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"One Of Me Is Cute... But Two Though?" ~ L. Alvez

Summary: When Reader spots her pregnant friend at a Halloween party, the wheels start to turn in her head. If Luke really loves her, won't he love having a second Reader even more?

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,664

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, couch activities, breeding kink, Luke is kind of a mean!dom oops, nicknames (baby, brat; Luke is called daddy once), sorta implied drinking since they take an Uber home but not really, explicit language, lowk this fic was kinda rushed sorry, fic title is of course from "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: so sorry this was not posted on time 😭 hope you guys still enjoy though!

Originally Written: 10/25/2024 through 10/27/2024

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Ever since you'd gotten in the Uber, you'd been sulking. You refused to even look at Luke, your hands staying planted in your lap instead of reaching over to hold his like they normally would. It wasn't his fault—really, no one was at fault—but you couldn't seem to help your pouty nature.

Every so often, Luke would meet you with a pout of his own, his eyes sad as he tried to figure out what exactly was the matter with you. “Baby, please talk to me,” he'd say every few minutes, and every time, you just kept on silently moping.

As you walked into your shared home, his hands landed on your hips. A soft pair of lips peppered kisses along your exposed shoulder, Luke’s silent way of trying to get you to talk to him.

Still, you weren't giving in that easily. You simply let out an annoyed huff, moving away from him and sitting down on the couch.

Hot on your trail, Luke followed, squatting in front of you and reaching to undo your strappy heels. “Okay, you gotta tell me what's going on,” he said, clearly put out despite his calm tone. “I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me what's going on.”

“Doesn't matter if I tell you,” you grumbled, nearly under your breath. “You won't fix the problem anyway.”

His eyebrows raised, his expression somewhere between serious and shocked as he registered what you'd just said. “You wanna try that again?”

A tingle shot to your core as his dominant side started to show. You couldn't deny how much it turned you on when he was mad, so you decided to press a little more. “You heard me,” you said, lips still turned downward in a bratty pout.

Luke stood back up to his full height, practically towering over you as he placed his hands on his hips. Despite his dorky mailman costume, he managed to look sexy in those mid-thigh shorts and navy baseball cap. “I know what I heard,” he said, his words still sounding calm even though his expression told a different story. “I'm giving you a chance to fix it before you earn yourself a little punishment.”

The word punishment sent heat straight through you. You frowned again, not saying anything else on the current topic as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Luke huffed, his anger finally starting to show just a little. “Do I need to fuck a confession out of you?”

Despite how tempting that was, you finally gave in, figuring you should at least try to have a civil conversation about what was bothering you. “I want a baby.”

Luke's mouth dropped open in shock, his eyes widening a little. He didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“Didn't Hannah look so cute in her costume tonight?” you asked with pleading eyes. “Don't you want that to be us next Halloween?”

Some might have found your college roommate's costume a little silly. She'd somehow turned an old cardboard box into an oven and painted a cinnamon roll over her six-month pregnant belly, effectively turning her stomach into “a bun in the oven.” Hannah's husband had his oven mitt-covered hands on her the whole night, proclaiming he was the proudest baker that had ever existed.

However, something about your friend (and her slightly possessive husband) made your baby fever kick in. The thought of Luke knocking you up, the thought of him being absolutely primal with you, sent your head spiraling.

The sound of Luke's deepening voice brought you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “So you thought the best course of action would be to act like a brat until I gave you your way?”

You couldn't help the slight blush that crept its way onto your cheeks. You stayed silent, knowing whatever you said next would probably get you in worse trouble.

He knelt in front of you again, his hands slipping under your dress, fingertips dancing along the expanse of your thighs. “You know, you really don't deserve anything tonight. Acting like I've never taught you any manners.”

With a smirk, you replied, “Maybe you should teach me again.”

Luke’s lips turned upward into a smirk of his own, dragging a finger slowly over your covered core. “You really are a little brat,” he scoffed. Still, his hands slid your dress upward until your thighs were uncovered, revealing the wet spot starting to form on your cherry red panties. “I rest my case,” he said with an eye roll.

“Come on,” you said, puckering your lips outward and giving him puppy eyes. “Can't you give in just a little?”

A low chuckle rumbled through him as he grabbed your legs and pulled you forward. “C'mere, my sexy little love letter.”

Teeth grazed your thigh as his hand pulled at the waistband of your underwear, sliding them off agonizingly slowly. In an instant, his mouth was on your core, attacking you with kitten licks and dirty kisses.

Your legs instinctively tightened around his head, practically holding his face to your center. Though your hands were practically shaking at the pleasure he was already providing you with, you managed to turn his cap around backwards. Instantly, he was diving even further into your center, groaning at the easier access.

A finger replaced his tongue, slipping inside of you and curving exactly the way you needed. You couldn't help the moan that fell from your lips as his mouth joined back in, desperately tonguing at your sensitive bud. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as a second finger joined in, the words a low rumble against your center.

“Luke,” you sighed, his tongue leaving precise licks along your clit. Despite how good his ministrations felt, it simply wasn't enough for you. “You're never gonna get me knocked up if you don't fuck me.”

He scoffed, the hot air of his breath heavenly against your cunt. His fingers stayed inside you despite his mouth leaving your clit, his eyebrows raised as he met your gaze. “You're being a greedy brat right now.”

You started to reply, but the words were cut off as he flexed the digits inside you again, fingertips brushing over that perfect spot it seemed only he could reach. Your hands grasped at the couch cushions, trying to steady yourself in any way you could.

“You want me to knock you up?” Luke asked, his voice practically a growl. He tore his hands away from you, leaving you feeling absolutely empty as he worked on the fastening of his shorts. As he realized your eyes were fully focused on his hard-on, he demanded, “Answer when you're spoken to.”

“Yes,” you managed, nearly salivating as he pulled his cock out of those tiny khaki shorts.

He chuckled, the sound making your pussy ache more, if it was even possible. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

Without warning, he was shoving his length into you, giving you no time to adjust. His movements were quick, hips snapping into yours greedily. This was about him now, about teaching you a lesson and getting his own way.

“You want a baby?” he asked rhetorically, cock slamming into you as he practically held you down to the couch. “Fine. I'll give you a baby.”

Pleased whines slipped between your lips as he practically bullied your cunt. Every ridge and vein slid in and out of you, the friction absolutely delicious and exactly what you needed.

One of his hands met your center again, rubbing fast circles over your bundle of nerves, his eyes still on you to see your reaction to the pleasure. “Gotta cum first if you want me to fill you up,” he instructed, toying with your clit a little harder. “Gotta earn it.”

His filthy words and commands had you keening, your back arching off the sofa. You couldn't form words at this point, only noises that showed him how desperate you truly were. The sound of your bodies moving against each other filled the air, the scent of sex heavy in the air as skin slapped against skin.

You were close, so close to your release. The coil in your stomach burned as you inched closer to your climax, hands meeting Luke's hips and pulling him impossibly closer. “Please, Daddy. Make me cum,” you begged, your head falling back against the couch.

Luke only sped up at that, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. His eyes closed in pleasure, and you could tell from his expression that he was close too. He pulled your pelvis closer to his, his movements shoving you further into the couch. Hips grinded against hips, perfectly in time with the circles he continued to place on your clit.

The new angle was just what you needed to fall over the edge, your orgasm burning through you. Your veins were practically on fire as he fucked you through it, now searching for his own release.

The tiny noises of pleasure coming from you as he fucked you into overstimulation was what he needed to reach his own release. Hot spurts of his seed filled what felt like every inch of you as he finally started to slow his movements.

After a moment of you both catching your breath, Luke lifted you by the waist, holding your body close to his as he headed for the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” you managed to ask, the sound close to a confused giggle, before kissing at the small sliver of his neck you had access to.

With a smirk, he answered, “Gotta make sure it sticks, right? You want a baby or not?”

Your head fell back in a laugh, though you couldn't argue. You were both in for a long night, but you couldn't seem to bring yourself to care. You just kept on kissing his neck as he laid you down on the mattress.

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 9 days ago

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Vice.

Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.6k

Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3

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Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."

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"Italian food."

The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.

"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."

"Look, you asked the question, I answered."

He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.

"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"

She chuckles to herself before confessing.

"Super steamy period romances."

Everyone bursts into more laughter.

"Wait, what?"

"What kind?"

She's clutching at her sides as she answers.

"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."

Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.

"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"

"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."

He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.

"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.

"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."

"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"

"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.

"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"

You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.

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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.

"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."

He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."

You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.

"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.

"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."

He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.

"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."

He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.

"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"

He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.

"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."

His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.

"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."

"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.

"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.

"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."

You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.

"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"

The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.

"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."

You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.

"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.

"Yours is closer."

"Mine it is."

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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"

JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.

"What you thinking about?"

"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."

You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.

"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.

"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."

Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.

"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."

The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.

"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.

Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief.

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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"

You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.

"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"

His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.

His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.

You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."

"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"

The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.

Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."

Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.

"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.

You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.

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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"

You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.

"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.

You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.

"I'm your vice, aren't I?"

You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.

"In your dreams, Alvez."

He nips at your neck before continuing.

"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."

You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."

Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.

"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.

Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 2 months ago

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Pairing: priest!Carlisle Cullen x Reader Word Count: 3.6k words Prompt: Priest Warnings: NSFW, smut, adultery, religious themes, bible scripture recitations, prayers, sacrilege, blasphemy, manipulation in the name of god, corruption(?), mentions of orgies, mentions of cuckholding, power imbalance, creampie, unprotected sex... A/N: Um...this was supposed to be under 1.5k words and it's the only reason all the others aren't the same. So uhh... enjoy this. I know I did, and we all know that we're all going to Hell anyway, but at least we'll see each other there. Thank you and happy reading! A/N #2: I shoulda posted this on Sunday! Aoeiguafdgoaefefd

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Father Carlisle knows your voice. He would know that voice if he was standing in a shouting crowd, even if you were no more than a faint whisper. In his eyes, you are a white rose, so pure and innocent, but so easily stained by the horrors of this world, the sins of humanity.

He likes to think his hand is protecting you from it all. He likes to think his voice washes away the stains, leaving you as perfect as you were before.

Otherwise, he would be nothing more than a splash of red, leaving you forever spoiled.

He nods behind the partition of the confessional, bidding you to continue with his soft and soothing voice. “Carry on, my child. Tell me of your sins.”

Your voice is gentle, as though you are afraid of the church hearing your confession and damning you to an eternity in Hell. But no one is here. It is only you and him, alone in the comfort of this sacred ground.

“I taint my soul with the sin of…of lust,” your voice breaks at the end. Carlisle closes his eyes, imagining you sitting on the other side, playing with your fingers in an attempt to calm yourself. “I have…found myself struggling with impure thoughts.”

He tries his best not to let the thought of it get the better of him. He is a holy man, and you are here seeking atonement. He must keep his composure.

“Describe these thoughts to me,” he implores.

Your breath shudders. He imagines your thighs pressed together, seeking relief from the constant torment of your sins. “I…I have fantasies of…letting a man who is not my husband touch me. Do things to me that would forsake the Lord.”

Carlisle has to keep his eyes closed, and he clutches his rosary in his hand in an attempt to ease himself. “Tell me more.”

“Father?”

Your voice is so gentle. How is he supposed to resist such a beautiful thing? He sometimes thinks you may not be a rose, that you may be a snake coming to tempt him, to drag him to Hell yourself.

“I cannot absolve you of your sins if I do not know the exact nature of them,” he reasons. He convinces himself it is not a lie. At least then he relieves himself of the guilt of further corruption.

You nod. That seems to make sense to you. After all, what reason has he to lie?

“Um…” It takes a moment for you to find your voice. “I-I imagine being pinned down while…while a man takes me. Sometimes I imagine…being taken by more than one man at once…while my husband watches.”

Imprints of his black rosary bury themselves into Carlisle’s hands. Your corruption runs deep. You must be drowning in your own lustful desires right now, and he finds himself tempted to drown with you.

“And…” your breath shudders, “sometimes I imagine you.” You drop your head into your hands, and tears begin to stain your cheeks. “Forgive me, Father. I feel like the Devil has taken my soul,” you cry. “He has tainted it, and he is attempting to turn my soul against yours. I do not know why these thoughts plague me.”

Fantasies of his hands on you choke you in the middle of his sermons. You think of his hands on your waist, on your thighs. You think of him spreading you apart and burying his face between your legs, tasting you like a man to a barrel of wine. You think of his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat while all you do is gasp and moan. You think of him bending you over the altar and taking you, fast and rough as he leaves bruises on your skin that will not go away.

Carlisle has to take a breath, his throat burning with the idea of your lust. He has to clear his mind as similar thoughts threaten to destroy him. He has prayed so many times for God to cleanse his soul of his own sins, and each time, it comes back with a raging fire.

Do not desire her beauty in your heart, and do not let her capture you with her eyelashes…

“You need not to fear, your cries shall not go to waste, child,” he says. His voice alone soothes you, washes over you like a wave of calm. “You remember what the Bible says? ‘When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles.’”

“What should I do, Father?” you plead, turning toward the partition to hardly make out the silhouette of him.

“I worry for your soul,” he admits with a sigh. “If what you describe to me is true, then it may be that the Devil is trying to latch onto your poor soul. Whether or not you have acted upon these desires, the mere thought of such things is already an act of adultery, and your sins shall continue to way upon you until you have atoned.”

Your voice is watery, full of tears that spill slowly down your cheeks. “What should I do?” you repeat, desperate for a resolve, to find yourself walking back in the path of righteousness.

Carlisle has to loosen his grip on his rosary, the pain of such a tight grasp stinging his palm.

“Your sins are great and many,” he begins, “so your atonement shall call for a heavy price.”

He can see you nod quickly through the shape of you behind the partition. “Anything. I will do anything to be pure again, Father.”

He nods. “There is a way to purify you once more. But the method is extreme.” He lets out a breath, feeling it tight in his throat.

“Anything,” you repeat.

“Come to me, my child.”

You pause, thinking over his words before deciding that he knows best. He is a vessel of the Lord, he is the man who can cleanse your soul and make you good again.

You stand, holding your breath as you leave the booth and close the door behind you. With shaky hands, you open his side and see him within. He looks up at you, his pupils wide and dark as he takes in the sight of you.

“Close the door.”

Having him this close, alone in this big, empty church. It is more than you can bear. You fear for your soul and for the plausibility of its rescue as your thoughts twist into the dark space to which it frequently travels.

You close the door behind you, sealing your fate.

“As I see it, your soul and your body have been tainted by lustful sins,” he says. “The only way to purify you once more is to fill your body with that of something holy and good. I would not normally go to such extreme lengths, but you are a good woman who does not deserve to have her soul taken by the Devil.”

He stands, taking the smallest step available to stand toe to toe with you. He is tall, and he smells sweet. It swarms your senses and makes it so difficult to think. Carlisle raises a hand to your chin, pinching it as his thumb reaches up to smooth along your bottom lip.

“I am a man of God. I do only as God wills me. You know this?”

You nod, your breath shallow as you stare at him. He's so beautiful, this beauty could be nothing but holy.

“Yes, Father.”

“Then you know that I do this in service of the Lord, and by allowing me to do this, you also perform in the service of the Lord?”

You nod again. “Yes, Father.”

“Good.” He smiles, reaching a hand up to your shoulder. He moves slowly as he begins to push the fabric of your dress off of your shoulder until he has revealed the soft expanse of flesh beneath. “‘Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.’”

His voice is nearly a purr in your ear, and you shudder as you allow him to touch you. You stand there and allow him to undress you slowly, leaving you bare and him still dressed in his dark robes.

He leans down, his breath hot against your skin and his pants tight as he finally presses his lips to your shoulder. Your eyes shut. He kisses your skin softly, raising a hand to cup the other side of your neck to hold you still. “When we are done, you shall walk again as a woman of God.”

You nod, trying not to drown in the lust and desires that landed you in this position in the first place. There is a part of you that feels so wrong, that feels like you are forsaking the very God to which you are trying to return.

But Father Carlisle is a holy man. If he says this is how you shall atone for your sins, who are you to question him, and thus to question God?

You tilt your head as you let his lips travel along your very flesh, moving up until he tastes the skin of your jaw and up your cheek. You lose breath when he kisses your lips, finally indulging in you like wine. Your sins must run deep if he kisses you with such fervor, pulling your sins from your body like blood from a vein.

His hands reach down to your hips, then further down to your thighs until he is picking you up and wrapping your legs around him. He pushes you into the wall, his mouth devouring you as you hold onto him, whimpers and moans slipping from your mouth.

Your husband has never touched you like this, has never made you feel such passion. When he touches you, it is only as you lay on your back, his hands on your waist as he thrusts into you. He does not look at you, he does not kiss you. He spills inside of you and prays to the Lord for a son to carry his name.

This is much different. You find yourself thanking God for a holy man such as Father Carlisle, one who cares so much for your soul that he is willing to go to such extreme lengths to save it. What a good man, a good and righteous man who tends to his flock in their time of troubles.

“Give yourself to me, and I shall cleanse you.” His breath is heavy, his voice thick. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and wrap your legs tighter around him, trying not to grind against him and bring yourself more sin.

“I give myself to you, Father,” you whimper. “The Bible says, ‘Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things; and give me life in your ways.’ My eyes are turned to you, for I know that you shall give my life to God again.”

His hand tightens around the meat of your thighs. “There is hope for your soul,” he says, reaching for his belt as he begins to undo it, holding your body up against the wall with the strength that God grants him.

You hear the metal clinking as he frees himself, feeling the heat of his cock against your bare flesh. Your hand grips tightly in his hair, and you focus on his eyes as he watches you.

Carlisle kisses you briefly as he strokes the length of his hard cock in his hand, feeling the wetness of your slick folds as you prepare to take him. You whimper, resting your forehead against his own. “I am ready,” you sigh. “Please, take me as you must.”

He does not say anything. He does not need to. With a groan, he nudges the tip of his cock between your folds and pushes inside of you in one long stroke. You close your mouth shut to stifle your moans. You must not make lustful sounds. You must only use your voice to pray to God for your redemption.

You bury your head in his neck, your breaths heavy in his ear as your cunt stretches around him. He holds you securely as his other hand braces himself on the door.

“The Lord says, ‘Flee from sexual immorality.’” Carlisle groans at the way you hug him, slowly pulling out just to thrust back in with a heavy breath. “‘Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body.’”

You cannot help the sound that falls out of you when he thrusts into you so deep that he presses against a spot that has you seeing flashes of white behind your eyes. He turns his lips to your ear as he continues to recite the scripture. “‘Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you,’” he moans, “‘whom you have from God?’”

He finds a new angle as a pit forms within him, thrusting into you in a way that makes it easier to go faster. You clench around him as he shoves his cock inside of you in such a delicious way that all you can do is hold onto him and praise God for him.

His hair falls out of place, loose strands falling into his face as he stares at you with darkened eyes and a face flushed with blood. He grips you tightly, thrusting roughly into the tight heat of your cunt with low grunts and heavy groans.

“‘You are not your own,’” he nearly growls, pleasure gripping his words as he stares at you, “‘for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.’”

Your head falls back against the door, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth open as you try not to moan. The sight of you is a lovely one. Bliss covers every inch of your face, and the heat radiating off of his body makes it so difficult to keep him from taking you to the altar and really sinning.

But he must control himself. He is doing this for you and for God. He is doing this so that you may be pure once more, so that he can save your soul from the evil threatening to devour it. It matters not that, in this state, so blinded by your desire, you look like the most beautiful woman he has ever set his eyes upon. He shall make you good once more.

You look at him with teary eyes as the pleasure builds within you. The silver pendant of the cross around his neck gleams at you in the dark, and you can do nothing more than admire its beauty and his own as he takes your body and rids it of its sin.

“Please, Lord,” you pant as you begin to pray, “take my soul once more into—Ahh!—into Your loving hands.” Your voice builds, too much to take as Carlisle continues to ravish you.

“Good,” he coos, nodding his approval. “Keep going. Let God hear your pleas. Pray only with truth and a pure heart, and He shall answer you in kind.”

Your thighs tighten around him, mewling as he presses so deep within you that your whole body shudders. “Lift me up into the light of Your love,” you whimper, “and make me whole with the love of Your light.” Your head falls into the crook of his neck. “F-Forgive me of my sins, for I w-wish only to serve You, Lord, and be faithful u-until—Mmph!—until the time comes to greet You i-in Your—Oh, Father—t-to greet You in Your kingdom.”

You are barely holding on. When Carlisle presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, your eyes roll back. His breaths are heavy and his face is flushed. He looks like he is only moments away from giving in to the call within him.

“Don't stop,” he pants. “Let Him hear you.”

It is so hard to think with the way he presses into you, with the way he holds you and brings your body to a needy shudder. “I-I…” You struggle to catch your breath. “I ask You, Lord…to heal me, a-and–” Your prayers are cut off by a desperate cry of pleasure.

He holds you tight. His voice is deeper, strained. “Keep going.”

“A-And reclaim my body as Your own, Lord. For You are my Shepherd, and I, Your sheep.” You are a mewling mess, covered in tears as your arousal coats the inside of your thighs and stains the front of his pants. “F-Fill me…” you gasp, “Fill me with Your love and let me be holy once m-more.”

Your cunt tightens around his cock, sucking him in as his thrusts become erratic, deep and shallow thrusts pulling him closer and closer until he can take no more.

“In the Lord's name, we pray…” Carlisle shoves into you with two more harsh thrusts before finally caving.

The flick of his thumb has you falling apart. Your vision goes hazy, and your jaw drops. You have no choice but to cry out as the knot that had been growing in your belly snaps and breaks the dam that crashes through your body like Noah’s flood, washing away your sins and making you anew.

“Amen!” you cry out, your voice broken and hoarse from the pleasure.

Carlisle spills inside of you, his hot cum filling you and painting the inside of your walls. You feel his holiness seeping into your body as he grips your hips so tightly, they will likely bruise by morning's light. He grunts as his hips snap up into you a couple more times, ensuring he has flooded even the deepest parts of you, using his cum as a way to cleanse you from the inside out.

The roaring of blood in your ears eventually dulls to a gentle rush, leaving you panting and heavy in his embrace. Carlisle lingers for a moment, basking in the warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your skin and your release coating his softening cock.

“Amen,” he whispers as he gathers the strength to pull out of you. He sets you on your feet once more, supporting you with a hand to your waist.

He raises his other hand to pinch your chin once more, dipping down to press a long kiss to your lips. “You did very well,” he assures, licking his lips indulgently.

“Thank you, Father,” you sigh heavily, feeling your body still buzzing from such a grand release.

He hums, tucking himself back into his pants with a sigh. He runs a hand through your hair, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. How fortunate he was to have a beauty like you in his church, to cleanse in the name of his Lord…

“‘On this day shall atonement be made for you to cleanse you. You shall be clean before the Lord from all your sins,’” he says in an almost breathless voice.

You smile, dropping to your knees before him as you bow your head to submit to his will and his grace.

Carlisle takes a breath at the sight of you as he brushes his hair back with his fingers, tidying himself once more. He bows his head gently as he crosses himself with a slow hand.

“I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

Tears spring to your eyes, staining your cheeks with your gratitude. You clasp your hands together, looking up at him with shining eyes. “Thank you, Father,” you smile, taking his hand in yours as you kiss the ring which lay upon his finger. “Thank you.”

He moves his hand to pet the top of your head. “You need only thank God, for His is the power that He grants to me to forgive you of your sins.”

You nod, still clasping your hands as you send your thankful prayers to your lord and savior. You grab your clothes as you stand to your feet. Carlisle helps you dress one more and presses the warm palm of his hand to your cheek.

“Go now in peace, and remember that the Lord is merciful,” he says gently. “If the work of the Devil finds your soul once more, know that I am here to help you flee from him. Keep your heart pure for God and only Him, and you shall know the light of Heaven's gates.”

You can no longer refrain as you throw yourself into his arms. He holds you close, sharing in your embrace with a loving kiss to your forehead. “Thank you again, and thank God for you, Father Carlisle,” you beam. “You are a good man.”

He smiles. “I do only what God tells me.”

He pulls reluctantly from your embrace and opens the confessional door. “Go now. God be with you.”

“And also with you.” You bow your head as you take your leave, a new life sprung to your body as he watches you walk away. You glance over your shoulder at him with another grateful smile, and Carlisle returns it before finding his way back to the altar to pray.

He kneels before the dominating cross on the wall, bringing his fingers down from his forehead and then across his shoulders. His voice echoes through the hall. He speaks softly but so full of repentance as he presses his hands together.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

He said to her, 'Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering...

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 2 months ago

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Tell me everything – Carlisle Cullen (smut)

This is what I'd do as a historian, ask Carlisle all about his past. So I had to push (y/n) into this scenario. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader asks Carlisle to read her paper on Europe in the 1680s, asking him for his insights as somebody who has lived through these times. It's only a matter of time until their talks about history turn into something completely different.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), quite some fluff

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (2.7k words)

“Doctor Cullen?” Her voice trembled as she knocked on his door. With her heart in her throat, she held her gaze focused on the door, almost forgetting how to breathe as Carlisle opened it.

“(Y/n), how many times have I told you to call me Carlisle?” His soft chuckles rang in her ears as he stepped aside to let her into his office. She had known Carlisle for a while, had been introduced to him months ago after befriending Alice and being invited to come visit the mansion. It hadn’t taken long for everything to fall into place, for (y/n) to see through the lies and stories, and yet she still wasn’t used to accepting that her closest friends were the way they are.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, but there is something I need your help with.” She sat down on the leather couch he had pointed at. With an encouraging smile shot her way, Carlisle urged her on to keep speaking.

“If I remember correctly, Alice told me you were born in the seventeenth century.” She was close to letting go of a laugh, it felt all too unreal to even speak this sentence. “And I was asked to prepare a paper on Europe in the 1680s, I was wondering if you could read it and share your experiences with me?”

As a history student, (y/n) felt like she had to seize this very opportunity, trying to ignore the excitement flushing through her system at the mere thought of listening to his stories. This felt like she was time travelling, being offered a one in a million chance, she simply had to take.

“Of course, (y/n), I would love to help you. Did you already write the paper?” She tried to ignore the heat flushing through her, fuelled by the strength of his gaze. (Y/n) wasn’t blind, she was all too aware of his attractiveness, and the undeniable attraction she felt for him. And yet she had always been too shy, too scared to even try and be close to the man who seemed to have an all too pure heart.

“I did, here, I printed it out earlier.” His golden eyes followed her every move as she reached for her bag to pull out her paper. Sparks shot down her spine the second their fingers brushed together, leaving her torn between the coldness of his skin and the heat of his intrigued gaze.

“The others will be out hunting tomorrow, but if you don’t mind being alone with me, I could read it today and you could come back tomorrow for a chat?” She had to look away for a moment. It was just a handful of seconds, seconds he picked up on all too easily. Carlisle's smile began to grow wider, adding more fuel to the fire burning inside of her, threatening to burn her right in front of his piercing eyes.

“That would be great, thank you, Carlisle.”

……

“Carlisle?” Her voice echoed through the mansion as she slowly took off her shoes. She heard him call for her, guiding (y/n) up the stairs and into the kitchen, where he seemed to be cooking.

“Alice told me you haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I could make you something.” Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, something she was sure he easily picked up on. It took her a while to move closer, touched by the sweet gesture. With a soft “thank you” rolling off her tongue, (y/n) took the plate from Carlisle to let the heavenly aromas surround her.

“Where did you learn to cook like that when you don’t even eat that stuff?” Carlisle’s hearty laughter filled the room. Pride simmered inside of her, taking every laugh rumbling through him as a big win. The food tasted better than everything she had ever eaten before, sure that she’d now ask him to cook for her whenever she was around.

“With endless time on my hands, I find myself picking up hobbies. I’ve always enjoyed cooking for others.” (Y/n) let go of another satisfied sigh before picking up her empty plate to carry it to the sink, shooting Carlisle a warning gaze as he tried to stop her from cleaning it. A comfortable silence filled the room, it wrapped itself around them like the soft morning breeze, tying them closer together with shared moments they wouldn’t tell the others about.

“Come, let’s go to my study.” He reached his hand out for her to take. It was a simple gesture, accompanied by a bright smile that made her feel as if she was dreaming. Her hand trembled while finding his, allowing Carlisle to lead her through the mansion she had been in too many times to count, making it feel like her second home.

“I have to say, I’m very impressed by your paper, (y/n).” Her eyes grew wider as she pondered over his words, staring at the man who sat down on the couch next to her. Carlisle had his eyes focused on the pages, thumbing through them again while (y/n) seized the seconds to study the handsome man, the face she’d see in sleepless nights whenever her mind started to wander.

“Can you tell me a bit more? It’s nothing I will add to the paper, I promise. But,” she struggled to put her thoughts into words, pondering over every syllable she feared could make her appear stupid.

“It’s alright, love, speak to me.” His hand found its way back to hers, leaving (y/n) torn between the touch and the way he had called her. A shaky breath left her, forcing her body to calm down before she could let him in on the thoughts buzzing through her mind.

“It’s just - I struggle to understand you have lived through all these things I study. And it feels surreal to have you so close and I want to ask you about every detail, which is probably stupid and invasive.” She didn’t dare meet his gaze, focusing on his cold hand rather than the eyes that always managed to draw her in. His other hand let go of the pages, only to reach for her chin, tilting it back up for (y/n) to get lost in his golden pupils.

“That’s not stupid, (y/n). I’m honoured you want to hear about my past and my experiences. I am happy to tell you all about it.” A soft smile tugged on her lips, growing even wider as he matched it. For a few seconds, no words were spoken between them, drawn closer by the returning silence with a comfortable touch both longed for. It would be easy for either one to close the distance between them, unable to fight against the pull that made them feel like two magnets made to fit.

“I’m afraid our time together is about to be cut short.” It only took a few more seconds for (y/n) to hear the sounds of the others returning, making her heart drop in disappointment. Slowly, Carlisle let go of (y/n), he rose to his feet only to watch her mimic his movements with an unreadable expression widening on her features. “Here, why don’t you read through the comments I left and if you have any more questions, we can chat about it some more?”

“That would be great, thank you, Carlisle.” She wasn’t sure what was guiding her at that moment, but before (y/n) could stop herself, she had shifted her weight onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. And without sharing another word, she disappeared from his office with heat clinging to her like a second layer of skin.

……

“No, that’s also a lie.” Carlisle’s laughter reverberated through her apartment, echoing off the walls of her living room. She had called him a while ago, wondering if he’d be up for another chat about her questions. It hadn’t taken him long to find his way to her, making himself comfortable as one question after another left (y/n) – something they had been doing for the past hours.

“How can that be? You just destroyed everything I know about the past centuries.” Another laugh left him before he pulled (y/n) closer. She found herself sitting closer to him, staring up at Carlisle who cupped her cheek with his cold hand. The electricity she felt whenever he touched her was back, buzzing down her spine to leave her heart racing.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my intention to disappoint you, love.” His thumb brushed over her warm skin, leaving her tingling and buzzing while shuffling even closer to him. No further word managed to leave (y/n) while she focused on Carlisle, letting her gaze flicker between his eyes and his lips. The pull she felt was growing stronger by the second, urging her on to close the small distance between them.

“Carlisle,” (y/n) whispered his name as if she hoped that he could understand what she was about to ask of him. And then he finally moved. Their lips clashed together urgently, perfectly fitting together as if they had been created for one another, having to endure years and centuries even while waiting for her to find him.

The kiss wasn’t interrupted once, not as she crawled into his lap, not as he tightened his grip on her neck to keep her close to him. It felt as if he was tasting her blood, high on the taste and scent that had never influenced him this much, begging him to own every part of her body. And for her it was a similar sensation, just as intense even though she had nothing to compare it to, not used to feeling this dizzy from a simple kiss.

“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please.” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his lips. Carlisle’s cold hands found their way beneath her sweater, carefully touching her skin while trying to keep some distance between them and that last line they were craving to cross.

“Talk to me, love. What do you want?” His mouth found her neck while he focused on the sounds of her racing pulse, of her pounding heart and her trembling breaths. He had her trapped, lured into his darkness as if he had always counted on her weakness.

“Everything, I want all of you.” Carlisle rose to his feet without a warning, tearing a squeal from (y/n). Within seconds he had carried her into her bedroom, only to toss her down on the comfortable mattress she was now laying on. She watched him pull out of his sweater, exposing a simple shirt that clung to his muscular upper body, a sight (y/n) would forever remember, taking it to the grave with her.

“If you want me to stop, you have to tell me. Don’t ever stop talking to me.” Their eye contact grew more intense after he had spoken his words, leaving her nodding. Carlisle helped her out of her clothes, moving all too slowly for her liking even though she appreciated him for offering her yet another way out.

“Touch me, please, Carlisle.” With only her panties left on, she felt exposed, vulnerable almost. But the second Carlisle exposed most of his body to her, she could no longer focus on herself, only on him, the cold skin she wanted to feel pressed against her, the body she felt like claiming. Carlisle settled between her thighs, eyes focused on her face as he kissed his way to her heat, pushing her damp panties aside to marvel at her.

“The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” His praise left her chuckling with glee, a sound that turned into a moan the second he brushed his tongue through her slit. Choked moans left (y/n) while her hands tugged on his golden roots, trying to pull him even closer. It felt as if she was about to make it to heaven, touched with such an urgency, she feared that this was nothing but a trick of her excited brain.

“Fuck, Carlisle, you’re so good at this, shit.” Two of his fingers were pushed into her, curled against her swollen spot while he took care of her pulsing bundle. It wouldn’t take her long to fall over the edge should he keep on touching her like this, making her feel as if she was his most prized possession, the only woman he’d ever touch with this much passion.

“I have you, love, give yourself to me.” The words gave her the sudden push, forcing her first orgasm through her while Carlisle kept fucking her with his fingers. Her sounds left him smirking, telling him that she had always wanted him as much as he had wanted her, drawn together by something neither could put into words until now.

“Carlisle,” she drew him closer, up her body to greedily kiss him. Their tongues fought for victory, while she tugged on his underwear, begging him to fully undress so that he could fuck her. Minutes passed by, minutes both used to prepare themselves for what was about to happen, to cross the last line that would keep them connected from this moment on.

“Are you sure about this? This will change everything.” Carlisle brushed her hairs out of her face, smiling down at (y/n) who looked at him as if he was her saviour, the one she’d forever fight for and love until her last moment on this earth.

“I’ve never been so sure of something before.” With a small nod thrown her way, Carlisle got rid of the last layers between them before he positioned himself at her entrance. He reached for her hand to interlace their fingers, holding her close while slowly pushing into her. Both moaned in unison, letting go of their sounds that clawed through them without giving either one a chance to hold back.

She felt perfectly stretched, full by everything he offered to her. (Y/n) never wanted to get out of this moment again, she could die a happy death like this, fucked by the man she had been crushing on, lured closer by her racing heart.

Carlisle didn’t hold back, he didn’t treat her as if she was close to breaking, no, he fucked her like he meant it. Every thrust was symbolic for the sensations they felt, the love growing stronger, the longing they no longer could deny. A perfect match that left them hungry for more.

No words managed to leave (y/n), she was already too far gone, fully concentrating on the feeling of Carlisle fucking her. His cold fingers took care of her pulsing bundle, adding just enough pressure to leave her trembling beneath him. Carlisle dipped his head down to kiss her, to swallow some sounds while his cock brushed her swollen spot with every calculated thrust.

“I won’t last long, Carlisle.” Her confession left him chuckling against her lips. Carlisle didn’t reply, at least not with words, but his thrusts grew faster, pushing her towards the edge once again. (Y/n) tried to scratch at his skin, desperate to hold onto him, but the second her orgasm clashed through her, she lost control of her body, giving herself fully to the sensation.

He kept fucking her, faster with every thrust. Carlisle drew some more moans out of (y/n) while groans kept leaving him, set on burying himself deep inside of her when he came. And with his forehead pressed against hers, he finally let go.

“Who knew sex with a man who is over three hundred years old could be this good?” (Y/n)’s whispers left both laughing. She allowed herself to keep studying him, letting her fingers brush through his strands, while promising herself that she’d live this to the fullest, wherever their path together would lead them.

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 5 months ago

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Spellbound - Geralt

Authors Note: I’m back because I quit my job and have a better schedule at the new job

Warnings: semi smut

Word Count: 4012

Description: geralt fights his feelings until you get trapped in a spell

brothel worker! reader x geralt

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 7 years ago

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Requests are up? How bout throwing some loving Nightwing’s way? I could go for Falcon or Strange getting some time in the sun too.

Requests are, I'll get started on some for those guys as soon as I can

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 7 years ago

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On the main blog, thought I'd share it here in case and of you guys would be interested

I thought I would give you guys a little teaser of what I have been working on outside of the imagines posted on my blogs… hopefully I’ll be posting chapters soon.

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 7 years ago

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Human Cane/A Long Time Coming - Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

“Matt?” I called out loudly, flicking the switch before looking around the room.

“Y/N, whattime is it?” He called groggily from his bed, I chuckled, looking at the watchon my wrist.

“3:45, why are you in bed?” I laughed, sitting on the edge of his bed as Matt sat up, the blanket falling down to reveal his bruised and bloody chest. “Late night?” I asked with a sigh, Matt nodded with a timid smile.

“Can you see my glasses?” He asked, feeling around. I smiled before picking them up,placing them in his open hand. “Thank you” He whispered, pulling them on quickly.

“You know you don’t need to wear those around me Matt, I love your eyes” I whispered, leaning closer, watching as the blush on his cheeks resembled the rose colour of his glasses. He stammered before letting out a nervous laugh.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, changing the subject quickly.

“Foggy called me, he wondered where you were, and if you were okay” Matt nodded,feeling around. I held out the dressing gown for him, Matt slid to the edge ofthe bed and wrapped it around him. “I worried too, I thought you were at workthe past few days” I admitted, offering a small smile.

“You worry too much about me Y/N” He smiled coyly, ruffling his hands through his already messy hair. “I’m alright” he whispered shakily, playing with the belt of his robe.

“Really Matt? Because I don’t need your enhanced senses to tell you’re nervous and you’re lying” I challenged,

leaning towards the dark-haired man. He laughed and nodded softly.

“I’ll be okay, it’s a few scratches and a bad leg” Matt sighed, extending his leg, which was covered in bruises and swollen greatly around the knee. “I might need some help getting to work later” he chuckled, making me smile.

“Well, let me go grab you some clothes, and I’ll let you get ready” He curled his arm around my waist quickly, pulling me in for a warm hug, I bit into my lip, feeling my heart race in my chest as I let my head fall to his shoulder. I took in a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart, knowing that Matt would be listening.

“I still make you nervous huh?” He muttered into my ear, lips tracing along it, making a shiver tremble through my spine.

“Shut up” I laughed, pushing him back. I rushed from the bed to his wardrobe, pulling out the charcoal suit that I loved on him, fitting him just right in the perfect places. I grabbed one of his many white shirts, bringing both towards him, before pulling open the draw full of ties. My finger traced along the edge of the draw, looking at the selection of dark colours. I picked a burgundy tie, turning to see Matt standing beside his bed, trousers done up and shirt open.

“Y/N, will you help?” he asked with a smirk and raised his eyebrow slyly. I let out a snort, taking a step forward before pinching the edge of his open shirt, running my fingers to the bottom. I started buttoning it up slowly, never taking my eyes from his chest, and the cuts that lie across it. I lifted up the collar as I reached the top button. Taking in a small breath I looked up to see the slight flush across Matt’s cheeks, I buttoned it quickly, knuckles brushing against the stubble along his jawline. I quickly leant to the side, picking up the tie I had chosen, lifting it over his head and tying it quickly, without a word, watching as Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously.

“Do I make you nervous?” I asked lowly, smirking to myself as I flipped the material over, and finally finished the tie. Matt chuckled as I folded the collar back down. My fingers pinched on the ends and I rested my palms down on the collar, smoothing it out. Matt held my hands flat against his chest when I finished, my breath catching in my throat.

“I think I still have the edge” he chuckled, letting go. I rolled my eyes and picked up his jacket, holding it open as Matt span, pulling it on. He stepped closer, hand coming up to cup my cheek. I felt the warmth flush across my face as he smiled down to me. “I have no idea why though” Matt laughed lightly, before pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“Will you just be quiet and wrap your arm around my shoulder so I can limp you to my car, I sighed before pulling his arm up, and turning towards the door.

“You do like to be in control, don’t you?” Matt smirked, squeezing my shoulder lightly as he limped beside me. I rolled my eyes once more before letting out a sigh. “You’ve been doing that a lot recently, I feel like I’m becoming predictable” Matt chuckled, making me laugh quietly. He climbed into the car and I walked to the driver’s side, sitting beside him.

“A little, and I’m trying to not let the things you say have as much effect on me anymore” Matt nodded thoughtfully as I started driving along the street. “Your advice” I added lightly with a smile.

“You don’t always have to take my advice” Matt teased, making me sigh. “I like it that you’re so reactive” He mumbled, barely audibly. I felt my cheeks flush as I pulled up to the office. I quickly climbed out, rushing around to Matt’s side as he climbed out. Matt linked arms with my, his free hand laying on top of mine that held his arm.

“I can’t keep being that girl Matt” I muttered, looking to him as we walked into the building. He nodded, letting go of me as we reached the doorway. Matt pulled out his cane, licking his lips before pushing the door open and walking in. “I’m going to talk to Foggy” I called flatly before walking off to his office as Karen skipped towards Matt. Knocking lightly, I waited for Foggy to quickly open the door, his face lighting up.

“He’s here?” I nodded, moving out of the way so Foggy could see his best friend who was currently wrapped up is Karen’s arms. “Come in” He hummed, pulling me into the office before slamming the door loudly. We both chuckled and I sat on the desk, facing Foggy’s chair. “he’s an ass” Foggy deduced, making a laugh erupt from my throat, one that I knew Matt would hear, but I didn’t care.

“I don’t care Foggy, I’ve known Matt since we were 3, it will never happen between us” I sighed, letting my head roll back. Foggy groaned, lifting his feet onto the desk.

“Why though? You’re both hot. He knows it too. You’re a crazy smart lawyer who knows his secret. You’re beyond kind and amazing, totally out of his league” I laughed and Foggy nodded furiously. “You think I’m joking? Girl… you went abroad for a year to teach poor kids how to speak and read English, you learnt braille for him! You have rushed to his place at 3 am because he called… and don’t even deny it” Foggy raised his eyebrows, making me blush deeply. “You’re in love with him Y/N, and that’s not just going to go. Matt’s just a dick that takes advantage of it. He knows how much you care, and he just brushes you off or uses you” Foggy groaned, his head falling back in his desk.

“Foggy, that’s how it’s been since we were teenagers. Matt will never change, and his feelings for me will never change” I laughed, hearing a knock at the door. It opened slowly to reveal Karen in the doorway, smiling slightly. “External factors don’t make it much better either” I sighed, standing up.

“Stay, we haven’t finished the conversation” Foggy said quickly before turning to Karen. “What can I do for you?” He asked genuinely.

“Matt asked me to ask Y/N if they could talk in his office?” Karen asked sheepishly, making my eyes roll.

“Please let him know I’m talking to my friend right now, I’ll be over when I’ve finished talking to Foggy” She nodded before disappearing. “He’s pissing me off now, recently all he seems to do is have me running around after him, keeping me hanging and waiting around for him. Matt can wait on me for once” I grumbled, making Foggy smile proudly.

“Good, also it’ll make him more eager to see you” Foggy laughed, I slapped his shin lightly and looked around the room.

“I’m just tired of this, we’ve known each other for nearly 30 years. I’ve been in love with him for half of that… I think I need to move on from this, from him” I sighed, admitting to the thought I’ve had for months, something I’d never told anyone before.

“Are you-?” He asked quietly, meeting my eyes.

“I think it’s time to move away, and leave this all behind. I’m stuck in an endless loop, I fall for him, watch him sleep with endless girls, break my heart, not talk for months and then fall for him all over again” I listed quickly, shaking my head to myself. “It’s never going to stop unless I make it”

“You’re leaving?” He asked, voice raising slightly. I shrugged, taking in a shallow breath.

“I’m not sure yet, but I think it might be the best thing for me” Foggy nodded unsurely before letting out a sigh.

“Maybe you should talk to Matt about this, before you leave… I know he’s the reason, but maybe it’ll make him realise he’s pushing away the best thing that happened to him” Foggy whispered, eyebrows furrowing slightly. I nodded, running a hand through my hair and standing up. “Go, I’m fine in here… just… know that, no matter what. I’ll support you, whatever you choose” Foggy offered, making me smile as I opened the door. Karen looked up to me and smiled warmly, I offered her a small nod before walking to Matt’s office, I raised my hand to knock.

“Come in Y/N, you know you never have to knock” Matt called, making me smile slightly. I opened the door, quickly closing it behind me and sitting on the chair opposite Matt’s desk. Matt was leant back in his chair, fiddling with the bottom of his tie. “I’m sorry” he whispered, making my eyes widen and jaw drop.

“Did… did Mathew Murdock just apologise to me? To me, Y/N? Oh my god! This is a day for the diary!” I laughed, making fun of him. Matt smiled slightly, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. “I guess Hells Kitchen must have frozen over” I laughed, making him laugh even louder.

“Will you stop making a big deal out of this, I’m sorry okay?” He sighed, sitting upright in his chair, before leaning forwards, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“Why, I mean… there are many reasons, but why are you apologising?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Matt laughed before taking off his glasses, eyes meeting mine. “It’s unusual, you can’t see and yet when your eyes meet mine, I still feel like you can see into my soul” Matt smiled warmly, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Where do I start, I’m sorry for the time when we were 7, and you made me a daisy chain, that I tore apart and threw away. I’m sorry that I ran off screaming when you kissed my cheek when we were 11, I’m sorry I stood you up on your 13th birthday for a date with a girl who I didn’t really like. I’m sorry that I let you down at both junior and senior prom, turning you down for a ‘pretty girl’ who was nothing like you, who couldn’t make me smile like you. I’m sorry I was 5 hours late for your 18th birthday party, and missed the meal with your family” He rambled, making my eyes widen, Matt took in a breath before continuing on his trip down bad-memory lane.

“I’m sorry that I ditched you on the first day of college, and that I blew off every achievement you made in law school. I’m sorry I was so jealous of your achievements that I made them seem petty. I’m sorry that I got so drunk on your 21st that you had to leave your own party to carry me home and look after me. I’m sorry that I fell over that night, and cut my head open, you didn’t need to have that worry. I’m sorry that I ditched you at graduation for a hook-up with a girl I would never see again” Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair, and I smiled, enjoying the tousled look as he finally said what I needed to hear after all these years.

“I am so sorry that I put you through it all, I’m sorry I was to, pardon the pun, blind to see how you felt back then. I’m even more sorry that when I did realise, I just made life even more difficult for you” Matt stood up, walking around to lean against the desk, pulling my hands into his. Matt rubbed the back of my hands with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m sorry that in 30 years all I ever seem to do is hurt you more as the years go on. I’m sorry… I am just so sorry Y/N” Matt sighed, pulling on my hands. I quickly stood up and Matt pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smiled and rested my forehead against his shoulder.

“30 years, I have never heard an apology from you. And now I’ve had 18 in less than five minutes” I chuckled, making him smile. Matt ran a hand through my hair and I let out a content sigh.

“Y/N, you’ve been in my life so long… the idea of you moving hurts more than anything I have ever experienced, and knowing I’m the reason you’re considering it… I’ve never hated myself more. I’ve hurt you so much, and I don’t know how you’ve forgiven me as much as you have, I wouldn’t. I didn’t deserve half of the chances you gave me, I didn’t deserve the love you held for me, and I knew that for years. I pushed you away because I didn’t deserve your love, I tried so hard to get you to find someone deserving, and I couldn’t. It just made me hate myself more because no matter how much I hurt you, you loved me” He groaned, pressing a kiss to my hair.

“Matt…” He hushed me, shaking his head. I looked up to meet his eyes and Matt smiled softly.

“Just let me talk, because I need to tell you everything. I need to just explain myself, to let you know the reason why I’m an ass to you” He sighed, his hands tightening on my hips. “It’s not what I ever wanted” he mumbled, shaking his head as it hung low.

“Okay, not a word until you tell me to speak. Get it off your chest” I sighed, my hand cupping Matt’s cheek. He blushed once more, and I smiled, feeling the heat against my palm.

“I… I don’t want you to move, but if you need to then I won’t stop you. I’m not going to hold you back anymore, I’m not going to make you feel like I don’t care. You mean the world to me, and I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so much. I wish I could blink and be 6 years old once more, so I could do it all over, I’d wear my daisy bracelet with pride, I wish that I could go back to the day you kissed my cheek, and I wish I would have done the same, and maybe kissed you properly weeks or a couple of years later? I wish it was you I had taken out on your 13th birthday, because I know you would have made me smile and laugh, which no girl ever has before” I blushed, and Matt smirked to me, pressing a gentle, faint kiss on my cheek.

“I wish I was the one to ask you to prom, and to be the guy who proudly stood with his friends as they all checked out his date. I wish I could be the guy who stood there and said, ‘she’s perfect, and she’s mine’. I wish I had turned up on time for your birthday, and I wish I had given you the necklace I bought” my eyebrow raised and he smiled, humming to himself. “I would go back and be more supportive of you through college, and all of your tests. When you got the top grade of our class” He rested his forehead on mine.

“More than anything I wish I told you all of this sooner” He sighed, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. “I love you Y/N, I always have, and I always will. I’m just sorry it took me this long to tell you… but I have something to give you. Something that I carried around with me every day, since two weeks before your birthday” Matt walked around to the desk once more, opening a drawer, pulling out a small box, he walked back to me. His hands shaking as he took in a deep breath.

“Tell me I’ll be okay?” He asked, “that we’ll be okay?” He begged softly, making me smile.

“Matt, what did I promise you when we were 9? Always friends, I’ll be here forever” I whispered, squeezing him gently.

“I honestly do love you, and I bought this years ago… I saved up from that stupid job. 6 months of pay checks, slaving away 12 hours a day at the weekends and 4 hours each night. I daren’t tell you how much it cost…” he laughed quietly, and I hummed, knowing it was a lot, whatever it was. “I have always thought the world of you, and despite my trying to push you away, I always wanted to spend forever with you” Matt whispered nervously. He let out a shaky breath and held out the box. I raised an eyebrow and opened it to see a beautiful delicate silver ring, with three perfectly cut diamonds in the centre. “I was told it is platinum, with a 1.75 carat diamond. Vintage, early 1800s” Matt mumbled, and I looked up to see his deeply red flush. “When I held it, felt the beautiful detailing on the band, I knew there was no other one that would be beautiful enough for someone with a heart like yours” He whispered, I felt the tears prick up in my eyes, Matt let out a small chuckle and wiped away the tears.

“But… you were nearly made homeless… the debt” I whispered, looking to the ring. “that has got to be worth $4000 at least” I gasped and he chuckled.

“$5,200, and I would never have considered it. As I said, no other ring could compare, and this ring is one of a kind. I was never going to let it go. I could have lived on the streets and I would still rather have the ring to give to you, rather than have a roof over my head” Matt whispered, leaning to my side. “I wanted to marry you, I was going to propose on your birthday… but Tommy, he made it seem like you two were serious” Matt sighed, and I could see he pain in his face, his lip quivering lightly.

“Tommy and I never even kissed, let alone dated” I chuckled, making Matt groan.

“I let that ass get to me. I was ready to propose, to get down on one knee and beg you to forgive everything I did. I let some stupid comment ruin all that” he shook his head, glaring at the floor. “I could have avoided causing this much pain to you, we could have been together for this long… hell we’d probably be married and have had kids…” he let his head fall back before letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Well, that’s if I had said yes” I muttered, making Matt’s head snap back to me. “Which I don’t know for sure… but I don’t think I would have. I mean I loved you, with all my heart. But Proposing would have scared the hell out of me, jumping into that commitment at 18, when I still hadn’t decided the type of law I wanted to study” I chuckled, making Matt smile weakly. “but I know what I want in life now” I added shyly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry… I made a massive mistake back then, and every day since, for not telling you how I felt, and how much I needed you. Not a day has gone past that I don’t fall in love with you, who you are as a person, the sarcasm I get when I tease you for getting so flustered around me. How you make my heart race when you get close to me” He pulled me closer, and I smiled, feeling his chest pressed against mine tightly.

“Where are you going with this all Matt, because what I’ve got so far is that you’re sorry and that you wanted to propose once upon a time” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Matt smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“I don’t expect anything, I have no right to expect anything from you. I just want to get it out there, lay all my cards on the table, an open book. I love you, and I wanted to propose to you. I still do…” he sighed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “if you’ll take me, then I’m yours, fully and in whatever way you’ll take me. As a fiancé, a boyfriend, a best friend, a fried or just someone you work with. The ball is in your court. You’re in control now, it’s how this always should have been” Matt whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“Matt?” I asked quietly, he looked up and smiled. “Can I see the ring?” I asked weakly, he nodded and quickly opened the box, holding it up. I looked at the ring, gently pulling it from the box to see the beautiful detailing on the band, and at the gorgeous diamond in the middle. Once again, I felt the tears build up in my eyes.

“You like it?” He asked timidly, I laughed and nodded quickly.

“It’s beautiful, you picked this when we were 18?” I asked, and Matt nodded quickly. “Dammit matt… how do you do this!” I groaned, and he raised an eyebrow.

“well, I felt it, it was lovely to touch… and the girls in the shop all adored it…” He answered nervously.

“No dumbass, you always bring me back, without trying… I would have said yes in a heartbeat then, just like I would now. I’ve always been a sucker when it comes to you, and I’ll never stop. You’re my weakness” I whispered, watching as the smile grew on his face.

“You’re saying yes?” He asked and I laughed.

“No, I said I would, if you actually did propose” I explained, Matt quickly plucked the ring from my fingers and dropped down in one fluid motion. I laughed and felt the blush creep onto my cheeks.

“Y/F/N, I have loved you all my life, even if I tried my best to hide it… but I can’t any more. I adore your crooked smile and how you laugh like a child. I love how compassionate you are for our clients, and how you will do everything in your power to help everyone, even if it’s not the law you studied. I love how you are with children, and your kind heart. Your smile and those perfect eyes that I remember even after so many years of being blind. I love having you in my arms and I love it when you baby me… because you are so protective and caring… You’re perfect in every way. I would just love for the world to know that I finally got something right, and I finally grew a pair” I laughed, and Matt smiled widely. “I want you to be Mrs Y/N Murdock… if you’ll take me for the blind, misinterpreting asshole I may be?” I laughed loudly, pulling Matt onto his feet.

“Of course, I will you idiot!” I laughed, Matt gripped my hand tightly as he slid the ring onto my finger, his hand not leaving mine, as his fingers traced over the ring repeatedly. “Are we actually doing this?” I asked softly.

“Yes, I am completely serious. I love you, and I am an idiot for waiting this long to tell you. I have never taken anything this seriously in my life” He whispered, burying is head in my hair. “I want you to be my wife Y/N, I want to spend forever with you” Matt whispered, brushing my hair back. He pulled back before slowly moving in, pressing a faint kiss to my lips.

“I do have to admit to one thing though…” He chuckled and I raised an eyebrow. “I have had many dreams about you, from my teen years to last night… and not all of them as innocent as me finally asking you to be my wife” he whispered into my ear, nibbling gently. I pulled back with a gasp, feeling my cheeks flush darker than ever before.

“I’m going to go out there… before you try to bed me over your office desk” I laughed, tearing myself from his embrace, “I’ll be back at the end of the day to pick you up, alright. We can discuss anything else you want to when I drop you home?” Matt nodded and I quickly ran across the office, bounding into Foggy’s office without knocking, he looked up to me and I smiled widely, sitting opposite him.

“Did he finally admit to loving you?” Foggy laughed and I nodded, holding up my hand, showing him the ring. I watched as Foggy’s eyes widened and a smile spread across his face.

“I know it-“ I started but he shook his head, cutting me off.

“I don’t care how soon, this relationship is 30 years in the making… I’m just glad he finally gave it to you, the guys held that close to him since the day I met him” Foggy laughed, and I blushed deeply. “You know… I never would have wanted you to leave, I wouldn’t have let you” he smirked, and I looked to the ring, spinning it around my finger happily.

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The Guardian - Loki (Part 2)

“Y/N” The familiar voice of Thor called, I focused deeply on his tone. “Find Loki, he’s attacking mudguard” My eyes shut tightly, focusing on his long dark hair, the sound of his voice in murmurs. I focused on the street he was on, his smile as his suit transforms into the attire I had grown use to seeing. “I need your help”

“Thor” I whispered, looking around for him, I walked into the crowd, looking up to Loki who had a menacing smile on his face.

“Kneel before me” He shouted, making people jump, as they tried to run away, Loki projected himself, blocking everyone in. “I said. Kneel!” He screamed further, smiling to himself. I stared up at the man I use to be friends with, frowning to myself.

“Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel” Loki’s soliloquy made my eyes roll. I knelt alongside everyone else, watching as one elderly man remained stood.

"Not to men like you” He challenged, I watched as Loki’s face fell, anger rising.

“There are no men like me” He growled, I looked to the man a few meters away, the brave man who refused to fall at Loki’s feet.

“There are always men like you” The elderly man looked Loki directly in the eye and remained stood.

“Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example” He cheered, pointing his scepter. My eyes widened and I watched as it fired, ricocheting from the shield of a man who jumped before the elderly man. The beam split, and I watched as Loki was knocked back, before feeling the pain in my stomach.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing” The man in blue said, standing to look Loki in the eye. Loki glared back, standing up.

“The soldier. A man out of time” Loki stepped forwards, a smile on his face.

“I'm not the one who's out of time” From above the man in blue, a jet arrived. A machine gun was pointed towards Loki

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down” I heard a female voice call out, I looked around, confused. They fought between themselves as I stood, looking around for a familiar face. The familiar face. Loki ended up in the position of power, with his scepter pointed to the man in blue’s helmet.

“Kneel” He repeated once more.

“Not today!” The blue man replied, flipping round and toppling Loki with his leg. The fighting continued until another person came in, a man flying in, a red and gold metal suit. He hit Loki with some sort of weapon, knocking him to the ground. The man in red landed, guns coming out from all over his suit.

“Make your move, Reindeer Games” The man said, making my eyebrows raise. I watched as Loki’s arms raised up, and surrendered, his armor vanishing as he gave in.

“Thor” I whispered, calling out to the man who would know what’s going on. “Thor I’m on the ground, what’s happened?”

“Find me” he replied shortly. I nodded, vanishing from the crowd. I materialized beside the blonde man, nodding my head to him. “Lady Y/N, Loki is on one of his missions again, I need you to help. You’re the only person he listens to” I nodded, meeting his deep blue eyes.

“Thor, I don’t care for the reason. It’s my job to protect the realm, and midgard. Just take me to Loki and I’ll bring him home” I looked up to the sky, feeling Thor wrap his arm around me. Thunder picked up as we flew through the sky. Thor put me down on the top of the jet. He opened a door, and jumped in. I followed, once my invisibility had kicked in. I looked around to see the man in red and the man in blue.

Thor grabbed a hold of his brother, who smirked to the two men beside him.

“Now there's that guy” The one in red said as I wrapped my arms around Thor’s shoulders as he jumped from the plane. We landed and Thor threw Loki into the mountain, I climbed off, allowing for my cloak to fall. Loki looked up to me, eyes widening. Thor raised his hammer, holding it over his apparently dead brother.

“Where is the Tesseract?” He demanded, but Loki’s eyes remained on me. A faint humming drew my attention; however, it was far away. I remained uninterested in their argument, though my attention was drawn by one comment by Thor. “I thought you dead.” Loki shrugged looking to me.

“Did you mourn?” Loki asked him, eyes remaining on me. I sighed, looking to the older of the two brothers.

“We all did. Our father...” Thor motioned to me before continuing.

“Your father. He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?” Loki jibed, before looking to me, remembering my attendance of the moment the truth came out.

“We were raised together” Thor exclaimed, gripping his brother’s shirt. “We played together, we fought together” He listed, I nodded to punctuate each sentence. “Do you remember none of that?” He begged, looking to his brother for hope.

“I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness” Loki looked up to me, begging for someone to fight his side. “I remember you tossing me into an abyss” He added, the betrayal strong within his broken voice. “I was and should be king!”

“and there it is” I sighed, rolling my eyes. Loki looked up to me and I crossed my arms frowning.

“So, you take the world I love as recompense for your imagined slights. No, the Earth is under my protection, Loki.” I looked up to Thor, why did this planet mean so much to him.

“And you're doing a marvelous job with that” Loki laughed, rolling his eye and looked to his brother. “The humans slaughter each other in droves, while you idly threat” Thor held his hand up to intervene while Loki continued “I mean to rule them. And why should I not?”

“You think yourself above them?” Thor asked, raising an eyebrow. Loki thought for a moment, chuckling.

“Well, yes” He nodded, smirking to me, but the smirk fell when he saw that I wasn’t amused.

“Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother” Thor looked to me and I nodded, agreeing with him, Loki could never become a king. He isn’t suited for it, “Throne would suit you ill”

“I've seen worlds you've never known about!” I snorted and he nodded, realizing the fault in the statement. “ I have grown, Odinson, in my exile! I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it...” He bit into his lip, looking to me out of the corner of his icy blue eyes. I closed my eyes, looking out for Heimdall, who stood at our post, waiting patiently. My attention was once again stolen by Thor being knocked off the mountain. “I’m listening…” Loki joked, making me snort.

“Y/N, come on… you can’t still be mad at me?” He whined, making my eyes roll.

“Loki, I trusted you, you betrayed that. I knew you were the jokester, the god of mischief, but that doesn’t mean you need to be an ass” He bit into his lip, nodding slightly, with a smirk. “He’s your brother, blood or not. Thor is a brother to me?” I challenged, making Loki look away. “This needs to stop Loki, you need to stop” I took a step closer, taking his hand in mine.

“I can’t, I need to rule Y/N. I was supposed to rule” He whispered weakly.

“You need to surrender, to give yourself in” I mumbled, looking up into his blue eyes. “I’ll stay with you, but Loki… do the right thing. There are 7 billion lives on this planet… I can’t see you destroy them. I can’t be near someone who thinks that is okay” I explained, making Loki nod weakly.

------------- Onboard the Helicarrier -------------

I looked around the ship as I lead Loki towards the cell he was to be imprisoned within. I could see everyone watched myself and Loki, afraid one of us would cause problems. We looked to the glass cage, “It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me” Loki raised an eyebrow before looking to me with a smirk.

“Built for something a lot stronger than you” The director answered, looking around the room.

“Oh, I've heard” He chuckled, I lead Loki into the cage, turning to leave, and vanishing as I reached the doorway. I quickly bound back to Loki’s side, my hand coming to rest on his lower back, informing him of my prescience. “The mindless beast, makes play he's still a man. How desperate are you, that you call upon such lost creatures to defend you?” Loki laughed as I sighed, sitting along the wall.

“How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control” Fury growled, taking a step closer. Loki chuckled, urging the man to go on, “You talk about peace and you kill ‘cause it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did” I nodded to myself, the humans were growing desperate to be rid of him, they had called together their strongest, the man who doubled in size, a man from their old wars. The man with impeccable aim, and a woman who has killed more than most of the team combined.

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close” Loki snarled, I looked up to him and rolled my eyes. “To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is”

“Well, you let me know if Real Power wants a magazine or something” fury said before walking out, I snorted and then smiled to myself.

“You can come out Y/N” Loki chuckled, turning towards me. I let the cloak fall once more, shaking my head at the dark-haired man opposite me. He smiled, walking towards me. “So, you’re going to stay locked up here, with me?” He asked quietly, sitting beside me on the floor.

“Lady Y/N, may I speak with you?” I hear the deep voice call from behind, I jump up to see Thor smiling at me, the man in blue stood by his side. I nodded, flashing myself to their side. “Follow me” He continued, I obeyed, walking beside the man in blue, and I could see his eyes following me every step of the way.

“So… what are you the god of?” The man in blue said, making both Thor and I laugh. “I assume, being of Asgard you are another of these many ‘gods’” he added, an eyebrow raised.

“I am not a god, in such a sense that Thor and Loki are, I am what is known as a Guardian, for the gods, or one god” I said, looking to Thor who smiled back at me.

“So… what do Guardians do?” He asked, making Thor laugh, the booming sound echoed through the hallway.

“Exactly what you think, I guard, I watch over and protect. I see everything going on at every point in time. I hear everything, so when Thor received news of Loki’s plans, he called upon me” I explained, looking ahead.

“So, you’re like Thor’s bodyguard?” one of the many agents asked, making me laugh and shake my head.

“No, Guardian’s aren’t bodyguards… and I’m not Thor’s Guardian, I’m Loki’s” their eyes widened, “You could say I have some influence over the trickster” I chuckled, smiling to myself as we entered the room surrounded by the Earth’s mightiest warriors.

“He really grows on you, doesn't he?” Dr Banner said lightly, looking to me and Thor.

“Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what's his play?” The man in blue asked, looking to the god who walked around the table as I took a seat.

“He has an army called the Chitauri” I rolled my eyes, of course he was in allegiance with the Chitauri. “They're not of Asgard or any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract” I sighed, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“The Chitauri are shapeshifters, they consider themselves to be the immune system of the universe, going to planets and wiping existence when they feel necessary. Usually they do not eradicate a species, however they remove the part they consider to be toxic. The most likely time you will remember is your last World War, the chitauri act behind the scenes, influencing the military and its behaviors. With your last war, they aided the German’s in creating new technologies for nuclear weaponry” Everyone in the room looked to me and Thor smiled proudly.

“This is Lady Y/N, of Asgard, she is Loki’s guardian, a warrior sworn to protect Loki, and to help him make the right decisions, guardians are the most powerful beings to walk any planet. She is able to see the entire universe at any point, and she has also become a good friend of mine, since Loki went rogue” Thor warned, making me chuckle.

“You make sure Loki does the right thing?” The man in blue asked, and I let out a sigh.

“I don’t make him do anything, I influence and protect, but recently Loki has grown apart from me, he worries about my impending death” They all looked to me with confusion, even Thor. “I’m old, in reference to my people… for a human I would be maybe 90 years old… my lifespan doesn’t stretch much further. It has stressed him greatly. He wants to find a way to stop the natural from happening” I muttered, before running a hand through my hair. “Anyway, back to this current event” I cleared my throat before looking around.

“An army? From outer space?” The man in blue asked, looking to me. I nodded quickly, the Chitauri were not a good thing to be bringing to this planet, they would wipe it out.

“So he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for” Dr Banner realized, making Thor’s eyes widen.

“Selvig? He's a friend” Thor said, looking to me. I nodded, closing my eyes and trying to find him.

“He is okay Thor, just under Loki’s influence” I whispered, gaining everyone’s attention. “and he’s fighting too. He knows what is happening” Thor let out a breath then nodded.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army from here” The man in blue thought aloud, making me sigh. He was leading them from here, this was his plan.

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him” I snarled in the direction of Dr Banner who just stared at me as Thor spoke up.

“Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother, and an old friend of Y/N” Thor warned the room as I steadied my breathing.

“He killed eighty people in two days” The assassin recalled, making me grimace.

“He's adopted” Thor offered, making me snort. “And she stopped talking to him about a hundred human years ago” Thor pointed to me as we both laughed. “though for you it would feel like months” He added, time conversion rate, it’s a nightmare.

“We know Loki is a challenging person to care for, but we do care for him” I explained, looking around the room, watching as everyone looked at me suspiciously. Director Fury walked in, looking at me with discontent.

“Last year earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that leveled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously, outgunned” Director Fury explained to the people around the table, eyes lingering on me.

“My people want nothing but peace with your planet” Thor challenged, and I nodded looking to the God beside me.

“But you're not the only people out there, are you?” the director looked to me, and I nodded slightly. “And, you're not the only threat. The world's filling up with people who can't be matched, they can't be controlled” I shook my head, I can see what happens, but I can’t prevent it all.

“Like you controlled the cube?” The man in blue asked, I looked up, he had a point.

“You're work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it” I hummed in agreement with Thor’s statement, all of the team looking to me. “It is the signal to all the realms that the earth is ready for a higher form of war”

“You said you have control over Loki?” The man beside me asked, I gasped and shook my head violently.

“No! Oh gosh no. I can’t control him, but I have influence. He listens to me” I corrected, my mind flashed back towards the cell Loki was in. “Thor, your brother” I warned, Thor got up, bounding out of the room, when everyone looked to me. “You might want to go too… Loki is trying to escape” I called casually, before flashing back to the cell. An agent was pointing a gun towards Loki, who was at the control panel for the ship.

“Move away, please” The agent asked, making Loki chuckle and step away. “You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent THE DESTROYER. Even I don't know what it does. Do you wanna find out?” The agent threatened, I gasped as I saw Loki appear behind the man, scepter in hand. I flashed before him, feeling it pierce through my chest.

“You're gonna lose” The agent said, looking to Loki, he looked back to me and smiled weakly. “You’re not like him” He whispered, I stood up, glaring at Loki who stared back at me. Next I knew, I saw a beam pass by me, hitting Loki in the chest. I looked down to the agent who chuckled. “So that’s what it does” he smiled to me.

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I closed my eyes, searching for Loki, only to see him and Thor, fighting. I flashed in, hiding behind Loki, Thor nodding to me. Thor grabs a hold of Loki's face, forcing him to look straight ahead, forcing him to watch as the city falling to ash.

“Look at this! Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?” Thor demanded, I stepped into Loki’s eye line, raising an eyebrow. His face fell as he looked to me, pain rich in eye.

“It's too late. It's too late to stop it” He whispered, his voice breaking.

“No. We can. Together” Thor offered, before Loki raised a knife, stabbing him. I watched in shock as Thor fell to the ground, I crumpled on my knees beside him, pressing my hand to the wound.

“Sentiment” Loki sniggered, Thor stood up, gripping Loki’s collar and slamming him back into the ground. Loki rolled to the side, over the edge of the building, I rolled my eyes and watched as the ship flew past, Loki smiling to me. He shot a wink before shouting out to all of the Avengers.

“Enough! You are, all of you, beneath me! I am a god!” I rolled my eyes as he faced Bruce Banner, who was now huge and green. I could feel the anger rippling from him. “You dull creature, I will not be bullied!” He shouted. I watched as Bruce grabbed a hold of Loki’s foot, slamming him on one side before throwing him over and doing the same on his other side. He hit him on the ground a few times before throwing him aside.

“Puny god” He mumbled, before walking away. I watched as Loki crawls over to the stairwell to be confronted by the rest of the human team, who all look down on him. He crawled up, taking a deep breath before mumbling.

“it's all the same to you. I'll have that drink” Loki wheezed. I rolled my eyes as Bruce snorted. Loki looked to me, the disappointment on my face mirrored on his. “Lady Y/N…”

“Loki, there’s no going back on this one. Thor, your brother, and I both believed in you, we both abandoned our posts because of you. Now Odin might forgive Thor, because who’s to control him? But how do you think I’m going to fare? I’m weak enough as it is already loki, the stress of this is only going to make my mind wither faster” I snapped, taking steps towards the raven haired man.

“Y/N, I a-“ I slapped him across the face, turning back towards his brother.

“Cowshit Loki. You don’t care in the slightest about anyone else. If you claimed to care for me as you use to, then I would never have been put in this position in the first place” I turned one I reached Thor’s side. He took my hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. “You, Loki of Jotenheim, are as the humans say, a whole lot of ass!” I shouted, making the avengers laugh.

“Asshole” Natasha muttered, smiling to me. I nodded in thanks, smiling back.

“That one then” I recalled, looking back to Loki. Smirking as I controlled the energy around to enclose his wrists behind his back.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, pulling on the binds. “Oh come on, seriously, you’re supposed to be MY guardian!” He groaned, making me smirk.

“As your guardian, I am intended to keep you on the right path, doing the right thing. This means, I am to scold you when you try to take over a planet!” I shouted, making his eyes widen. “Loki, damn it. What happened to the guy you were when you first saw me? The inquisitive guy who wanted to use me to further himself as a person?” I growled, taking a step towards him.

“I wanted to have sex with you, that’s a different thing” he laughed, rolling his eyes. “Very different” He glared, making me frown. I took in a deep breath before looking to Thor.

“Take him home. I have a meeting with your guardian to make” I sighed, making Thor shake his head.

“No, Lady Y/N, Loki needs you” Thor answered, smiling to me. “The 9 realms need you” He sighed.

“Tell that to sir jackass” I nodded to Loki who smiled to me.

“I missed you too love” He smiled, I rolled my eyes, watching as agents escorted Loki to a holding cell.

“Love?” Steve Rogers asked, making Thor boom with laughter.

“Loki has a… certain attraction towards his guardian” Thor chuckled, as everyone looked between myself and the Trickster in green. “Though it isn’t mutual” Thor added with a chuckle, making me smile back.

“It is forbidden for a guardian and their ward to fall in love… and I’m dying… What’s the point, I’m making the best of my time. Which I don’t need to spend chasing you around” I growled towards the god at the end, he just smiled coyly and laughed nervously.

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I sat in the corner, watching as Loki paced back and forth. He mumbled away to himself about nothing in particular, he spun around looking around the cell. “Y/N?” He asked quietly. “Are you here?” I sighed and let the cloak fall, he looked down to me and offered a weak smile.

“Loki…” He shook his head, walking towards me. Loki slid down the wall, sitting beside me. His head fell back against the wall, raven hair spreading out across the pure white wall. He let out a small sigh, placing his hand on my thigh.

“Can we just sit in silence for a while, I need to think” He whispered, I nodded before resting my head on his shoulder. Loki squeezed my thigh lightly and hummed to himself. “I’m scared Y/N” he admitted

“What of Loki?” I asked, looking up to him. His blue eyes filled with water, a twitch in his lips.

“I don’t want you to die Y/N, I want to do all I can to stop that” Loki leant his head back on the wall, letting out a groan. “I don’t want you to go. I need you” He admitted. I smiled to myself and sat up, spinning to face him.

“Loki, you’re doing fine on your own” I chuckled. “You don’t need me anymore, just remember not to kill people” I laughed, making Loki smile slightly.

“Y/N, I’m trying to be serious, for once” He chuckled, looking to me. I smiled then nodded, signaling that my lips were sealed. “I’m 2200 years old, and you’ve been here for all that time. Do you not understand why I don’t want to be without you?” He asked, I bit into my lip and shrugged lightly.

“Loki, it can never happen” I sighed, looking to the walls around us. “we can never happen” I intertwined my fingers together, looking to the ground. I felt him slump beside me and he let out a sigh.

“What are you?” He asked quietly. “You never told me” Loki whispered, making me look up to him. I chuckled and bit into my lip.

“When I said I was the last of my species… I was the first, as well as the last” His eyebrows raised and I bit into my lip. “There is a term for the human gods, the gods known in christianity. The abomination. My mother was an abomination. My father was an archangel, and my mother was a the daughter of the devil and a prophet. I was raised amongst the angels, in the hopes that I would be morally good, though I aged much slower than all of them. They called me an abomination, in the human God’s books… I should not exist. They banished me away with the rest of the half angels, into a world where we live for our jobs. I never sleep, I can’t” Loki’s smile fell and I bit into my lip, nodding gently.

“It wasn’t too bad though Loki, never think that. I have loved this job, I love being with you, helping you. You actually made me feel normal, I’m not afraid to die. I’ve lived more in the past 2000 years than I ever did before” I whispered, making him smile warmly. “Loki, I’ve had a great life” I chuckled.

“Tough, you’ve got more to live” He retorted, finally turning to look at me. “You know how I’ve felt for a long time” Loki whispered, making me chuckle.

“What that you want to show me what sex is?” I snorted. “You made moves for a year, and then finally stopped when you realized it wasn’t going to happen” I teased, nudging him gently.

“Is that really how you think of me?” he asked, not bothering to hide the hurt in his tone. “I care about you, I have for a long time. You’re not just a guardian to me, you’re more than that…” Loki blushed lightly, humming to himself. “I honestly care so much about you Y/N, you should know that by now” he laughed, making me smile.

I let out a sigh, meeting his crystal blue eyes once more. He bit into his lip once more, before leaning in to press his lips to mine. I gasped, feeling his hands curl in my hair. A smile crept onto my lips before I started to kiss back. “I knew you secretly liked me” he whispered against my lips.

“Just shut up for once Loki” He laughed and pulled back, resting his forehead on mine. “Be yourself, not an arrogant prick for once” I whispered, making a smile spread across his face.

“Who is Loki; but an arrogant prick? Ask my brother” Loki joked, making me smile.

“No, Loki is a wonderful man, who has a big heart and just needs someone who sees him for who he really is, a genius and a romantic” I whispered, before pressing a kiss to his lips.

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Guardian (Part 2)

I am currently working on a part two to Guardian (Loki), and it may be one of my longest pieces yet. Sorry for the inactivity over the past few days. Hopefully it will be up soon and will be to a standard you guys like. It’s going to be set a few years after part one, as well as containing guest appearances from a particular team I’m sure you all love.

I know I’m quite happy with how it is going so far. I just hope you enjoy reading my work as much as I love writing it.

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how many parts are thinking to do in No change at all?

I had only originally planned on the one but if you all want more then I'm always open to writing more 😊

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Daddy? - Wade Wilson

“Wade?” I called, hearing the door slam. He stumbled in, falling onto the sofa, before letting out a yelp and jumping up. “Are you okay Baby?” I ran to his side, looking over the cuts, which had already healed, only being betrayed by the gashes in his suit covered in blood.

“Y/N… there is currently a knife stuck in my rectum” he whispered, making me jump back, Wade stood up, twisting so I could see the knife sticking straight out of his ass. “Can you pull it out?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. I laughed, gripping the handle, not able to meet his smirk.

“3…2…1…” I pulled it out quickly, Wade letting out a loud groan. “I’m so sorry baby” I quickly hugged him, looking up as he pulled the mask off. “good day at work?” I asked with a chuckle.

“A massive guy made of rock threw me into a building and a teenager with an attitude threw a knife at me” He laughed, pressing a kiss to me quickly. “How about you?”

“Er, well… I vomited a few times, my stomach has been stabbing itself all day… and oh yeah I’m pretty sure I lost a few pounds thought the day” He laughed and rubbed my back gently.

“Who shat in your dinner then?” I laughed once more, sitting on the sofa. Wade sat on my lap before smirking at me again. “So, I propose… Whatever there is in the fridge, I’ll have for dinner… then we go up to the room…” He wiggled his eyebrows then winked.

“Wade… I need to talk to you about something… something important and serious” I warned, resting my head on his shoulder. He nodded, sliding off my lap and taking my hand in his.

“Are… are you breaking up with me?” He asked weakly, I shook my head quickly and smiled. “Are you proposing?” he raised an eyebrow.

“No, Wade…” I took a deep breath, turning to face him. “I had suspicions for a while, but I wanted to be sure first” He raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his face.

“Is this what I think?” He whispered, his hand coming down to me thigh.

“Wade, I went to the doctors… I wanted to go while you were away because I didn’t know how it would turn out. I didn’t want to worry you” He looked worried, and gripped my hands tightly. “I’m pregnant Wade, quite far along too apparently”

“Well… the baby….” I took a deep breath, before meeting his eyes. “There’s two of them twins. One boy, and one girl” Wade’s eyes widened and he looked down to my stomach.

“I thought you were getting fat” He chuckled, making me laugh. “I’m happy, terrified, but happy. I mean what if I’m not a good father, what if I scare the baby, what if I hurt it” I sighed, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

“Wade, shut up would you. The babies, they aren’t going to be scared of their father, they’ll grow up knowing and loving you. They’re going to be loved” I sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re going to be an amazing father Wade, just calm down with the sexual references when they’re growing up, okay?” I asked with a weak smile.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll never calm down”

#wade wilson #deadpool #ryan reynolds #marvel #marvel heroes #vigilante #mercinary #marvel imagine #imagine #imagines

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 8 years ago

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Upcoming Imagines

Hello everyone. I've got a few ideas (3 to be specific) imagines ideas lined up. Start sending in your requests and I'll get to working on what you guys want.

Much Love

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riddle-me-this-mr-nygma-blog · 8 years ago

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No Change At All Part II - Oliver Queen

Spinning slowly, I listened to the sound of rain hitting the metal roof. I picked up the test tube, spinning the liquid inside as I held it to the light. I let out a sigh before putting it back, hearing the door slam shut. I turned in the direction of the sound, arms crossed. I watched as he walked closer, hood still up. I watched as Oliver pulled the hood down, his eyes widening as he saw me. I saw John Diggle following close behind him, with a blonde woman.

“Y/N?” he asked, shocked. I stood up, walking towards him without a sound.

“You think you could hide this from me?” I mumbled, watching as his two friends walked off, trying not to be involved. “You think I wouldn’t realise that you’re coming home limping, with bruises and cuts that are fresher than the ones from the island. I’m not an idiot Oliver” he sighed, nodding slightly.

“You weren’t supposed to know” He put down the bow before taking a seat, looking up at me. “I wanted to keep you out of this, out of what I’m doing” He admitted.

“Out of cleansing the city? Of clearing those who take advantage of the small? What do you think it was that I did while you were away?” He looked away and I grabbed his face, making him look at me. “Oliver! Will you at least look at me! You vanish for 5 years, and I have to get on as if I didn’t lose the one person who I could talk to! Oliver, I threw myself into this exact job, but the legal version!” He looked away, even when he was forced to face me. I shook my head, walking away, towards the door. “Don’t say another word to me Oliver Queen, unless you can come up with a reason I should forgive you” I sighed, walking back up the stairs in silence.

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“Detective Y/N, there’s someone outside waiting for you” I looked up to the rookie who stood nervously outside my office door. I nodded quickly, closing the file I had been working on. I quickly stood up, just in time to see Felicity walking through the door, she offered a weak smile.

“Felicity, please take a seat” She nodded, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk. I sat down, looking to the blonde before me. “What can I do for you?” I asked quietly.

“It’s Oliver” She admitted, I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “I know, and I know I’m not the person who should be coming to see you, to get you two to talk… but Y/N, he’s not doing well… he isn’t sleeping and he’s going out every night. It’s getting him injured each night… he came home with a bullet wound yesterday. Y/N he’s stubborn, I might not have known him as long as you… but…” I shook my head.

“No. You’re right there Felicity, you haven’t known him as long as me… He was my childhood best friend, he was the one there when my dad died, when my mum started drinking. He was there when Matthew broke my heart, and then when I broke my arm. I was his best friend before Tommy Merlyn had even come into Oliver’s life. I was the one who covered for him when a girl asked where he was. I was the cover-up when his mum, the police or anyone asked where he was” Her eyes widened and I shook my head with a pained laugh.

“I was the one he came crying to when he realised he got another girl pregnant when he was with Laurel. I was the one who held his hand as he went to his mother for advice. I was the one who tried to convince him sleeping with Sara was going to lead to something bad. I was the one who stood on the dock watching as her best friend ruined the best relationship he had. I was the one who broke down in tears when she heard that her friend had died. I was the one who tried to take her life when she realised she was in love with her dead best friend” Felicity’s eyes widened and I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. “I was the one who actually died that day, the joy of life. The only reason I didn’t try again was Thea, seeing her at my bed in the hospital, the tears in her eyes. I couldn’t leave her, not after he did” I sighed, looking down to the desk.

“My Oli died that day, I never got him back like everyone else did. I can’t look at him the same, especially after he lied to me. All the pain he caused me and everyone else, we made one promise to each other, to never lie” She nodded slightly and I took a deep breath. “Unless mr Queen has any need for the police force, I would suggest that you don’t come back in his support, and if he does. Tell him he can go fuck himself” I punctuated.

“Or you could tell him yourself” I heard the deep voice stay from the doorway. I looked up to see Oliver stood in the doorway, suit neatly pressed and briefcase in hand. Felicity stood up, quickly rushing from the office as Oliver walked in, shutting the door behind him. I leant back in my chair as he sat down, setting the briefcase on the floor beside him.

“You loved me?” He asked quietly, making me scoff and roll my eyes.

“We are not talking about that Oliver, hell we aren’t even talking at the moment. You ruined that for yourself” I snapped. “I’m used to being without my childhood best friend. I had to learn to live with it” He nodded, not saying a word. “I loved you Oliver, I always knew there was something different about our friendship. I was in love with you and I watched you get another girl pregnant while you were dating someone, I watched you cheat on your girlfriend with her sister, it took you dying for me to realise how much you hurt me when you were alive. I realised that no matter how many girls you slept with, how many girls you dated or flirted with, I never matched any of them in your eyes Olly, I wasn’t good enough for you to even look at me” my voice broke and I looked away.

“You fucked me up Olly, when you died, it actually did some good. Where was I going with my life Oliver, I did nothing because I was always covering for you, I got kicked out of school because of you, when you died… I tried to die. Then when that didn’t work, I realised I had to pull myself together for Thea, she needed at least one of us” I met his eyes and saw his understanding. “I went back to school, finishing my degree. I got a PHD Oli. I’m a lawyer and a cop. I actually did something with my life…”

“You’re better off without me” he agreed, making me sigh and shake my head.

“No Olly, I needed you. When you came back it was a blessing, I saw it as my chance to start again, for us to grow up and be the people we should have been before. You have discovered what you wanted to be, so did I… but I didn’t hide it from you, I never lied to you Oliver” I sighed

“What about before I died Y/N!” He snapped, making my eyes widen. “You can’t go on a mighty rant about me lying when you never said a word about your feelings!” He explained making my eyebrows raise.

“What could I have told you Oliver! I didn’t know, and then when I did you were gone, and what kind of girl would I be to love a man who thinks love is to sleep with your sister” I dealt the low blow, watching as he slumped into the chair in defeat.

“I meant about how much I held you back” He mumbled.

“I never thought you held me back, until you went. I thought you were the reason I was strong, I thought I was going to crumble without you, instead I fell apart when you came back” He nodded, and I let out a sigh. “It’s not that I loved you” Oliver raised an eyebrow, making me bite into my lip. “I still do, but I could never trust you, you haven’t changed”

“You don’t trust me?” He asked in confusion, I nodded quickly and watched as the pain crossed his face. “I lied, why would you. I promised to never lie” He let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, but all I’ve ever seen you do is lie to the people that love you, and I was the only one you never had to lie to… and you did” I blinked back a few tears and tried to keep a straight face.

“Y/N, I… I wish I could take it back, but I didn’t want you involved, I didn’t want you in danger… which you would be if you knew and got involved” I shook my head laughing.

“You’re full of shit Queen, I’m in danger regardless. The moment you put on that hood and went after bad people… the moment they find out who you are, I’ve got a target on my back. I’m your best friend, I’m the one that was in the tabloids with you, I’m the one who got bombarded with interviews when you came back. Don’t you think I’ll be one of the first they go after?” I grumbled, opening the file.

“I… I never meant for that to happen Y/N, the paparazzi, the target. I would never have wanted that for you” He leant forwards in the chair, elbows on the desk. “Is there anything I can do to even slightly make it up to you. I know you’ll never forgi-“

“The truth Oliver, what happened on that Island, why did you hurt every girl you dated, why is it the first day you come back you make me feel like there’s something between us when there isn’t” I just need to know why this all happened, why you’ve come back and in three months I feel like I’m falling apart again” He took in a breath before nodding quickly.

“because I fucking love you, you idiot! I came back because of you! I came back in those 5 years too, and I made sure as hell I came to see if you were okay. I couldn’t stay, I needed to protect you. But I loved you, and I always did, that’s why my relationships never worked. I never cared about them because I loved you, and I wanted to feel, I wanted to ruin the relationships. I never wanted those to work!” he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“I fell in love with you when I was 13, and it never went, but how could I ever tell you, when I knew I would hold you back. I couldn’t ruin your chances because I loved you. Even then, I still managed to ruin your life. I made sure you would never want to date me, because it was all I could give to make sure I didn’t ruin your life even more”

“So you tore my heart to pieces, to not ruin my life; but in doing so ruined my life?” I challenged, making Oliver chuckle.

“I never claimed to be smart Y/N, just in love” we both laughed and I smiled at my best friend, “now will you please stop ignoring me… it’s killing me” He groaned, “literally, I think I broke my ribs”

#oliver queen #arrow #the hood #green arrow #felicity smoak #john diggle #arsenal #speedy #the queen #roy harper #oliver jonas queen #imagine #part 2

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A Tale As Old As Time, Part II (Steve Rogers)

“So…” Steve started, fiddling with the mask in his hands, sitting upright on my sofa. “… dinner?” He laughed nervously, and I sat on the coffee table before him.

“Yes, I want the limo at my door, 8pm, black tie. Expensive, 5 star minimum. You’re paying” I smirked, making Steve’s eyes widen, he took in a breath and then nodded slightly.

“Okay, I’ll be there” He whispered, making me laugh.

“Steve, I’m joking, about everything apart from dinner at 8” I chuckled, putting a hand on his forearm. “We could go to a drive through if you wanted. It’s about spending time with you” I smiled warmly, he nodded, letting out a breath of air.

“I better go, otherwise you’ll be going on a date with Captain America” He laughed, standing up quickly, I looked over the uniform and chuckled.

“The suit looks good, but I think I prefer Steve to Cap” Steve nodded, picking up the shield quickly. He took a step closer to me, gently taking my hand in his. I gave him a small smile, before tiptoeing to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I will be at your door, 8pm. Dress pretty my lady” He lifted my hand, pressing a kiss on the back. I blushed lightly, and Steve let go, taking a step back. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head to face him. “I will leave you to get ready and do whatever it is you may do” I nodded, watching as he quickly made his retreat. Steve shut the door behind him and I let out the breath I was holding, falling down into the sofa, smile spread across my face.

Looking up at the clock, it was 6:30pm, I had an hour and a half to get ready. I decided to have a shower and straighten my hair before getting ready. I decided on black skinny jeans with a simple peplum top, and some small heels. It was 7:45 when I had finished getting ready, so I sat down and unlocked my phone, looking at it for the first time for today. I had an e-mail from the University.

Dear Student,

As you may have noticed, on the course notes for last week; there is an error in the assignment task, you must write two poems, one containing an extended metaphor, and one must by in iambic pentameter.

I sighed and nodded, to myself, of course there was a mistake in it all. I rolled my eyes slightly, putting the phone back in my bag, a timid rap on the door gained my attentions, springing up, I straightened out my shirt and jeans. I took in a deep breath and made my way to the door, opening it slowly. Steve smiled at me, as the door opened, holding out a small bunch of red roses. I blushed before taking them and wrapping my free arm around the tall man in my doorway. “Come in, I’ll just put these in a vase” I offered, stepping back into the apartment.

I quickly put the flowers into a vase, filling it with water. I turned to Steve with a small smile, blushing lightly. “Thank you, they’re beautiful” He rubbed the back of his neck, offering a weak smile.

“I’m glad you like them. I wanted to show you how I would have treated a lady back when I was young, the first time, and how a lady like yourself should be treated” He whispered, taking a step closer, his hand brushing along my cheek. “Now, m’lady…” I chuckled, making Steve smile once more. He linked his arm with mine. “…I have reservations for 8:15, and it’s 8:05” I laughed more, as we both walked out. I quickly locked the door, taking Steve’s hand in mine. The silence as we made our way out of the apartment complex was comfortable, and I raised an eyebrow looking up to Steve as we got outside, there was a Harley Davidson waiting outside.

“A Softail Breakout? I pegged you as more of an Alpha Romeo 8C kind of guy” Steve looked down at me with a smirk then nodded lightly.

“You know your old cars” He chuckled, before climbing on.

“Yeah, I always wanted a 59 Cadillac DeVille, or a 67 Chevy Impala” I answered quickly, swinging my leg over and wrapping my arms around his waist. Steve passed back a helmet and I quickly pulled it on. “What about you Cap?” I nudged him with my shoulder and he laughed.

“I’m practically indestructible miss, and I don’t crash” He winked before starting the bike. I laughed as Steve took off down the street. We pulled up to a small diner, Steve shutting off the bike. I took off the helmet and climbed off, looking up.

“Tom’s?” I asked, looking to Steve, who leant his elbows on the handlebars of the bike. He looked to me and smiled, nodding.

“It was around, before. I came here with Bucky, before the war, before the serum. Everything” He smiled, looking up at the sign. Steve climbed off the bike and wrapped an arm around my waist. “I only have happy memories here, and I wanted to share that with you, my first time back, with you” He sighed, looking down at me.

“You brought me to your old dating spot?” I asked raising an eyebrow, laughing before Steve could respond. He smiled warmly climbing off the bike.

“I have never brought anyone but Bucky here… and honestly… I never really got dates, other than those Bucky arranged” He laughed, as we walked in. We sat down in the corner once again, it was beginning to become our usual place. I looked up to see Steve staring at me, I blushed and shifted in my seat smiling weakly. A waiter came over and took our orders.

“So, Steve… Tell me about yourself, without holding back the fact that you were born at the end of World War 1” Steve laughed, biting into his lip.

“You looked me up already, you know all I can tell you about that” I shook my head, taking his hand in mine from across the table.

“I want you to tell me, I want to know the real Steve Rogers, not what Wikipedia tells me” I chuckled, “it can’t tell me how it felt to join the military, it can’t tell me what you went through with the serum… It gives facts, not the story” I explained, smiling to myself. “and you know how much I love stories” He chuckled, nodding.

“Well, I was born Steven Grant Rogers on July 4, 1918, my parents Sarah and Joseph Rogers, before I was born my father was killed in action, in World War I. I was always a scrawny, small boy, and I got beat up constantly, mainly because I would never back down. One day, when I was 13, I was getting beat up, when a boy in my class intervened. He wasn’t all that big, but the bully backed down, Bucky. He introduced himself as James Buchanan Barnes, but told me to call him Bucky. He became my best friend, and soon after the bullying became very minimal, as did the beatings” He chuckled, remembering his friend, I smiled to the man in front of me, and our plates where placed in front of us. Steve took a bite of his food before continuing.

“My mum died in 1936, when I was eighteen, discovered his mother had died of tuberculosis. I had her buried next to dad, and every year after I visited the grave on birthdays, Christmas, whenever I could. After the funeral, Bucky Barnes offered to let me stay at his place and do errands to earn my keep, but I couldn’t, I wanted to get by on my own. Bucky told me I’m not on my own, and that he’ll be with me ‘til the end of the line’. Something that I have never forgotten” I smiled, not saying a word, Steve chuckled as I lifted the fork, only to have my chips fall off.

“Bucky trained me for two weeks at Goldie's Boxing Gym, after we found out about the war. We went to the US Recruiting and Induction Center in New York City where I was classified as 4F and rejected from service, but Bucky got in. I was rejected for service despite making multiple attempts at different enlistment offices, due to all the health and physical issues” I raised an eyebrow and Steve nodded, taking another few bites of his food. “I was determined though, I wanted to fight for my country”

“So selfless, you were determined, even though they all told you it was too much of a risk” He laughed then took a few more bites.

“In an attempt to cheer me up, Bucky convinced me to go on a double date at an event for future technology… which was far off from what it’s actually like” we both laughed before Steve went on, smiling at the memory. “When we were there, I saw an enlistment office adjacent, so I snuck away from Bucky and the girls and attempted to enlist again. Bucky tried to convince me not to go, because if I was caught lying, I’d be arrested” I nodded, biting into my lip. “Dr. Abraham Erskine was the man to conduct my medical. He asked me if I wanted to kill Nazis, to which I told him that I did not wish to kill anyone; that I did not like bullies no matter where they were from. Dr. Erskine decided to enlist me as a candidate of Project Rebirth, a secret "super-soldier" experiment being conducted by the Strategic Scientific Reserve” I nodded, remembering the doctor’s name on the reports.

“The night before the treatment, Erskine revealed to me that his first test subject, the Nazi officer Johann Schmidt, underwent an imperfect version of the treatment; becoming super-human but suffering negative side-effects due to his inner ambition for power and obsession with becoming a "superior man". It scared me, I thought I would become evil, like this man had” I shook my head, knowing that Steve would never have been that way. Dr Erskine, he told me that I was a good man at heart, and because I had been weak my whole life, I would not lose respect for the strength he would gain” He smiled before it quickly fell, and I remembered, Dr Erskine died the day of the treatment.

“The treatment was extremely painful, more so than any pain I had ever felt before I screamed out in agony and Erskine and Stark almost shut off the reactor, but I told them not to. Ensuring them I’m alright. I went from being 5'4" tall and weighing 94 pounds, to being 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs. Peggy Carter was the first to greet me as I stepped out, she asked how I felt” Steve laughed, and I smiled weakly, remembering the photo of the beautiful dark haired woman. “ I told her I felt taller” We both laughed, and I met Steve’s eyes, seeing the traces of sadness, I sighed, knowing that everyone he was talking about had either died or wasn’t far from it, they had all grown old in the 70 years he was frozen.

“Dr Erskine planned on me being the first super soldier, and once he was sure it worked he was going to create an army, to win the war, but the serum got destroyed that day. Rather than the hero he wanted me to be, I was paraded around the camps for the soldiers, a show, named Captain America. When I was doing those shows, I found out that Bucky and many of his team had gone missing, I wasn’t going to prance on a stage when my best friend could have been in danger, and no-one was willing to help. Peggy and Howard Stark flew me to Austria, in which I accused Peggy of having a relationship with Howard, which made things uncomfortable between all three of us” I nodded, not wanting to meet his eyes as he spoke about the girl he use to love.

“The plane was attacked, I ordered Peggy and Howard to turn around once I was clear, Peggy didn’t like that. She said I couldn’t order her around, and I told her, I’m a captain, I could. Then I jumped out” My eyes widened and Steve laughed quietly, nodding. Once I had got in, I found Bucky strapped to a table, he was so weak” You could hear the sadness in his voice from a mile away, I sighed weakly. “They let me fight with them afterwards, with my own select team they called the Howling Commandos, but towards the end of the war, we were fighting HYDRA soldiers when Bucky was thrown from the train” He took in a deep breath, his eyes getting watery. “I couldn’t save him, I watched his face as he fell”

“Steve, I’m so sorry” I looked down, not knowing how to comfort someone who blamed themselves for their friend’s death. “I can’t imagine how much it hurt” He shook his head, taking in a deep breath.

“I was angry, hurt, I tried to get drunk, to forget the pain… but my metabolism is too high” We both chuckled and I smiled to him. “I went after Red Skull, we fought on a plane, containing a major German weapon. I thought I killed him and so I piloted the plane and tried to fly it away from the target they had set. The plane was going too fast” Steve shook his head, “I made a decision, and I called Peggy to explain. We arranged a date, both of us knowing I wouldn’t make it. She was going to teach me to dance” Steve laughed, shaking his head, with a small smile. “I crashed into the ice below me, it was the only way to be sure the weapon would never reach New York. My body was frozen for 70 years” Steve finished off his food them smiled.

“Dessert?” He asked casually, making me chuckle. I nodded, glancing over the menu just before the waiter returned. We ordered and I looked back to Steve who leant back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“When I woke up, it took a while for me to adjust, the bright lights, TV adverts on the sides of buildings. I just thought about everyone I knew, and how they were all more than likely dead. Soon enough Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, approached me, asking me if I wanted to save the world again” I smiled, watching as Steve held back a chuckle. “Loki had stolen the Tesseract and intended to use it to conquer and rule the Earth. I was not happy when I found out they had also searched for the weapon I risked myself to hide from the world. I was surprised when I arrived and they had made a new shield for me, as well as an updated version of the uniform I had in the war” I nodded to myself, remembering the uniform he was wearing when he came to my apartment earlier.

“Thor returned home to Asgard with the Tesseract and Loki, and the Avengers went their separate ways until the next time we would be needed. We’re all on call 24/7. I parted ways, deciding to get accustomed with this new way of life, to understand the points on my list of things people told me to look up” I chuckled and he nodded, quickly reaching in his pocket and pulling out a notepad.

TV Show - Sherlock

Moon Landing

The Beatles

Berlin Wall (up and down)

Sean Connery

Thai Food

Star Wars/Trek

Nirvana (Band)

Rocky (Rocky II?)

Troubleman (Soundtrack)

“How much of this have you done?” I asked, my eyes flicking up. He grimaced and I laughed, he hadn’t looked up any of it yet. “I’ve got Sherlock, Star Wars and Rocky on DVD, and I’ll show you the best of Nirvana and the Beatles” He smiled and took my hand in his.

“That sound’s fantastic” he whispered, smiling widely.

“Did you ever learn to dance Steve?” he blushed and shook his head, smiling to the table. “I can show you, unless you don’t want to take it from Peggy” his head snapped up and he shook his head, smiling slightly.

“I’d love to, Peggy told me to move on, that she’d had a good life” He smiled, one which I returned again. “She would have liked you, and probably pushed me to ask you on a date” He laughed, “you’re amazing” he mumbled, blushing once more.

“Says the man who has saved the world, twice?” I retorted, making Steve laugh, and I met his warm blue eyes. “I’m just a student who managed to meet the only Gentleman in New York”

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