted.

“Thanos is here!”, someone you didn’t know (an Avenger brought from the ashes, you guessed) exclaimed. “Shooting at us!”

Your eyes widened. “I thought the escape pod was untraceable!”

“And it is!”, someone exclaimed. Gamora was there? “I don’t know how they found out!”

You saw Steve turning to her with anger in his expression, but Nebula - your Nebula - jumped in her sister’s defense. “Was 2014 me aware of where the pod was going?” Gamora nodded. “Then Thanos checked the footage of her eye upon retrieving her body.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. 2014 Nebula had died aiding your escape, then. And you feared she was lying to you...

Steve sighed and turned to you. “All the more reason to get you back to our present”, he said. “Put on your timer on. I’ll go with you.”

You wholeheartedly agreed with him. You just wanted to go home. “But what about the rest of the team?”, you asked. “They all carry timers that can be stolen by Thanos.”

“Don’t worry about that”, Thor said, hand raised in your direction in a weird manner. “This Asgard can defend itself.”

“Okay...”, you said, “but what exactly are you doing? This doesn’t seem to help anything, with all due respect.”

“Sometimes it takes time to get here”, Loki replied casually, as if you were supposed to know what he was talking about.

You imitated Thor’s gesture to see if it helped you understand. When it failed, you asked “What takes time to-”, you were interrupted by an impact on your hand.

You screamed.

“WHY IS THERE A HAMMER IN MY HAND?”

You felt hands on your shoulders and heard a laugh. Too tense to drop the hammer down, you turned to see Steve smiling. And half of the audience carrying surprised expressions on their faces. “What?”, you said.

Thor laughed loudly. “A worthy sister-in-arms!”

Loki frowned. “Since when does a Midgardian fits Odin’s spell of worth?”

It was your turn to frown. The ground began to shake more. “What spell of worth?”

It was a woman warrior who answered, “'Whosoever holds this hammer, if be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor’. I think you should stay and battle, after all. Thor already has Stormbreaker.”

You looked at Steve. “If that’s what you want”, he said. “I’m pretty sure you are capable of fighting at this point.” He was still smiling, as if he was proud of you. You made a mental note to ask more on that later.

There wasn’t much to think, though. The hall fell down, and while everyone managed to escape the ruins, Thanos and his army approached. You adjusted your new timer and prepared yourself, weapon in hand. Steve raised his shield.

.

The power of Thor was awesome. It came intuitively, as if you were born to hold that hammer, and it was beautiful to see.

However, it didn’t make you invulnerable to attacks, and the hammer wasn’t that good at defense. Thankfully, Steve was always by your side, and his shield helped a lot. A few knives on your pocket helped as well - thankfully, Gamora and Nebula didn’t empty your suit.

Speaking of the sisters, from a distance you saw the two of them uniting to kill Thanos. Most of his allies flew off after that, but his most loyal - and powerful - ones stayed and kept attacking. “I think we’re done here”, Steve whispered.

“I agree”, you said. “I’m okay with leaving.”

You dropped the hammer and activated your suit. There was no place for goodbyes as you and Steve turned the timer on.

.

Avengers Headquarters, 2021

You felt dizzy as you saw the time machine controls around you. You heard Banner’s voice ask where everyone else was. “They’ll come back anytime soon”, Steve replied as he held you. “I’ll take her to rest”, he added, and picked you bride-style. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

All exhaustion from the day (God, it all been only a day) overwhelmed you as Steve took you to... a room. Your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open enough for you to see if it was yours or not.

You felt yourself being laid down on a bed, but couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Steve just yet. He was so warm... “Y/N?”, he prompted.

“You’re warm”, you said simply. “Warm...”, and darkness came again, but this time you welcomed it.

Next

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Action all packed, now it’s only fluff ahead! I decided against detailing the battle because of the following reasons:

It would be hard to describe the battle from the POV of someone who had no experience in fighting and would have little idea of what was happening.

This chapter was long enough already.

I didn’t want this fic to have too much graphic violence.

The person who announced Thanos’ arrival is Strange. The ‘woman warrior’ who recited Odin’s spell is Sif (in part 7, Sif is brought to fight after coming back; in canon she died in the Snap).

Taglist (open!): @autobotgirl15-blog​ @starstrucknature @cheeseburgersstuff​ @aamzter2013

[underoosweb]

Salvation Ch.6

WARNING: CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS

ANGST

Tags are open

Pairing: Tony Stark x Stark!reader, Peter Parker x Reader (eventually)

Tony, Steve, and Thor looked around when portals started to open. T’challa appeared along with Okyere, Shuri and the tribes. Other portals started opening up, Tony scanned every single one, he slowly started to panic when he didn’t see Y/N. He did sigh in relief when he saw Peter come out of the portals. Tony looked back at T’challa. T’challa smiled at the man and moved to the side. There she was, staring at Peter and Peter staring back at her. Y/N looked around and was met with her father’s brown eyes filled with tears, her eyes filled with tears and she smiled at him. Tony smiled back at his daughter. Y/N wanted to make her way towards him but was stopped by T’challa, Y/N looked at him and he handed her a shield along with a sword. Steve stood in front of the group.

“Is that everyone?” Dr. Strange asked

“What you wanted more?” Wong asked annoyed

Scott appeared from the rubble dropping Rhodey, Rocket, and Bruce. Y/N smiled at her uncles. Pepper appeared in her suit, she turned back to look for Y/N and she smiled a let out a sob. Y/N months

‘'I’m ok.” Pepper nodded turning her attention back to Thano’s army.

“AVENGERS.”

Everyone took a ready stance.

“ASSEMBLE.”  

They were off.  Y/N could feel her legs burn as she ran through Thano’s men. Nat taught her how to find, she always told her you may never know when it might come in handy. Tony and Pepper fought alongside each other, he landed on the floor blasting the aliens when he got hit and smashed into the rocks. Tony tried to fire at him when a web caught onto the creature and pulled him away, Scott finished it off by stepping on him. Peter looked around for Y/N when he found her, he shot his web at her and pulled her towards him. Peter swung them to Tony, he lifted him up and Tony’s masked come off

“Hey, holy cow. You’re not going to believe what’s been going on. Do you remember when we were in space?” Tony’s eyes filled with tears

“And I got all dusty? And I must of past out cause I woke up and you were gone, but Dr. Strange was there and he was like it’s been 5 years come on they need us and then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time.” Peter started doing the hand motions. Tony stumbled his way

“What are you doing?” Peter asked. Tony wrapped his arms around the boy and Peter did the same. Tony could feel the tears running down his face

“Oh…oh… This is nice.” Tony hugged Peter harder. Tony pulled away from Peter and looked at his daughter

“Hi, dad.”

“Bug.” Y/N cried as she ran into his arms.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

The two pulled away from each other and Tony caressed her face. Y/N let out a small laugh

“Dad, you look older.”

“Hey, I look great.” Y/N rolled her eyes

“Always.” Y/N turned to Peter checking his face and sighed in relief that he wasn’t hurt. She turned back to her father and look at the cut on his head

“You gotta be careful old man.”

“I’m always careful.”

“Sure.”

“Y/N I need help.” Y/N turned back and looked at Shuri

“Go.” Her dad said, Y/N nodded and ran towards Shuri

“Hey, Pete.”

“Mr. Stark?”

“I know you like my daughter. Take care of her. Treat her right.” Peter blushed

“Mr. Stark, I-”

“You have my blessing to date. Just take care of each other. Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Now let’s get this son of a bitch.”

Clint ran through the battle

“Hey, Cap? What do you want me to do with this damn thing?” Clint motioned to the gauntlet.

“Get those stones far away as possible.”

“No!” Bruce yelled

“We need to get them back where they came from.”

“There’s no way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel.” Tony replied

“Hold on,” Scott shrunk down

“That wasn’t our only time machine.” The car alarm went off. Steve looked around

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van?”

“Yes, but you’re not going to like where it’s parked,” Valkyrie replied.

“Scott how long till it works?” Tony asked

“Umm, maybe 10 minutes.”

“Get it started, we’ll get the stones to you,” Steve replied.

Tony landed in front of Dr. Strange and asked

“Hey, you said out of 14 million we win 1. Is this is?”

“If I tell you it won’t happen.” Tony nodded.

Y/N could feel her body giving out, but she had to continue, she couldn’t stop. She had to keep fighting for her family.

“Sir.” Thaos turned towards Clint, he made his way over and Tony made his way to stop him.

“Clint, give it to me.” Clint passed the stones to T'challa and he ran. Thanos knocked T'challa over and Wanda appeared in front of Thanos. Y/N looked at Wanda

“Oh shit, she’s pissed.”

“Yup.” Pepper replied

T'challa made his way back to the stones and Peter took it out of his hands.

“Activate instant kill.”

Peter kept giving himself a pep talk

“Hey, Peter?” Y/N asked

“Yeah?”

“You sure you got this?”

“No yeah, totally.”

“Uh huh.” Y/N rolled her eyes

“Men…” She mumbled

She made her way to help Peter, she killed every single alien that headed her way.

Thanos yelled out for his minion to rain fire, next thing Y/N feels is being knocked to the ground

“Y/N!” Peter made his way and dragged her out of the firing zone and hid by a rock, Peter covered her with his body as the lasers kept shooting. Then it stopped, the shots turn to the sky

“F.R.I.D.A.Y what are they shooting at?”

“Something just entered the upper atmosphere.”

Then the ship went down, Carol made her entrance and everyone smiled. Y/N groaned and coughed, Peter looked down at her.

“Hey, hey… You okay?” Y/N opened her eyes to meet with Peter’s brown ones, now that she got a closer look they were the color of the earth, but just as rain hits, they were warm and inviting, they made her feel like home. Peter could feel Y/N’s breathing getting heavier, he looked at her with worry.

“Y/N, you ok?” She blinked

“Yeah..I’m fine.” They continued to just stare at each other until they heard a cough. The two teens turned their attention to the person. Carol stood in front of the teens.

“Hi… I’m Peter Parker.”

“Y/N Stark. Umm Pete, you can get off of me now.”

“Oh right.” Peter quickly stood up

“Sorry.” Y/N shook her head and stood

“Hi, Peter Parker, Miss Stark. You got something for me?” Peter grabbed the gauntlet and looked towards the army coming after them

“I have no idea how you’re going to get it through that.”

Wanda, Valkyrie, Pepper, Okoye, Mantis, Shuri, Hope, Gamora and Nebula appeared

“Don’t worry she’s got help.”

Y/N looked at Peter

“You’re bleeding.”

“Am I?” Y/N nodded

“Is that because of me?” Peter shook his head

“No, got it earlier.”

“Looks like I’ll have to patch you up.” Peter smiled at her

“Yes, ma'am.” 

They watched as the group of women warriors made their way through the field, then the van exploded. Thanos destroyed the van. The gauntlet landed in front of Tony and Thanos and they fought. Thanos grabbed the gauntlet and Carol stopped him, he tried and tried to get rid of her but he couldn’t then he grabbed the power stone and moved it to his other hand, punching Carol knocking her out. Tony stared at Thanos and looked at Dr. Strange. Strange held up 1 finger. Tony gulped and nodded. Tony stood and grabbed the gauntlet, Thanos kicked Tony away. Thanos smirked

“ I am inevitable.” He snapped his fingers and everyone winced but nothing happened. Tony kneeled and held up his arm, the stones fitting perfectly on his iron suit. Y/N looked at her father

“NO!” she screamed and ran towards him.

“And I….Am….Iron…Man.” he snapped his fingers. White, white was all Tony could see, his body felt like it was on fire; he wanted to scream out but he couldn’t.

“NO!” Y/N screamed and fell to her knees a couple feet away from her father. She watched as Thano’s army turned to dust. Thanos looked around with a defeated look on his face. Y/N laughed through her tears

“You. Lost.” Thanos stared at her, he slowly made his way over to sit on the ruble and turned to dust. Y/N stood and made her way to her father, Rhodey and Peter appeared next to her. Rhodey caressed Tony’s face.

“Mr. Stark. Hey,” Peter said in a shaky voice

“Mr. Stark, can you hear me? It’s Peter.” Tony said nothing and stared at the boy. Peter’s voice became strained and tears slowly ran down his cheeks.

“We won, Mr. Stark. We won Mr. Stark. We won. You did it, sir, you did it. I’m sorry… Don't…” Peter couldn’t even finish his sentence, Y/N placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder and he moved over.

“Dad… Hey dad.” Tony looked at his daughter, Y/N could see a flash of sadness in his eyes

“Bug..” He barely managed to say

“I love you..” Y/N said as she caressed his cheek

“I….love…you…forever….and….always.” Y/N let out a choked sob and smiled

“Forever and always.” she kissed her dad’s cheek one last time. Pepper placed her hand on Y/N shoulder and she moved to sit next to Peter. Peter wrapped his arms around her and they both silently cried while holding each other.

“Hey,” Tony turned and looked at Pepper

“Pep..” She placed her hand over his

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Life functions critical.” Tony smiled at her and looked at his daughter, tears filled his eyes and he gave her a reassuring smile, Y/N gave him one back.

“Tony.” Tony looked away

“Look at me.” He turned his gaze back to Pepper

“Hmm..”

“We’re gonna be okay.” Pepper smiled and Tony looked away. All he could think about was them, Pepper, Peter, Y/N, and Morgan. He kept them safe, he kept everyone safe, he felt at peace. Tony smiled.

“You can rest now,” Pepper said while running her fingers through his hair and Tony breathed in one final breath and then the light went off. Pepper cried and kissed his cheek, everyone around them started to cry. Y/N felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. Peter just sat there and held onto the broken girl. Steve made his way towards Pepper and hugged her. Y/N unwrapped herself from Peter, stood while holding his hand and made their way to Steve and Pepper, they hugged. They all stood in silence, all you could hear were the sounds of whimpers. Steve made his way and lifted Tony up, he carried him away from the battle and carried him home. Everyone quietly followed the Captain.

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Where I belong

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Synopsis: Peter Quill meets his father, and his fathers ‘pet’. She and Peter have an instant attraction towards each other and wants to help him. (That’s a terrible summary, and I apologize)

Word count: 2573

Warnings: Some unwanted physical attention

Mantis, Ego, and you were on a ship following an orange and blue ship called the Milano. According to Ego, his long lost son is on the Milano. One of his sons at least. You follow the damaged ship onto the closest planet. Ego is practically glowing in excitement.

“After all these years, I’ve found you,” Ego exclaims to his son when you all exit the ship.

“Who the hell are you?” the son asks. You almost chance a look at him, but decide it isn’t worth the punishment later. So you stand with your back straight, head down, and hands clasped behind your back.

“I figured my rugged good looks would make that obvious. My name's  Ego. And I'm your Dad, Peter,” Ego smiles. “He’s quite attractive isn’t he (Y/N)?”

You finally look up to Peter Quill, the man Ego hasn’t stopped talking about since it was said that Peter held an infinity stone. Not that Ego would explain what those stones were to you, or what the significance of holding one was.

Your lips part slightly at the sight of the man in front of you. He’s wearing a tight grey shirt, black tactical pants, and he’s holding a gun in each hand. His strawberry blonde hair is is styled upwards, and his strange pointy sideburns, mustache, and beard are attractive on him.

“He obviously gets his attractiveness from you,” you finally spit out to Ego. You try to pretend your voice isn’t strained from staring at this Peter guy.

“That’s a lovely answer my pet,” Ego smirks, and smacks you on the butt. You gasp and instantly tense up at his touch, you can only hold him off for so long. “I’m sure you have questions for me,” Ego smiles at Peter and starts to setup a fire to make dinner.

The next morning Peter, the green girl Gamora, and the shirtless man Drax join you guys on Ego’s ship. Peter added a long red ravager jacket and a red scarf to his outfit, and he somehow managed to be more attractive than last night.

You go and help Ego prepare for sleep while Mantis and the Guardians sit on the couches. “You look ravishing today,” Ego smile at you.

“Why thank you,” you use a high pitched voice and force a smile. As Ego lays on the bed, he reaches an arm around you and grabs your butt again. “What are you doing?” you ask carefully.

“Taking what’s mine,” he smirks and pulls you into a kiss. His tongue forces your mouth open and explores it. He tries to pull you on top of him, but you pull away instead.

“Not while your son and his friends are on the ship,” you laugh nervously. You kiss his cheek before heading towards the door. “Try and get some sleep, I’ll find Mantis and send her in.”

“Thank you my pet,” he smiles at you before you close the door behind you. You let out a shaky sigh and head to the seating area.

“You feel love,” Mantis’s misty voice grows louder as you get closer to the group. You can see that she’s touching Peter and now pointing at Gamora. “It’s a sexual love, for her.”

“I feel a sexual love for almost every woman,” Peter shrugs.

“Mantis, Ego needs you,” you say quietly, feeling bad for interrupting.

“It’s the pet,” Drax laughs light heartedly.

“Please don’t call me that,” you flinch. “I’m not a pet.” Peter smacks Drax’s arm as you turn back to Mantis.

You and Mantis clasp arms, and she almost recoils at how strong your emotions are.

“What does she feel?” Drax asks Mantis.

“I’m not sure if-” Mantis starts to say nervously before you cut her off.

“It's fine Mantis, you can tell them,” you give a soft smile.

“She feels sadness, anger, and much disgust,” Mantis says, her eyes hold sadness for you. “I can also make people feel things. I use it to help Ego sleep, and to help (Y/N).”

“Help her how?” Peter asks.

“Calm,” Mantis says. Your body relaxes and you slump into the seat next to you. Mantis lets go of your arm and heads to where Ego is sleeping.

“How come you look like Quill?” Drax asks. “Is Ego your father too?”

“No. But Peter is half terrin and I’m full terrin,” you smile at Drax. “Is that a walkman?” you ask Peter as your face lights up. You haven’t seen one since you were on Earth.

“Yeah,” his eyebrows furrow and he fights back a smile.

“How long have you been here?” Gamora asks.

“Oh, um,” you stutter. “What year is it?” you twiddle your thumbs and look at the ground embarrassed.

“2017,” Peter looks concerned. Your mouth falls open slightly as you stare at him in shock.

“About sixteen years,” you finally regain your composure. “I’ve been in Ego’s ‘care’ since I was fifteen.” You fiddle with the hem of your white dress. White for purity, Ego has made it clear that he wants to be the one that takes that away from you.

“Would you want to take a walk around the ship?” Peter asks you.

“I don’t know if I should,” you glance up at him. “Ego might wake up and get upset if I’m not there.”

“He should be out until we get back,” Mantis says from behind you.

“Then a walk sounds great,” you shyly smile at Peter before looking back to the ground.

For a while the two of you walk around in silence, before he finally speaks up. “What does my father have you do?”

“I do whatever Ego wants me to,” you stare intently at your white slippers as you continue the walk.

“Have you to ever, ya know, done stuff?” Peter quits walking and stares at you.

“No!” you defend yourself, before your voice softens to a whisper. “Ego wants that, but I’ve been avoiding it for years. At first he agreed that I was too young, but now that I’m out of my teens- and apparently twenties- he’s trying harder.”

“Can’t you leave?” he asks quietly, his hand gently grabbing yours. You inhale at the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I’m afraid not. My parents sold me to him, so he owns me. I have no freewill to leave,” you squeeze his hand gently.

“What does Ego want with me?” he quickly changes the subject after he sees the sadness in your eyes.

“If you think being nice to me and taking a walk will make me tell you what’s going on, you’re wrong,” Peter’s face falls. “If I knew I would tell you, but Ego tells me nothing.”

“That’s not why I’m being nice to you, I was just curious,” Peter takes a step closer.

“Please be careful Peter,” you squeeze his hand tighter as your eyes plead with him. “I may not know what’s going on but I do have a hunch. I think it has something to do with your heritage. He’s had other children of his come, but I’ve never met them. They always leave soon after they arrive. Ego kept pushing me to have a child with him, but when he heard of you he stopped. You seem really nice, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Thank you (Y/N),” he pulls you into a hug. It’s as if Mantis touched you again, a sense of calm rushes over your body. You melt into his arms and hug him back.

Back on Ego’s planet form, you walk through the halls on your way to find Ego. You hear Gamora and Peter yelling at each other. Gamora storms out of the room and right past you. You carefully walk into the room and Peter sits on a couch with his head in his hands. The walkman is playing Bring it home to me through homemade speakers.

“Are you okay?” you ask him. He looks up from his hands shocked to see you in front of him.

“Dance with me?” he stands and grabs your hand. He pulls you close and you laugh as he spins you around the room. “I love your laugh.” he whispers.

“I haven’t danced since I was in high school, not since my freshman year homecoming.”

“Well everyone’s missing out then,” Peter smiles.

“You alright, son? I saw your girl stomp off earlier in quite a huff.” Ego enters the room. “Oh (Y/N), I didn’t know you were here,” he adds slowly.

“I saw Gamora leave angrily, so I thought I would check on Peter,” you say carefully. “He seemed sad so we started dancing to cheer him up.” Peter studies the side of your face as you talk to Ego.

“How very nice of you, my pet,” Ego shoves his ownership of you in your face. Brandy you're a fine girl starts playing through the walkman.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” you lightly stand up, the white dress billowing behind you.

“Wait for me in the main room,” Ego says as you walk out the door.

You walk into the room that had all of the weird white eggs with the memories in them earlier. You kneel down and put your hands in your lap. You wait, and finally Ego and Peter walk through the door. Ego puts Peter into some sort of trance as he tells him about his plan.

You’re shocked when Peter regains enough of his consciousness to question about his friends and mom. You gasp as you find out that ego killed Peter’s mom.

Peter shoots at Ego and his human figure has giant holes in it from where he was hurt. Ego gets angry and puts a tentacle of his power right through Peter’s heart. “Peter!” you scream in agony when you see this. The guardians crash through the side of the building, crushing Ego’s human form and saving Peter.

One of Ego’s tentacles reaches up through the ground and pulls you to the caverns below the surface. The tentacle drops you and you face-plant the ground as Mantis makes Ego sleep. Laser beams break into the surface and Ego wakes as the planet starts to crumble. Ego conjures up tentacle and it wraps around your throat. “I know you’ve taken a liking to my pet here.” he says to Peter as he grips your throat tighter, and you gasp for air. “Now say goodbye to her.” He throws you into the abyss and you scream into nothingness as you fall. You suddenly stop when the air is knocked out of you. You land on the same rock as Gamora and her sister Nebula.

“(Y/N)! No!” Peter screams.

Gamora and Nebula help you climb the rocks with them, up to safety. On the way up you get crushed by rocks, cutting into your skin and tearing your dress. You’re preparing for death to overcome you, for the millionth time in just a few moments. The rocks suddenly retreat and the sisters help you to the Milano.

You sit silently and wait to see who makes it, and who doesn’t. You’re pounds and you can hear the blood pulsing in your ears, as you wait to see if Peter is alive. You may have just met him, but you’re heart cracks a little as you have to leave him behind.

“Guys!” you exclaim, when you see Peter floating in space a while later. Although he had a suit on it looks like he passed out holding Yondu, at least that’s what you believe his name is. Drax and Gamora leave the ship to retrieve the two. When they reenter, they lay Peter on a metal table and you immediately start checking his injuries.

“If Ego was injured (Y/N) would have to look him over,” Mantis says as Rocket looks like he’s about to stop you. “Let’s give her some space.”

Reluctantly the guardians leave you two be, he has luckily has no major injuries. You smile at how peaceful he looks. As you recheck his arm for the third time, he starts to stir.

“Am I in heaven?” he groggily asks.

“Now why on earth would you be there?” you use a terrin expression.

“Because you’re here,” he lightly strokes your cheek. You laugh slightly before grabbing his hand and putting it back by his side.

“If this was an afterlife I don’t think I would be bruised, cut, or in a ripped dress,” you smile at him.

“I saw you die,” his eyebrows furrow.

“I landed on a rock, Gamora and Nebula helped me onto the ship,” you bite back another smile. “But I thought you died.”

“Well I obviously didn’t,” he smiles and sits up.

“How do you feel?” you ask, worried that he may have hurt his head.

“I feel fine, physically,” he looks at your still joined hands.

“I’m so sorry Peter,” you let go of his hand to pull him into a hug. He sighs into your shoulder and pulls you closer.

“I think there are some extra clothes I could let you borrow,” he changes the subject as he pulls away.

“That would be great,” you smile. He disappears into what you assume as his room, and comes out a few moments later with a pile of red.

“Here ya go, you can go change in my room,” he tosses the clothes at you.

“Are those pants?” you gasp.

“Yeah,” he raises his eyebrows.

“Ego only let me wear dresses,” you fiddle with the red cloth in your hands.

“Well you don’t have to worry about him anymore,” he gently grabs your fidgeting hand. You smile at him before walking to his room to change.

You stare at the red one sleeved vest, tight red pants, and black combat boots. You suddenly become very aware of your curves, and become self-conscious. You take a deep breath before walking out of the room and back to Peter.

“Wow,” he breathes.

“How do I look?” You shyly bite your lip and turn in a circle. You can swear you heard a small groan come from Peter.

“You look amazing,” he smiles at you.

“Thank you,” you feel a blush creep up your cheeks.

“Where do you want to go?” Peter asks. “We can take you back to terra if you want.”

“I don’t know if I want to go back there,” you admit softly. “There’s nothing there for me. I have nowhere that I belong.”

“You belong on this ship,” he says so quietly you almost don’t hear him. Maybe that was the point, but you’re glad you did.

“I do?” you ask hopefully.

“Yeah, you do,” he says confidently this time.Peter walks up to you until your noses are mere inches apart.

“Can I?” he asks as his eye flick down to your lips.

“Please,” you mumble. His lips are instantly on yours, and the feeling is indescribable. He wraps an arm around your waist as the other grabs the back of your neck to keep you close. Your one arm snakes around him and presses into his back while the other caresses his face. You pull apart smiling and out of breath, your fingers gently run over his sideburns.

“We’re so doing that more often,” he murmurs as he leans into your touch. You couldn’t help but laugh, this was the first time you had ever felt like you belonged somewhere.