#avengers infinity war x reader

[waltermis]

And yet she's still the one that got screwed over by Marvel 😮‍💨

[romanoffshouse]

"This will be the day that I die."

[literaryavenger]

MCU + Reader Masterlist

- On-going series -

Warnings: MCU spoilers. Language. Mentions of death, fighting and use of firearms. My poor attempts at being funny. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Part 2 | Part 3

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Ant-man

Captain America: Civil War | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Black Panther

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

loml fr

[delicatebarness]

bring him home | prologue

Summary: A revisit, back to where it all went wrong, when The Mad Titan finally did it himself.

Warning: MCU Spoilers, mainly Infinity War. Avengers: Infinity War contains extended, intense sequences of violence and peril. Swearing.

Word Count: 1791

Masterlist | Next Chapter

A/N: I thought this was longer to be honest, I have split it up into four named parts. However, it just mainly a recap of Avengers: Infinity War with some rewrites to fit the reader into the story.

Tags: @crazyforbarnes | @whiminiferous | @armystay89 | @bucky-just-needs-love

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE MY WORK POSTED, TRANSLATED OR PUBLISHED TO ANY THIRD PARTY SITE OR APP. IF ANYONE SEES MY WORK ANYWHERE BUT HERE, IT HAS BEEN REPOSTED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

The Children of Thanos.

It was a typical spring day, the farmers market in Greenwich Village was blooming. Flowers, fruits, vegetables, all the colours were so vibrant. Walking past a fruit stall, you can’t help but smile when you notice the plums. If only he could have been here with you, pick out some for your fruit bowl in the home you created together. But, no, it couldn’t be done. Not yet anyway.

You carried on your morning walk around the city, daydreaming of what may be. You smiled and waved at locals, and took photos with anyone who asked. “Miss Stark! Welcome!” You knew the city loved you. The child of a genius, a superhero. They adored your father for what he created, they adored you for who you are. The kind, empathetic daughter of Tony Stark.

~

You stopped just by the end of a stall and pulled out a flip phone, but still no messages. Suddenly, a non-forecasted breeze began to pick up. And, fast. Before you knew it, the plums from earlier began to roll past you in the street. Intuitively, you tapped your chest and allowed the nanotechnology to cover your entire body. Pink and gold wrapped around you perfectly as you rushed to help stop stalls flying, catching pushed-over citizens.

“Friday? Where’s my dad currently?” You called to the AI within your suit while pulling an elderly man back up onto his feet, guiding him to a nearby cafe where other pedestrians have taken safety. A blue digital map appears on the holographic display with the location of your dad. 177A Bleecker Street. Not far, you thought to yourself.

Finally, you reached the address Friday had given you. You burst through the front door of the place, releasing your head gear the moment you notice your dad.

“Dad! Bruce? You might want to get out here and see this!” You didn’t stay to see if they were following, you ran out as quickly as you ran in. Making your way towards the source of wind and destruction, you continued to help fallen citizens.

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You fight your hardest to keep Bruce safe, you don’t understand what is happening with him and Hulk but that was their issue, all you could do was protect them both.

“Wong, you’re invited to my wedding.” Watching your dad fly up to reach Peter and the ship, you began to thrust your reactors to follow his lead. “No, I need you on Earth.” His voice echoed through your comms, you tried to argue back with him but he knew what your argument would be and he didn’t want to hear it. “Now, Y/N, please.”

Just like that, you were back on the ground standing with Bruce, watching him pick up your dad’s burner from the ground.

“Bruce?” He looked up at you, seeing how your eyes were fixed on the phone.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Call Steve.”

Brother.

After Bruce had called Steve, you both headed back to the compound and explained the situation to Rhodey. You frantically start to move things around the holographic screens trying anything to locate Vision.

“Hey, Steve’s on his way, it’s okay.” Bruce came over trying to calm you down, he knew that look on your face. It was the same face Tony pulled when he was focused and lost in it.

“He’s the closest thing I have to a brother, I need to find him, Bruce.” Picking up your phone, you tried to call him, you tried Wanda too, but no answer,

“Tony said-“ Bruce pointed to an error on the holographic, referring back to when your dad explained Vision couldn’t be located.

“My dad doesn’t know shit, Bruce.” You continued to go over everything on the screen, hearing only mumbles from Rhodey in the other room. You’re too fixated on the screens to realise they weren’t just his. Until the movement of Bruce walking out catches your eye.

“This is awkward.” Sam! You close the screens down and rush out to where Bruce is now standing. Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda and Vision. They all are here standing in the compound once again.

“Vis?” You gasp as you notice he is limping, being held up by Sam and Wanda. “Come on, let’s get you fixed up.” You relieve Sam from his duty and help Wanda get Vision back into the office to rest. Passing, you make eye contact with Steve, and exchange a look that only has meaning between you two.

“We have to destroy it.” That one sentence made you stop thinking and trying to understand. A quick “What?!” escaped as you glared at your android brother. You knew that if that stone got destroyed, especially while still in Vision's head then he’d be destroyed too. Vision and Wanda began the conversation about her being the one to do it, you couldn’t help but feel for them both. On one side, your brother is asking your best friend to kill him. On the other, your best friend was being asked to do the impossible.

You listened, it was all you could do, to the discussion further. Bruce explains that it isn’t just the stone that makes Vision, Vision. It’s Jarvis and Ulton. Your dad, Bruce and the Stone. Even, you. The discussion led to carrying out a procedure to remove the stone while keeping Vision exactly how he is. All they needed was someone able and a place to do it.

Once again, you and Steve exchanged looks. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it with a nod.

“I know somewhere.”

Wakanda.

You sensed a sort of thrill flying into Wakanda, you’ve admired the entire country and its technology since finding out about its existence. You also admired how welcoming, understanding and extremely helpful they have been in keeping your not-so-little secret. You sighed in relief as you edged closer to the kingdom, knowing soon you’d be the safest you have ever been in your life.

You look over at Vision sending him a hopeful smile. Knowing first-hand how incredibly smart Shuri is, you know your brother is in safe hands. That's what Wakanda meant to you. Safety. Protection. He reached out, squeezing your hand. He knew you were deep down terrified of something happening to him, you are his big sister after all.

“Whatever happens -“ he began, you stopped him giving him a ‘do not say another word’ look.

“It’s going to work. It HAS to work.” You emphasised you couldn’t think of any alternative. Not when it was his life on the line. You already couldn’t get a hold of your dad or Pete. Vision was not leaving as well.

When you landed in Wakanda, everyone made their way off the jet but you held back for a moment. You double-checked yourself in the mirror, noting your puffy eyes from the tiredness from fighting, flying and mind-blowing experience yet, you smiled. What waited for you outside of the jet would make it okay.

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man.” You heard his voice as you started walking down from the jet. You watched as Steve went in for a hug with an old friend, Bucky’s eyes caught yours as he finished the embrace.

“James!” You exclaimed as you ran towards him, jumping to wrap your legs around his waist, his arms tightening around your back. He held you as close as he possibly could.

“Hey Doll.” He whispered as started to place a soft kiss on your cheek, taking in your scent. Neither of you noticed the glances from your fellow heroes.

As everyone begins to gather outside, you give Vision a reassuring look as you decide to wait outside with Bucky and Sam. You talk together about the journey, Buck’s new arm that you helped Shuri design on your private trips to Wakanda.

Suddenly, the defence shield around Wakanda destroys a vessel that tries to enter the atmosphere. You felt your boyfriend’s left arm wrap around your waist, it felt strange for a moment as you grew used to always having the right one around you.

“God, I love this place.” You watched his smile as the three of you looked up at the explosion the shield had protected you from.

No Goodbye.

You fought your way towards Thanos, dodging his attacks and shooting blasts. If it wasn’t for that one stone, the wizard's stupid green glowing stone freezing you in a stance, you could have prevented it all.

You watched frozen unable to move, scream, or cry as Wanda, your best friend, destroyed a part of your brother that was currently keeping him alive. You watched as his body turned grey, falling to the floor. Then, before you knew it, you watched him come back to life only for Thanos to kill him again only this time. He forced the stone out of Vision's head, leaving a hole the size of a fist in his head.

You saw everything. Your friends and family are lying on the ground, defeated. Your best friend is devastated holding onto your brother’s lifeless body. Your eyes searched everywhere for Bucky, your internal thoughts screaming his name in search of him. Then, you saw Thor coming down with force and an axe, but, he was too late and went for the heart.

The second Thanos left, you fell to the ground, rushing to Vision’s body.

“Vis?” You screamed at his body, shaking it to wake him up. “Come on, Vis! Get up!” Wanda grabbed you, shaking you until you looked at her. You both collapsed into each other arms over Vision's body.

“Steve?” His voice, he was okay. You dropped Wanda’s embrace for a second to look over at the man you fell in love with. Before you had fully stood to run to him, he just disappeared.

“James!” Screaming his name as you hastily ran towards the spot he disappeared from. Steve caught you in his arms before you could fall to the floor. “James!!” You kept screaming, looking around frantically thinking it was just the light playing mind games with you. Placing both of his hands against your cheeks, Steve forced you to look him in the eyes, reminding you to breathe. “Where’d he go, Steve?”

“I don’t -“ he began before you pushed him away, you had watched the rest of the world disappearing in the reflection of his eyes. “Y/N?” He called as you ran to where your best friend had once been sitting comforting you.

You turned back to face Steve, Bruce, Thor and Natasha. Your face soaked from the tears that would not stop flowing. It had been hours, who knows how many since you last heard from your dad or Pete, now, you’ve lost Wanda, Vision and Bucky.

“They’re all gone.” 

[coffeeandbatboys]

In The Endgame (Peter Quill x reader)

A/N it took me an hour to find this specific GIF lol

Request: from Anon

hiii i saw you were taking requests for peter quill and was wondering if you could write something that takes place during endgame where everyone who got blipped comes back and peter and reader reunite since he got blipped but she didnt? just super emotional and fluffy? thank uuuuuu <3

Warnings: angst, fluff, emotion

No...

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't supposed to die in space.

None of you were.

But Thanos had taken Gamora, and Peter, Drax, Mantis, and two of the Avengers you'd met all turned to dust right in front of you.

Your heart suddenly broke, knowing that Groot and Rocket were with Thor.

And now you were stuck in space with Nebula and Tony Stark.

Two people you were not incredibly fond of.

Once you were rescued and brought back to Earth, you learned that Rocket was alive, but Groot hadn't made it.

"What the hell happened to us, Kid?"

And even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone but you, he cried.

You cried for months after losing the love of your life.

But in the five years that followed that fateful day, you never moved on.

You kept yourself busy helping Rocket and Nebula to hold the Galaxy together and searching for Thanos while many of the heroes were 'dead'. And then one day, a bug dude showed up and brought the concept of time travel with him.

And this is how you ended up back on Morag in 2014.

It was the first time you'd seen Peter since he dusted. You desperately wanted to run to him and kiss him again, but this wasn't your Peter.

As he danced dramatically to 'Come and Get Your Love', you, Nebula and 'Rhodey'—as you'd been introduced—watched on at the utter ridiculousness.

Rhodey broke this silence.

"So he's an idiot."

You couldn't disagree.

"Yeah." You smiled sadly. "He's my idiot, though."

After all you'd been through there was no turning back now.

Portals opened everywhere in the ruins of the Avengers campus, and that's when you spotted Drax and Mantis, then—

Him. Your sweet, loveable idiot, Peter Quill. Sprinting over to join your found family once again, he spotted you and broke a smile. You returned it, giving him a desperate kiss when you reached him.

"I thought I lost you forever!" You cried, clinging to his jacket.

He looked confused. "It was only a few hours?"

Your head snapped up.

"Uh, try five years."

"What?..." He whispered, eyes widening as if horrified by the concept of you being alone for five years.

You turned towards Mantis and Drax, waving to them with a giddy expression. They both waved back, and you all faced the Mad Titan's army ahead.

And soon, you were right in the thick of it.

Lunging at a nightmarish humanoid creature, you blasted it before turning to cover Peter, who was fighting off two more. Once those were taken care of, you moved in and fought them back to back. Being close to Peter again felt like heaven, even in the battlefield.

Even when you saw all of the Female avengers joining to push back against the army, you were hesitant to leave Peter's side in fear that you'd lose him again.

"Go." He told you with a smile and a kiss. "I'll be here when it's over."

You ran after Mantis and Nebula, spotting...Gamora? You weren't sure how that worked, but you were glad nonetheless. It didn't feel right that Natasha wasn't there, but this, you felt, was to honor her. It was what she would want.

Fighting a pale squid looking thing, you watched over it's shoulder at Carol, the woman who had saved you in space, entering the fight. You cheered wildly and pumped your fist in the air. There was no way you would lose, now.

As you struggled with a Titan monster, you received some help from Groot, who skewered it with a thick branch while you blasted it in the head.

"Thanks, buddy." You high fived him.

"I am Groot."

"It's good to see you too!"

And all of the sudden, the Titans were disappearing.

It was then that you looked over to see Tony, slumped against a piece of wreckage, pale and barely breathing. It hit you that he had just snapped the enemy away, and that had drained everything out of him.

You shared a sad look with Rocket.

As dickish as Tony was, he had a good heart.

And he gave it all to save the world.

Everyone stood in silence as he breathed his last. And then one by one, they began to kneel. A king, a sorcerer, a captain, a soldier, an assassin, all from different backgrounds, honored one man. You kneeled and began to cry, knowing that he had a wife and daughter, one of which would be waiting for him.

After the funeral, you sat at the edge of the lake outside the Stark's cabin. Peter sat down next to you and slid an arm around your waist.

"He didn't have to do that." You bit back tears and leaned into him.

He signed deeply. "I don't think he saw a choice."

You had learned that Gamora, was in fact not the one you knew, but the one that didn't know any of you. The last you'd heard is that she'd run off in a ship from the battlefield.

"I missed you, Peter. You have no idea." You sobbed.

He pulled you closer "I'm sorry you had to go through that, babe."

"I...I couldn't bring myself to move on. You better treat Rocket right, too. He's the only reason I'm still here."

"I'm really glad you didn't. And, were on good terms, trust me."

You chuckled, giving a small smile.

"There it is." Peter crooned, kissing your jaw softly. "Wanna go get Dairy Queen before we head back out there?"

"Hell yeah!" You cheered.

[preciousscarab]

Make it Up to You

18+ please!! minors DNI

Steven X reader, Marc X reader, Jake X reader

Summary: Steven is called into work and blows off your date, leaving you doubting the relationship. The boys change your mind.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talking, oral (f receiving), over-stimulation, creampie, aftercare, cocky jake lol

A drawn out sigh left your lips slowly. You'd been waiting for over twenty-five minutes at a café for Steven. Today was his day with the body and he couldn't even be bothered to show up on time?

A barista passed you on her way to the restroom and shot you a soft smile that you painfully tried to return. You turned your headphones up louder and waited for a glimpse of brown hair to come into the door.

It wasn't easy dating three people in the same body who also happened to serve Khonsu. Their nightly duties paired with them having to keep a job proved to leave you alone most nights and days. You longed to have powers like the boys, so maybe you could join them at night at least. Instead, most nights you lay facing your open window watching the phases of the moon.

The boys came more often when the moon was smaller, as they were less powerful and Khonsu gave them more time with you. Another sigh escaped your lips when you checked your phone to reveal another five minutes had passed.

Your attention was pulled to your phone:

Lovers: Hey darling, Donna called me into work for something important and I promise we'll make it up to you later! Love you!

There was always something more important than you. You took off your headphones and stepped the counter, ordering a latte. The girl you made eye contact with earlier made it hastily as you dropped the change into the tip jar. Your walk back to your flat was short, you shut the door and plopped onto the couch.

You didn't even want the latte anymore, instead deciding to read and wait for someone to come make it up to you.

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A knock woke you up, the book that was sitting on top of your face fell to the floor. You rubbed exhaustion from your eyes and sat up groggily. Another knock sounded and you realized it was likely one of the boys. You quickly stumbled to the door and threw it open.

Steven's face peaked around a bouquet of red roses, an innocent smile on his face. "Hey love! You'll never believe it!" He stepped into your flat and set the flowers on the counter. "One of our tour guides who was fully booked today got hit by a bus! Donna asked me to take over his shift isn't that great!"

You nodded and threw him a fake smile, "That's great Steven."

"Not for the tour guide but definitely a win for me! Donna told me she would start scheduling me to give tours!" He kicked his shoes off and made eye contact with himself in the mirror by the door. "What do you mean?" He sounded annoyed at one of his alters.

His eyes rolled back and suddenly his expression darkened, running a hand to smooth his hair he eyed you through the mirror. "Come here." Jakes accent you couldn't quite pinpoint commanded.

You frowned and moved close enough to him to turn around and look at you, he cupped your face gently, "He's such an idiot." He shook his head in disbelief, "We give him the body for a day when he's off to take you on a date and instead he goes and tours idiots at the museum."

You nodded softly, "It's okay Jake, no need to be so hard on him. He's passionate about teaching others about Egypt." Jake huffed and pulled you into a hug.

"You're allowed to be upset, y'know that right?" He muttered something sweet in Spanish and kissed behind your ear, "Cariño I've missed you so much." He pulled away to kiss your forehead.

Jake was being surprisingly gentle, normally he was mostly the one who came out to be rough with you in the bedroom. He stepped away and sat on the couch you woke up on, picking up your book from the floor. "Did you fall asleep reading again?" You nodded and he patted the seat next to him. "You're so endearing.." He scooped you across his lap and stared lovingly at you, "Too good for someone like us.."

Before you can even contest he crashes his lips to yours and sighs into your mouth. Jake held your face in place while the other grabbed your hip roughly pulling you closer. "Mmm I haven't had the opportunity to appreciate you yet." He stands up quickly with you now in his arms and brings you to your bedroom. "Can I appreciate you Cariño?" Jake's eyes rolled back and Marc's eyes gazed at you in his arms.

"Steven was stupid to go to work today." He stated and set you on your bed. "Wasn't he?"

You felt a sting of frustration at the loss of what Jake was doing, "Why'd you interrupt us?" You grumbled and Marc laughed.

"Who said I was interrupting? Maybe I'm contributing." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and shoved you onto your back, "Take your shirt off r--" His eyes rolled back and Steven looked at you softly.

"I'm so sorry Y/N! I didn't even realize you were upse--" His eyes rolled back and Jake was back.

"Neither of them are going to breach anymore Cariño, you have my word." He crawled over you and nudged your head over with his nose. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, "I'd like to see them try to stop me from this." He challenged and began sucking a soft spot making your breath hitch. He hummed on the spot, "I know honey.." His other hand began to stroke your thigh while he continued his kisses.

Jake suddenly crawled off of you and sat by your pillow, "Y/N I need you to come here." You blushed and sat up to move, he was quick to shove you down on your pillow and grab the hem of your shirt. "Let me take this off for you cariño, just relax for me." He slipped off your t-shirt and stared at you in your bra. "I'll never get tired of seeing you like this.." He unclipped it and tossed it on the floor. "Look at you Y/N...so perfect." He gently had you back against your pillow.

"You're such a good girl, so good at listening to me aren't you?" His hands both on your thighs as he looked at you darkly, "That's why I'm going to treat you. You've been so good for me. You were so good to Steven and he didn't even show up, such a little brat to Marc." He grinned, he always loved trying to prove he was better than Marc, especially when it came to you.

He began pulling off your pants, taking your panties with them. He admired you after throwing them to the side, a hand on your hip while the other held him above your face. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise." He kissed you again while a hand made its way to your breast, squeezing and then rolling your nipple in his fingers. "Will you be good and let me, let me do what I want?" You nodded and you saw the excitement in his eyes.

His mouth drifted from your neck to your chest, while a hand moved between your legs. He rubbed your inner thigh while he sucked hickeys onto your breasts. "I gotta make sure they know how good I did you, how well I treat you...And how good you were to let me." His thumb reached up and flicked across your clit.

You arched your back at the touch, trying to get closer to his hand again, "Oh cariño look at you, can't even control your begging." His hand pinned you hip back down and used the same hand to rub your clit, he was grinning at your whining as he continued. "There you go, you're doing so good for me. I can't wait to taste you." Your mind felt blurry, Jake had only eaten you out one other time.

Most of the time he got you ready for him and then fucked you until you were ready to beg him to stop. The last time it happened it was because he disappeared for two days on a mission without telling you he even left. You were certain he did it last time to convince you to forgive him.

His thick fingers suddenly inched into your pussy, pulling you from the memory. "Holy shit cariño, you're soaking wet." His fingers went knuckle deep and you moaned his name. "I know Y/N, I've only just started." He chuckled and you felt his stubble on your inner thigh, you looked down at him and his dark eyes bore into yours as he pressed a kiss to your clit.

Fireworks erupted in your stomach as his tongue darted out and licked right up your folds. His fingers started moving faster as he latched his mouth around your clit and sucked harshly. Your thighs closed around him and you felt him chuckling against your core.

"Wow you taste so good Y/N." He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered at the loss, he stared at the slick covering his fingers before sucking it off. He slipped both right back in and continued, tongue flickering around your clit as he whispered praises your way.

You could feel an orgasm building, "Jake I'm so close..." You cried out and he started moving even faster somehow. You turned your head to see an almost full moon outside the window as your pleasure bubbled over, heat spreading across your body.

Jake continued until your breathing became ragged and you were trying to pull your pussy away from his aggressive pleasuring. "God you're such a good girl." He sucked his fingers clean again, "Are you ready for more cariño?" You peered at him nervously, his dark eyes showing you he was nowhere near done. You nodded and he grinned.

He pulled his own shirt off now, muscular shoulders and his chiseled torso making you want friction. You closed your legs to try, "So impatient aren't you? You want my cock now?" You nodded again and he titled his head, his hands pausing to unbutton his jeans, "Use your words Y/N, I would hate to have to teach you how to use it again around my cock." You blushed, knowing that he was being honest.

"Yes." His hands opened your legs again, staring as he continued to unbutton his pants.

"Yes, what?" He growled, pulled them off and tossing them to the floor, the bulge in his boxers looking enticing.

"Yes I want your cock now." You pleaded, Jake tugged his boxers off and pulled you onto his lap roughly. His cock was lined up with your entrance, he slipped the head in and you cried out, waiting for him to shove you down.

"Look at me cariño." You opened your eyes and stared into his. He shoved himself all the way in and you just about screamed.

His fingers were big, but nothing ever quite prepared you for his cock, it felt like he was going to split you in half. Jake put a hand over your mouth, "You feel so tight, god Y/N." He began to slowly pull your hips off his cock to get movement going.

The initial shock of his girth became pure pleasure almost instantly, he kept his hand over your mouth as he began thrusting into you rapidly. "Such a good girl for me, how does that feel?" He demanded and moved his hand to be around your throat.

"It feels so good Jake." You responded around his tight grip and he kissed you softly. His grip eased and he wrapped his arms around your back, holding you while he fucked you loudly.

Without taking his cock out he got on top of you, continuing his hard thrusts, hands grabbing your hips to get leverage. "Cariño, you're taking it so well." Jake pulled out and pulled your legs against your shoulders, he shoved back in with force, pulled a moan from you.

Jake continued to fuck you with force, pushing your knees to your chest and holding them there. He penetrated deep and you were left wordless and breathless in his hands. It felt like hours had passed and he continued putting you in different positions.

"Cariño, how would you like to come?" He cupped your chin, his thrusts halting as he stayed buried deep in you.

Before you could even answer his thumb rubbed your clit and he moved slowly in your pussy, "J-Jake.." You whined and he stopped with a taunting look on his face.

"Answer the question or I'll be doing this all night. Unless that's what you want." He did it again when you went to answer him, he did it harder when you tried to speak through the pleasure. "Cariño answer me now."

"O-on my s.." He smashed himself into you quickly and rubbed faster, almost bringing you to orgasm, "Side!" You whimpered a plea and he shoved your legs to one side, pulling out to adjust where you sat before he shoved back into you.

"Now was that so hard honey?" He teased and he leaned to your nightstand drawer, pulling out your vibrator. "Since you've been such a good girl for me, I'm going to reward your clit." He pried your leg up to put the vibrator on your clit, turning it on.

Jake began to fuck you once again, with the vibrator against your clit. You felt the orgasm rippling and begging to come out within ten seconds. "Jake I'm so close holy--" You once again became wordless, trying to beg Jake for permission to come.

"Cariño, you've been so obedient, come for me." He demanded, "Then I'll fill you up for being so good." Your release came out so hard you felt your toes curling and eyes roll to the back of your head. No sound left your lips as Jake continued to fuck you through your climax.

You pulled the vibrator from his hands and he put it right back, the overstimulation causing broken whines out of your mouth as he fucked you like that until he came inside of you. He finally took the vibrator off and you felt his cock twitching in you. "Such a good girl Y/N." Jake stammered and he pulled out, panting out of breath.

His eyes rolled back and Steven was back, "Darling let me clean you up, let me take care of you. I'm so sorry about earlier, let me make it up to you." You peered at him nervously until he grabbed a tissue and wiped you clean, "Let's get you to the bathroom." He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.

Steven massaged your back and cleaned you up, wordlessly taking care of your leftover makeup and dressing you into his shirt and boxers. He tucked you under your blanket and got himself dressed. Steven climbed into bed beside you and cuddled you to sleep.

You slept heavily and dreamlessly, waking up to feel refreshed without your boyfriends beside you. You yawned and rubbed your tired eyes when the door opened, Marc came in with a tray of breakfast and a cocky smile on his face.

"Good morning baby, let's get you fed so I can finish what I started before those two stopped me." Marc said confidently and you blushed.

All three of them always knew how to make you feel better.

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A/N: Hope y'all liked! this is my first piece on this account, back in august I lost my old fic blog when i got a new phone lol. this is also my first smut piece so hopefully its good lol. I think I'll be able to get this blog up and running soon!

[lilstephenlover]

y/n: wanna fu*k?

stephen: why do you have to say it like that? it's supposed to be a magical moment.

y/n: hocus pocus lemme strokus

[ramen-flavored]

I’ve said this once and I’ll say it over and over until I die.

Steve’s ending was completely out of character and complete shit.

[mymelodymia]

hello!!! can i request thor x daughter!reader where she is sixteen, its settled at infinity war and it's like the scene with Tony and Peter when she gets dusted?? if you want to, of course!

Im right here // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: thor comforts you while you are being blipped.

Warnings: injurys, angst, overall just too god dang sad

age: 16

A/N: aahhhh! Thank you for requesting darling!!

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You threw yourself at the purple giant, he smacked you away like a fly. The impact knocked the breath out of you and you hit a nearby tree, groaning in pain.

You watched your father, thor, stab thanos in the chest and heard him quietly tell thor, "you should have gone for the head!" He said breathlessly before snapping his fingers.

A wave of nausea immediately hit you like a train. You barley caught a glimpse of thanos cowardly disappearing into a portal.

"Dad, i-i dont feel too good" you said holding your stomach, before falling to the ground, too which thor caught you (obviously)

"Dad.." you said as your breath picked up quickly. Your father cupped your cheek to comfort you and keep your eyes on his. He asked a series of questions that all represented "whats wrong?"

"Your hear with me right?" You asked desperately "im here, im right here" your father replied tearfully, looking deep into your big blue eyes.

One single, lonely tear fell down your cheek. Thor whipped it away with his thumb. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and fear.

He watched as your beautiful face slowly drifted away into thin air. He let out a pained sob as he looked down at his empty arms. He held them to his chest, he put his arms over his head as he continued to cry, curled up like a ball on the forest floor.

He had lost you, the one thing he cared about in life, his only light, your death was something that would follow him for a long time. He never truly got over it. Just distracted himself with video games and beer.

That is, until one day, 5 whole years after the biggest heartbreak of his long life, bruce and rabbit showed up.

What they said gave him hope...(avengers theme song playing)

+•°+*°•+

A/N: haha cliffhanger!i'm working on a part 2 with a happier ending 😄

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[waltermis]

"I got red on my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out." Natalia Alianovna Romanoff Born: December 3rd, 1984 Died: August 2014/October 16th, 2023. Vormir. Daughter, Sister, Avenger Parents: Melina Vostokoff, Alexei Shostakov Sister: Yelena Belova

[donaweasley]

I Will Find You (Part 01)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

It has been three years since Ragnarok; three years since the attack on the Statesman; three years since Loki, the love of her life, has gone. But a mysterious event tells her that he is back. Certainly! … Probably. But taking everything back to normal sometimes isn’t as simple as one might wish.

Warnings: Angst, mature themes, eventual smut in next part (with a happy ending).

Part 2 is complete! Read here!!

Read time: ~37 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

"I will find you."

With a promising squeeze of her hand, he had repeated the words "I will" before pushing her further into the escape pod, and fading away into his usual green glow.

That was the last time (Y/N) had seen him, or even heard from him. That was on the Statesman. When the ship with Asgardian refugees was under attack, (Y/N) had wanted to stay back and fight, for she was the commander of the army under Loki's rule. But her king - the only one she had truly been loyal to - had ordered her to mind the safety of the people escaping to Earth.

"We Odinsons will handle it here," he had said with his usual confident smirk.

But, for the first time in her life, she could not trust her king. Her fear - or maybe it was her instincts - had told her otherwise.

Several months prior, when Loki used to sit unchallenged on the throne of Asgard, he had described to her, in confidence, the ruthlessness of Thanos's ambitions, the extent to which this Titan could go in order to fulfil his dreams. And he was not the least ashamed to confide in her that he was scared of him; that even the thought of that monster scraped chills down his spine.

Despite all these, Loki had gone off to fight him. To save his people. To save his brother. All (Y/N) could do was beg the Norns for his safe return.

But apparently, the Norns did not hear her pleas. Thor had returned but without his brother, without the love of (Y/N)'s life. Without her betrothed.

New Asgard was built and, even though it took a lot of emotional effort and time, the survivors had gradually started calling it home.

But not (Y/N). Her home had a heartbeat. It had a warm embrace and caresses of soothing lips. Her home had magic radiating from his fingers.

And it was all gone. She had no home now.

"Lady (Y/N)?"

A familiar deep voice pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up to find Thor's smiling face awaiting her. The once cheerful and flamboyant god's condition was no better than hers. The man who had once been the heartthrob of every lady in the city now hardly cared about his shabby looks or his health.

(Y/N) was seated on one of the many rocks on the shore where the sea often came by to cast a soothing hand. The crashing sound of the waves helped her to cut the noises in her head and drift off to a place where she and Loki were together… or could have been together.

Seeing Thor, she rose from her place and walked towards him, careful not to slip off the uneven surface.

"Prince Thor- Pardon me. My king!" She had only ever addressed one person as her one true king, and it was difficult for her to assign that title to someone else so soon.

"Please, lady (Y/N)," the new king replied, "you do not need to address me as your king. I am no king here. Besides, you and I have a stronger relationship than that. You are my sister. My brother's betrothed."

"Nonetheless, you are still-"

“(Y/N),” he interrupted her, “I’m not here to debate on some formalities. We are long past that … I hope we are. I … It hurts me and everyone else to see you fading away like this. I simply wanted to ask you to take care of yourself. It has been over three years now. He is not-” The words stuck in his throat like a sharp blade. “He’s not coming back,” Thor resumed in a softer, shaky tone. “You must move on. It-”

“Have you been able to move on?”

Her question took him by surprise.

“It is different for me,” he tried to justify himself.

“It is nothing different, Thor. You think you deserve a tragic life ahead because you were their king and his brother. Well, I was the one charged with protecting you all, in charge of protecting him. I failed.”

The last word came out in almost a sob.

“I knew he would end up doing something stupid,” she tried to hide her tears behind trembling hands, “and he did exactly that. Every time I thought I had lost him, he returned. I waited this time, too. And waited. Why did he not return, Thor? Why?”

The older Odinson could no longer hold his emotions back. As tears started staining his face, too, he took a few steps towards her until he wrapped her in his protective, brotherly embrace. She was the only family he was left with, and it broke him even more to see her break a little more every day.

“Be strong, sister,” he tried to console her, “our people need us,” and kissed the crown of her head.

When the grief subsided a little, they both walked back to the village, with tattered hopes that someday - maybe someday - things would get better, even if just a little.

Later that night, something unexpected happened. A man from the village came running to (Y/N)’s doorstep to inform her of a news that was going viral on the internet. Although stunned initially, she refused to believe him, waving it off as some Midgardian’s silly joke to gain attention. But when he showed her the videos that apparently many people across the northern borders of the country had posted, the hair at the back of her neck stood up.

Afraid that she might faint, she gripped the door frame tightly.

“Does the king know of it?” She asked the man who had once been a foot soldier under her command.

“Not yet. I thought you should be the first to know it.”

“Thank you, Axel! Thank you!!”

She rushed past the soldier and did not stop until she was able to bang her fist on Thor’s door.

When a tipsy Thor finally opened the door, he panicked upon seeing her breathless state and wild eyes. Like a burnt man who feared fire, his first assumption was that they were under attack again.

“Have you heard the news?” She panted.

“What news? What-What happened? Why are you-”

“People have observed a sudden spike, a sudden burst in the northern lights!”

Thor, who could make no sense of it, stared dumbfounded at her.

Steadying her thoughts, she tried to elaborate. “It looked like the lights suddenly rushed upwards with a strong force, as if they were being pulled by something powerful in the atmosphere. Or,” she paused, “more like someone was radiating a sudden burst of energy through the lights.”

She remained quiet for a while, allowing the other person to process her words.

“Do you not get it, Thor?”

She showed him the videos on Axel’s phone which she had grabbed on her way.

Finally, with eyes as wild as hers, Thor tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed. “Are you trying to imply that…”

“No matter how much they credit the Sun and the magnetic fields on this planet, we of all people know who created those magical lights,” a grin was cracking its way through her lips.

“If this true-”

“This is true!” She cut Thor off.

“Where?”

“All along the northern border of Norway. But they were the most powerful in Tromsø. The reports say that it lasted for about 4-5 minutes before the lights resumed their normal state.”

“We must leave. Now!”

“It would take almost 24 hours from here. I-I cannot believe… I…”

She seemed frantic. After all these years of waiting, of almost giving up hope, were her prayers finally heard? Burdened with a myriad of emotions, her knees gave way and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.

“(Y/N)!” Thor tried to help her up. “We must make haste. Let’s go.”

—----

The ride was long. But the years that it took for them to see even a tattered veil of hope was even longer. Loki was back. Probably. But indeed if he was back, why did he not try to communicate with (Y/N)? Was he alright? Where had he been all this time?

A cyclone of thoughts and questions had taken control of (Y/N)’s mind. The Norwegian countryside swept past her, but her vision was clouded by the hope and ecstasy of finding the man she loved once again, and by the doubts and fears that her mind conjured. As the cold night air nipped at her face, she was taken back to one of those beautiful nights in Asgard where the only fear that sometimes poked her was that of Loki’s disguise being discovered by someone. But with the sorcerer’s abilities, those anxieties eventually waned. Every single time.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A voice was calling her from a distance. A soft whisper. She could not locate the source of it but she knew that deep, soothing sound. Loki’s voice.

“(Y/N)!”

There it was again. But… It was too dark. Someone caressed the side of her head. She could not see who it was until…

“Loki!” (Y/N) opened her eyes to see her king hovering over her with a hand on her head.

“Forgive me, love, I never wished to pull you out of your sleep. You looked so ethereal! But this is important.”

“How did you get in here?”

Her question was met with a smirk and with a pair of eyes that almost spelled out the words for her: “You really did not ask that.”

“Oh!” She realised once the last traces of sleep evaporated.

“Now that you have realised, get up, darling. I have arranged a picnic!” Loki said excitedly.

“A picnic?” She was dumbfounded. “In the middle of the night?”

A slender finger rested on her lips. “Shh! Do you trust me or not?”

“With my life, yes, but I cannot say the same about your madness,” she suppressed the urge to chuckle.

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her comment. “Come now, get dressed,” Loki placed a folded fabric beside her pillow.

(Y/N) had eventually learned that it was hard to argue with the God of endless-surprises-up-his-sleeve. So, without pestering him with further questions, she took the gift and unfolded it, only to be mesmerised by what she saw.

It was dipped in the colours of the night: a dark shade of blue that could only be found on moonless nights, when the sky is anything but jewelled with solely the lights of distant stars. The lower half of the dress - the part that would probably extend beyond the knees - gradually descended into cascading folds of tulle, sprinkled with tiny stones that shone like faraway planets and stars. The back was designed in a deep V-shape that would travel to the small of her back while the length of the said tulle was longer on the backside than on the front, leaving the fabric looking as though the night sky had flowed down on it and would be proudly flowing behind her as she would walk.

“I love this, Loki, I do! But … this is a bit too much, is it not?” She announced with a small frown.

The king, who had made himself comfortable on a cosy chair, dismissed her statement. “You refuse to wear something lavish in front of your people, I do not protest that. But, the future queen of Asgard can certainly do her king a favour in private, can she not?”

How could she ever say no to his charms!

“And how are you supposed to declare me as the queen when people always see Odin sitting on the throne? Hmm? Do not ruin something that took years for you to build, Loki. I am your queen. Whether people know it or not, I do not care.”

“Love, I know you have a penchant for drama and overthinking but,” he crossed a leg over another, “I have a plan. I always do! So, cast your worries aside, and please, bless me with a view of you in that gown!”

“Are you simply going to sit there and stare or would you show some decency and turn around?” (Y/N) gently got off the bed and took the dress in hand.

“Darling, this is not the first time I would see you as you are, unhidden by some bland piece of fabric, that does nothing to compliment your beauty. Is it?”

“Are you suggesting that what I wear is hideous?” She narrowed her eyes threateningly.

“Of course not! But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath those. Are they?” His eyes travelled across her body as though he could already see what he was praising.

Shaking her head, but not without a soft laugh escaping her, she sauntered towards the bathroom.

“That I do not know, my love. But I am afraid that I must disappoint you this time.”

Before Loki could make another smart remark or could stop her, she closed the door. But what Loki did not did not know was the way he had already flustered her, how she had leaned against the closed door and laughed into the dress in her hand.

The only downside of being with the trickster was maintaining secrecy. To his subjects, he was Odin. The younger prince had supposedly died a valiant death while saving his brother. So, (Y/N) and Loki no longer got a chance to stroll through the woods, as they once loved to do, or to sit silently in the garden as the sun bid goodbye to the lands.

Loki teleported them both to the picnic spot, which turned out to be a small clearance in the hills. (Y/N) observed that the sky reflected the outfit that the king had chosen for his beloved.

“It is gorgeous…my king!” She gently squeezed his arm. “But a bit chilly, do you not think?”

Standing behind her, he purred in her ear, “I am here to keep you warm, my queen,” and gently grazed the skin on her shoulder up to her neck with his lips.

“If this was your plan, then we could have stayed in the comforts of my chamber,” she whispered through ragged breathing.

“But there is a different kind of magic beneath the open sky. Would you not agree?”

She broke away from his arms and turned to face him, “Have you brought me here, in the middle of a cold night, robbing me of my sleep, only to chit-chat and to try to seduce me into losing this dress?”

Loki’s eyes shone with mischief. “The last part, yes. But not before I show you something. And not before this.”

He extended his right arm and with an elegant wave of his fingers, a large rug emerged on the ground, with baskets of her favourite fruits and snacks, jugs and goblets of wine, accentuated with lamps and streaks of flowers.

“Shall we?” He offered her a hand.

“I love you!!” She did not take the hand but wrapped herself around him, gifting him with one of those emotional but passionate kisses that reminded them of the bond that they shared, and left them both thirsty for more.

Loki was not fooling around when he had said that he was there to keep her warm. The air had indeed changed from being cold to pleasantly cool. Sitting there on the cosy rug, she kept stealing glances at the man who had made her life so beautiful that, for the first time in years of her service as a soldier, she feared death. Life was beautiful ever since he had walked into it. It was one of those heart-warming yet adventurous stories that have people believing in the magic of love and of life. And there was no version of this story that involved anything or anyone other than Loki.

“Loki?”

The trickster was lying on his back, with his arms folded behind his head. (Y/N) found him staring at the sky with a hint of a smile toying on his thin lips. It was clear that he had sailed far away in his thoughts and into some warm island where his world was blessed with Spring.

“Hmm?” His eyebrows arched as he looked at the source of the voice that tugged him out of his rumination.

“Would you promise me something?” She asked softly.

“Anything, darling! Anything that does not involve the disappointment that you had thrown on me by shutting the doors of your bathroom on my face,” he answered with a sly grin.

Hitting his chest lightly, she resumed, “Please promise me that you would never stray away from me again. Under no circumstances. For I would not be able to live without you. I shall survive, yes. But my life would be as good as death.”

“What- Why are you saying these things, (Y/N)?” Loki sat up.

“You are always up to some mischief,” she explained. “Either that or you run off to some heroic act. You have no idea how I shatter every time you fake your…” The word was like a poison that she could not bring to her lips.

“I know, love, I know,” Loki wrapped an arm around her and brought her head down to rest on his shoulder. “Believe me, it hurts me just as well to even think of the misery that I had brought on you.”

“Whatever you do, Loki, promise to come back to me. Always. From even the farthest corner of the universe. Promise me.”

“I shall always come back to you, darling. Where else would I go? You are my home. I shall always find you.”

He sealed his promise with a loving kiss on her lips. Wiping fresh tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, his mouth conveyed all the feelings, all the unsaid things that even the Silvertongue did not know how to frame into words.

When they pulled away, Loki took her hand in his. “Remember I had said that I wish to show you something?”

She nodded with a smile.

“It is time!”

The confidence and the mystery radiating from him excited her. It was this thing about Loki that made her fall in love with him over and over again. He was a wise ruler who made sure that his people were safe and happy, an emotional lover who understood every depth of his partner, and a child who always had a spark for something new in his life.

“Lie down with me?” He asked softly.

“Is this another one of your tricks to-”

“No!” His protest made her break out into a hearty laugh. “No. I do think of things other than making love to you.”

“I was teasing you, you oaf!” She kissed his cheek amidst laughs. “Alright then,” she did as requested. “What is it that you wish to show me?”

Loki copied her action. As she gazed at the contour of his face, he raised his hands and gracefully moved his long fingers as if they were doing a dance of their own.

“I know I look ravishing but you will miss it all if you keep staring at me, my love,” his eyes were strained on the sky above as he spoke with a smirk. “Look above you.”

With a playful huff, she turned her head towards the zenith. And was she spellbound!

Above them, dancing in synchronisation with Loki’s fingers, were several folds of green glow - the kind that Loki’s magic produced but softer.

“Are those-?” She squeaked excitedly.

“Yes. Midgardians love them!” He stole a glance at her. “They once thought that it was the Bifrost. Now they say that it is their sun that is responsible for these. Fools!”

“They do not know the magic that is you,” (Y/N) whispered.

“Mother taught me how to create these. These were,” he sighed, “my first big gift to her as a student.”

She could not decide which was more mesmerising: the ballet of lights in the sky or their reflection on her trickster’s face that emanated a mix of happiness, pride and nostalgia.

“Why do you not adorn the sky here with these lights?” She turned sideways to face him, still captivated more by him than the lights.

“Father never liked them here,” the joy left his features. “Said these were a stain on the perfect Asgardian sky.”

“Well, we both know he was wrong,” she smiled, hoping that Loki would do the same but he simply shrugged.

“Do you have to keep working at them?” She asked.

“No, just for a little while,” he explained. “These cannot be seen by anyone else. Else they will know that I am here. They are only for our eyes.” The mischievous smile returned to his face.

“Good. When you are done, I want your fingers to work their magic on me. And on this dress,” she added in a gravelly voice.

“Who is seducing whom now?”

“I do not care!” She lay back to watch the captivating glow above. Her chest swelled with pride for Loki. He was undoubtedly the best sorcerer she had ever known about, and yet so underestimated. The ignorance of her people made her laugh inside.

“Neither do I,” Loki broke her chain of thoughts when he hovered over her and kissed her breath away.

Fingers that had once made those lights above dance, now danced nimbly on her skin as it deftly freed it of the gown. His own robes were, however, not so gracefully shed, for (Y/N) now lacked the patience which she once had when they had arrived at the woods. Loki’s mouth left a hot trail behind wherever it went while cool fingers soothed the path.

Indeed the open sky had a charm of its own. Walled from the rest of the world by a strong spell, beneath the dancing lights, they drowned in each other as the green lights above danced on their skins.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A hand gently shook her by the shoulder.

“We are here,” Thor stated.

Blinking, she looked outside the van. The green lights were gliding across the sky in harmony, casting their reflections on the duo.

Loki!

A voice inside her breathed the name.

“Let us spread out. We will ask the locals if they had seen anything or anyone unfamiliar yesterday when the spike occurred,” she instructed Thor as they stepped out of the vehicle.

The search was futile. Every person they asked knew only about the spike and nothing else. Not one soul could mention anything about any person who might have looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“There is nothing to be found here, sister,” Thor mumbled. The poor man had finally found one thin streak of hope, and even that turned out to be false.

But the other person was adamant. “No. No, it cannot be… It cannot be a deadend. There has to be something. We must keep looking.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. If Loki was indeed here, wouldn’t he have come to us?”

But (Y/N) wasn’t listening to any logic. There had to be some mistake, she was sure of that. Something was certainly wrong. Her intuitions had never been wrong. And this time, they were stronger than ever.

Or was it just the illusion of a broken heart?

Rubbing her hands over her face, she was about to protest when a man called them.

“Hey, are you with that team of scientists who came yesterday?”

The sudden interference startled them.

“No, we’re-”

“No,” (Y/N) cut off Thor’s blunt confession, “we are not with them. But we are looking for some kind of pointer that would help us locate the cause of yesterday’s event.”

He eyed them suspiciously. “You don’t have any fancy equipment on you? The other guys looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie!”

“Sounds like S.H.I.E.L.D to me,” Thor whispered in (Y/N)’s ear.

“Well, I am afraid our team isn’t that rich yet,” (Y/N) quipped. “We’re on our own here for now. For basic research purposes.”

From the looks of the man, he sounded convinced this time. “Yeah, you may try the lake. I'd said the same thing to the other guys.”

“The lake?”

“Yeah. God knows what they have hidden in the waters. Should take you about,” he shrugged, “ten minutes from here.”

“Why the lake?” Thor enquired.

“You haven’t heard?” The man shifted amused glances between them. “That was where the real show was! I was nearby. That place … it still gives me the chills to think of the way those lights suddenly seemed to burst upwards! Thought it was the last day of my life!”

“Did you see anyone there? When it happened?” (Y/N) put a pin on his enthusiasm.

“No! Just me and my dog. We were returning from-”

“Thank you!” She pulled out a fifty Krone bill from her purse and handed it to the man. “Thank you so much! This is all we can offer.”

But the man held his hands up. “I don’t need your money! Thanks, anyway. And I must say, for a bunch of poor guys, you certainly are generous. They didn’t produce even a penny yesterday.”

She smiled. “I want you to keep it. Please. You do not know how much you have helped us.”

Reluctantly, the man took the note from her. “For science,” he said cheerfully.

“For science,” she nodded, and rushed back to the van with Thor by her side.

“If S.H.I.E.L.D is already there, then we won’t get a chance to set foot on the place,” Thor voiced his fears.

“I do not know what I will do,” she ran a nervous hand through her hair, messing it up even more. “I truly do not know! I just hope … We will find a way, Thor. We have come this far. We shall certainly find a way.”

Her energy lifted his spirits but at the same time, he was scared that her hopes might be burnt to ashes in case this was but just a cosmic event.

All the way, she kept placing different theories out before them.

“Maybe Loki was there. He can be invisible if he wants to. Maybe that is why that man did not see him… Maybe Loki was not here earlier. Maybe he was lost somewhere. And yesterday night he landed here, and something - I do not know - caused him to bring a change into those lights? … Perhaps he himself had an energy boost… But… why?”

“(Y/N),” Thor placed a hand on her knee, “calm down. Please. We are almost there.”

The place was indeed marked with S.H.I.E.L.D’s tape all over it. It looked like another one of their camps. It was, in fact, just another one.

“I’ll go talk to them,” Thor assured her. “They know me. Well, someone here should know me. You stay right here, okay?”

With a smile and an encouraging pat on her back, he dissolved into the crowd. The truth was that Thor’s own heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Regardless of how huge the god was, at that moment, he felt like he would crumble under the weight of the anxiety that had been building inside him ever since he had heard the news the day before.

(Y/N) stood at the edge of the camp, looking around, trying to find perhaps the tiniest of clues that would lead her to the god she came looking for. And yet, nothing that could whisper even a shred of a tale about Loki caught her eyes or ears. With a sigh, she wandered off towards the lake.

Under the dark veil of the night, the water looked gorgeous. Silent, calm, and yet with the promise of a storm beneath the surface, and an even deeper sense of mystery shrouded within. That and the reflections of the rippling lights on it reminded her of Loki.

Is he not as enchanting as this? No. Much more than this.

The thought made her smile. Her dry lips stung slightly as they spread after a long, long time.

Something about the lake called out to her. Gingerly, she took small steps until she found herself standing on the bank of the waterbody. The auroras were swaying above, casting graceful shadows on her. She should have been anxious and yet she felt a sense of calm that she had believed to be lost forever. It was as if she had finally landed on a piece of earth where she was meant to be.

He is here!

Her entire being seemed to be screaming out to her. The feeling had never been stronger. She looked around with wild eyes.

Loki is here! I can feel him!!

Finding herself on the edge of insanity, she filled her lungs to call out his name. But stopped.

There were a lot of other people around whose attention she should not be drawing. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the wet grass and closed her eyes. At last she knew what she had to do.

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“Here,” Loki placed a hand over her heart, “we are connected here. Nothing can break this bond.”

In response, (Y/N) placed a hand over his. “And what about all those times when you go away, intentionally or not? How am I supposed to find you?”

“Darling,” he chuckled, “I think the summer heat and my close proximity have got you a little confused. Is it you who finds me or is it me who finds you?”

“It is not funny, Loki!” She removed his hand with a frown.

He loved to tease her relentlessly, the strong commander-in-charge of the Asgardian army who chose to become no less vulnerable than a child before the god of lies and mischief. Every moment spent with her breathed life into him, but there were times like these that he cherished the most.

“Come here,” his voice had dropped a few octaves but in a warm way. His hands ran down her arms until he found her fingers and placed them on his temples.

“Feel that?” he asked softly.

“Your heartbeat,” she nodded.

Gently, the trickster placed his own fingers on her temples.

“Now, do you feel that?”

A soft tickling gradually wrapped the skin on and around her temples. It felt like someone was tracing feathers upon her skin but from the inside.

“What-”

“We shall always feel each other,” he explained, “no matter where we are or how far we are.”

Her eyes widened at the revelation. She never knew such a thing was even possible!

“Are you telling the truth?”

He sighed. “Darling, do I look like I am in the mood for some mischief? We can hear each other’s thoughts now-”

“But-”

“Only,” he interrupted her, long fingers requesting her to pause and listen to him, “if we want us to.”

“Alright,” she shrugged with a satisfied smile, “I like that part.”

“Love, you forget that I can hear your thoughts any time I wish to! I choose not to.”

“Oh, I know that!” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “So, you are telling me … that now we can amuse each other even across a ballroom filled with uninteresting people?”

“Even across the palace, darling! Across the realms!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

“Well, in that case,” she whispered in a sultry manner, “I shall bid you goodnight.”

Loki looked at her with a question mark slapped over his face.

“Let us speak in our thoughts, from our separate rooms, across floors!”

With a twirl, she freed herself from Loki’s arms and ran towards the door with a squeak, her lover following behind with the most mischievous grin on his ecstatic face.

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“Loki!” It was a whisper, even in her thoughts. “Loki, I know you are here. I was not sure before but now I do. I can feel you, more than ever!”

Her prayers got stronger with each sentence she uttered in her mind.

“Loki, I know you can hear me. We promised that no matter where we are in this universe, we will remain connected. Do you remember that? I know you can hear me. So, please, listen to me, Loki. … Maybe it is because somewhere deep down I felt you … because I still feel you … that I never left hope of seeing you again. Not even when the entire world screamed that you are … gone. I still feel you, Loki. And I know that I shall see you again. That you will find me. Like you promised. Like you have always promised. … You have always found me, Loki. Every single time. Please come back to me. Once more. Please, Loki! Find me once again. … Loki!!”

A sudden shiver ran up her spine; something had disturbed her. Something like a gust stirred behind her. Her senses told it was not just the wind but someone. And instinctively, a fear burnt inside her momentarily only to be doused quickly by an even stronger hope. When one has lost everything that they love, little room remains for fear. It is a fanatical hope for the impossible that remains behind.

And this time, her hope was not misplaced.

“You found me.”

The deep voice floated through the cold air and into her soul.

With a loud gasp, she opened her eyes to find Loki standing right beside her: head held high, the wind blowing messy locks onto his face, his armour - the very one that she had seen on him three years ago - tainted with scratches, his green cape tattered in several places, and yet, he radiated the aura of the king that he once was!

She did not remember how she was able to stand up on those legs that threatened to give way any moment. She did not remember when her hands went up to hold his face, gently yet firmly. All she remembered was the pure joy of feeling complete.

Loki did not utter another word. As her trembling fingers trailed his skin, she realised that his eyes were sunken, his face thinner than usual. Her hands trailed down his armour, still unable to believe that Loki was indeed standing before her, that it was not some cruel joke of the distraught mind.

He was indeed there.

Her thumb drew soothing circles over his cheekbone. “How have you been?” Her lips quivered as a drop of tear trickled down her face. 

Loki’s eyes mapped her features. “I am alive.”

“I have…” (Y/N) could never finish that line for she finally broke into a sob that had been threatening to overpower her from the moment she saw him.

With arms wrapped around him, she wept like she had never done in these three years. All this time she had hope, even though a silver of it, of his return. So, no matter how sad she had been, she had never wept for long. Only the ones without any hope mourn their loved ones, and she was not one of them.

But now, when she had finally found him, all the emotions struck her at once. She had a home now. Again.

Amidst the gush of feelings, she failed to notice how Loki did not engulf her in his arms, as he should have done. Or how he did not bury his face in her shoulder, as he loved to.

“I still cannot believe my prayers were heard!” A shaky laugh left her.

Unwrapping herself from him, she gazed at him longingly again.

“You are actually here!” A pair of trembling hands tried to hold back the sobs flowing from her lips but failed. “I always knew! I…”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped her eyes.

“Okay. I believe you need rest. Let’s go home.”

“Do I still have one?” Loki finally spoke. But there was a despondency in his words.

“What?” It took her by surprise. “Of course, you have a home. Why-why do you ask this?” A hint of a smile unsuccessfully tried to support her words.

“How should I know? I had been away for too long.”

Everything seemed to be ending up in knots for her. Shaking the doubts off her mind, she took his hand.

"Oh! I see. I know it is nothing like Asgard; not even close. But…we call it New Asgard. And it is all we have. This is our home now. And…my home has always been you, anyway." She looked up hopefully at him. "And now that you are back, I have found my home again!"

Loki did not respond.

“You must be exhausted," she said. "You need to rest and eat properly. And then we shall talk. Okay?” She gave him an assuring smile. “I shall go and inform Thor.”

The moment her hand left his, a scoff escaped him, followed by an icy, “Of course!”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned around towards him.

“What?”

"Of course, you would have to inform Thor."

(Y/N) noticed that the name had a bitter ring to it, just like it once had several years ago.

He continued, "He is the king now. Obviously he would need to know every single thing that happens in his kingdom. And you, of all people, would certainly be the most loyal to him. Dear big brother always gets what he wants!"

Nothing made sense to her. Absolutely nothing! Every syllable uttered by Loki sounded alien to her. There was no way she could fathom the disdain that he held for his brother - the very brother for whom he had not thought twice before putting his own life at stake! And… was that a hint of distrust that she heard? For her?

“I-I do not understand you, Loki,” she stepped closer to him, the business with the elder Odinson thrown out of her distressed mind. “Why- What happened? Was it something I said? Did Thor do something that I do not know of?”

“It was a mistake coming here. A big mistake… I should have never listened to you. It is all a lie! You, in your sole existence, are a lie!!”

The words struck her hard. But before her emotions could even react, (Y/N) noticed the beginning of a faint green glow around the god.

“Loki, WAIT!!” She screamed loud enough for the entire camp to hear. But it worked; the glow was gone, and with it was the immediate fear of losing Loki again.

“Just wait!!” With a shaky voice she pleaded with the love of her life as she gripped his hands tightly, “What is wrong with you? I… Would you please explain! What have I done to deserve such hatred from you when all I have ever been capable of, regardless of all circumstances, is to love you with all my heart and soul?!”

“You demand an explanation after what you have done? Claiming to love me only to give my place away to someone else?”

“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The hands that held on to him desperately slowly slipped away.

“I do not care,” he cried, “about what anyone thinks of me or does to me. And I understand very well that I was not around for quite a long time. I could not be even if I wanted to with all my might! But…you could have at least told me the truth. If you really felt me, as you claim to, you could have at least told me! Why do you pretend to love me now when you have already given yourself up to your new king??”

“Loki!! Do not accuse me of things that I am too ashamed to even speak of!” She clenched her fists around his arms. “Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you are saying?”

“Oh, do not deny it now!”

Before she even realised what was happening, she felt a sharp sting on her palm as it connected flat across Loki’s face. However unpleasant it may have been, perhaps it was what was needed to shatter Loki’s rage and allow his pain to flow out - a sentiment that he had mastered at hiding behind a mask of anger.

"I saw you… yesterday…" Loki's voice started shaking. "I came back. To you! Only to find you in my brother's arms!"

His knees gave way, and the god dropped to the ground, kneeling before her, weeping like a child.

Loki’s words washed over her like those giant waves that crash over a lost soul and pull them in, only to drown them again when they try to fight back. (Y/N) tried to replay all the incidents from the day before but with everything going on, it all became a haze in her mind.

The sight of a broken Loki before her did nothing to help her. Immediately, she mimicked his position, and held his face in her hands.

"Loki, whatever you saw, whatever you are thinking is a misunderstanding. I swear! I do not know what you are talking about, not now at least, but we will figure it out. Okay? I assure you, Loki, there is only one person I have given my heart to. And it is you. What I feel for you, is beyond anything that I feel for anyone! Believe me! Please!"

All this time, Loki refused to look into her eyes. He was scared that if he did, he would not be able to refuse her.

"I want to," he finally breathed a shaky whisper.

Gently holding onto her wrist, he finally looked at her. But his hopes were short-lived.

As fate would always have it for him, just at the precise moment when he had decided to believe her, the silhouette of his brother came into view behind her.

Thor had heard (Y/N) scream, and came running to ensure her safety. But…

"(Y/N)! I heard you! What happened? Is-" He stopped in his tracks. His lost brother's name, even through a shallow breath, sounded to him like the most melodious music. "Loki!!"

The older Odinson stopped in his tracks. Tears flooded his eyes as he took in the sight of the brother he had believed to be dead. When his body could finally respond from the shock, his legs tried to take him as fast as possible to Loki.

But the scenario on the other side was not the same. The sight of Thor, regardless of how warming it was, brought up fresh images of the blonde wrapping (Y/N) in his arms on the seaside, of kissing Loki's betrothed on the head.

And that was enough to stir the fire within him - one that (Y/N) had just managed to calm down.

Loki got up, blinded by a searing pain somewhere deep within his chest. 

"You do not deserve me," was all that he uttered to (Y/N) before disappearing from the scene.

A stunned Thor froze in his tracks. A broken (Y/N) sat on the cold ground feeling more empty than she had ever felt.

"He is gone!" She whispered to the dark night air.

Thor stumbled up to her.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?? He was here, wasn't he? (Y/N), he was here, right? (Y/N)!!"

But (Y/N) was lost in her own world. She kept mumbling to herself, wild eyes searching for something - or someone - in the far distance.

When Thor called her again and shook her, it was only then that she looked at him. And repeated the same line:

"He is gone, Thor! He is gone."

"What do you mean he is gone? He was right here!!"

"I cannot feel him anymore." A hand loosely trailed down from her temple to her chest. "He has…severed the bond. He has cut me off! Loki has… He has really ended our…relationship."

The words trailed off as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Or why it happened. Standing beside her, Thor looked around helplessly. He knew nothing about this bond that (Y/N) was talking about. All he understood was that his brother was probably lost forever. Again.

This time Loki had really left.

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you��re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat 

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

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Unexpected

Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: The Avengers never thought in a million years that anyone would put up with Stephen Strange, so naturally they’ll want answers as to why you happened to be his partner.

Warnings: typical-canon violence and some angst at the beginning, but don’t worry because it gets pretty lighthearted.

Timeline: post-endgame au where everyone lives.

WC: 3k+ words

A/n: the reader is a powerful witch btw. If you want information about the reader in MCU, read here.

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Stephen was so incredibly tired. Anyone would feel like that if they spent five years fighting nonstop to defeat a giant purple alien threatening to destroy the universe. As much as he wanted to go to sleep, he still had to fight the endless amount of aliens that Thanos commanded.

When he looked around him, he watched in silent pride as many of his friends fought valiantly alongside him. Each person contributed to the battle in their own way, and from the way the battlefield looks, he could only assume that they were going to win this battle quite soon.

Yet, he was afraid, worried about Tony. Even though this is the only outcome in which they win this battle, Tony was going to have to sacrifice himself in order to defeat Thanos and his armies. His fears only doubled when he saw Captain Marvel fighting Thanos on her own. He could only watch helplessly as Tony slowly looked over towards where Stephen was preventing the ocean from flooding the battlefield. When they finally made eye contact, Stephen held up his finger, silently conveying to Tony that he was the key factor to winning this war. Understanding his message, the armored man quickly rushed over to where Thanos stood with his arm already inside Tony’s gauntlet. These events were all he had expected.

What he didn’t expect, however, was your sudden appearance beside him.

His heart dropped. You weren’t supposed to be here. He purposefully left you out of this battle so you could be safe, yet here you were, stubborn as ever to fight for the sake of the greater good. He watched as you worked with Tony in determination to take the stones away from Thanos. However, like the Time Stone prophesied, Tony was the one who ultimately wielded all five stones. And with just one snap, the world grew quiet.

While his eyes readjusted from the sudden blinding light that spread across the battlefield, he panicked. He could care less about the enemies around him dissolving into dust. He didn’t even care about the cheers of victory his comrades shouted towards him. No, he was frantically searching for you in the midst of the dead bodies around him because the last thing he saw before the bright light came was Thanos slamming you onto the ground repeatedly until you were unconscious.

His frantic eyes searched for you, his beloved, the only one who inspired him to push himself harder for five years straight, just so he could see you again. Now that it’s over, he might not even be able to hold you in his arms ever again. He tried not to distract himself from that depressing thought as he pushed his way through the crowd of Avengers. However, when he finally made it through, he wasn’t expecting you to not only be alive, but to also be strong enough to nurse Tony back to full health with your water magick. His eyes widened in shock. This was not something he foresaw in this outcome. Was this ending allowed?

Everyone talked amongst themselves while your watery hand hovered over Tony’s cheek and sealed the last of the cracks on his face. You smiled at him faintly, not wanting to show to anyone how absorbing the Infinity Stones’ powers inside Tony in order to heal him had almost killed you as well. But, magick always came with a price, and you of all people understood that. You lowered your hand and collapsed tiredly against the large, upturned rock while Tony stood up. A woman you assumed to be Tony’s wife ran up to him and cried onto his shoulder in relief as a wave of people made their way over to hug Tony in gratitude.

You didn’t blame them for not caring about your condition. They barely knew you, since Stephen refused to talk about you or even let you participate in this war, but you were just grateful that you were able to break Stephen’s protection spells and make it to the battlefield in time. You smiled at the thought of Stephen finally being back after five years without him. Though your thoughts were peaceful, your body was still struggling to process the foreign power coursing within you, so you needed to think quickly about where to transfer this power.

Stephen was too busy thinking inside his head about how on earth you ended up in an outcome that he did not foresee. From what he knew about the Mystic Arts, what you did was supposed to be impossible. But his thoughts dissipated away when he heard the sounds of your pained grunts on the ground. He looked down at you crawling over to where Tony’s fried gauntlet was while your hands radiated the bright colors of the Infinity Stones. He was too afraid to even touch or approach you because he still couldn’t believe the you were here, right in front of him.

After you took Tony’s gauntlet into your hand, you shakily slammed your hand onto the five stones, causing bright lightning to spark and the warbling sound of sheer power to resonate across the entire battlefield. Immediately, this got everyone’s attention, a mixture of curious and fearful eyes turning towards you with the hope that you would be able to survive too. When all the power was finally transferred back into the stones, everything stopped and you collapsed onto the ground with a series of terrible coughs of blood. Everyone around Stephen immediately rushed over to you, Steve already assigning tasks to the others on how to get you to the hospital as quickly as possible. This was Stephen’s last straw. Nobody was going to take you away from him any longer.

He impatiently shoved everyone out of his way, not caring anymore if he sounded too rude to everyone else. This was all about his partner and he was about to be the only one out of everyone who didn’t get his happy-ever-after. All he wanted to do was cry in frustration about your condition, but he had to stay strong for you.

When he finally shoved Steve out of the way, his breath hitched in the back of his throat when he saw you bloodied and weakened from what you just did. When your eyes finally made eye contact with your husband’s, you felt like your whole world fell apart and rebuilt itself back up all over again. You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or if you wanted to slap him for being dead for five years.

“Stephen…” you trailed off, your eyes filled with the unspoken and raw emotion he knew you only had for him. Oh, how he missed staring into your beautiful eyes. Both of you didn’t care that you now had a crowd that was watching you two interact. But before you could hear him say anything back, your eyes blurred as your world suddenly went dark.

———

When you woke up, you had been informed by Rhodey that you were unconscious for four days now. You weren’t surprised, as those Infinity Stones really did drain you, but you knew you were going to be fine. When you asked about how your husband was doing, Rhodey only gave you a tired sigh and offered for you to come see him yourself. His offer only worried you more, so you accepted. He carefully set you into a wheelchair and took you to the living room, where you could see some of your friends awkwardly observing Stephen. You reached out to grab Rhodey’s hand and silently requested him to stand behind the door so you both could listen in on what the others were saying. He chuckled at your request but did as he was told. You two leaned in to listen.

“I’m not gonna lie here, Strange. I’ve never seen you so stressed out. Since when did you started caring about people?” You heard Tony say sarcastically to your husband. You suppressed a giggle at his words. “It’s none of your business, Stark,” your husband growled out. From his shaky, hoarse voice, you could tell that he’s been up for days in complete distress. Poor Stephen. The others protested to his words at the same time.

- “Why won’t you tell us??”

- “Is (y/n) really so horrible to the point where you can’t even tell us who they are to you?”

- “Why do you care about them so much?”

“Wait,” Steve cried out, immediately silencing the others. You heard him take a step forward. “Do you love (y/n), Strange?” he asked suspiciously. Everyone fell into a tense silence as they waited in anticipation for what Stephen had to say. You looked up at Rhodey and he knew it was your cue to go inside.

Before Stephen could say anything, you entered the silent room with Rhodey and it took everything within him not to cry out in relief. You looked as healthy as you could be. You saw how his eyes softened slightly towards you and you, in turn, smiled softly back at him. “Hi Stephen,” you said sweetly, causing the man to stutter in his arrogant stature. Just from one greeting from you, he was already melting like putty. He really missed you. He greeted you back, but he couldn’t hide from you the clear tension he had from holding back his feelings for you in front of the others. The other Avengers watched you interact with him suspiciously, Tony being the only one to be completely amused by this situation. He has waiting for a chance to make fun of Stephen and now was finally his chance.

“What were you all talking about?” you asked, feigning innocence. Rhodey snorted under his breath as he settled you next to where Stephen sat on the couch. Stephen’s hands twitched in his lap, desperately wishing to touch you. Steve coughed in embarrassment. “Uhh… nothing, (y/n). We were just talking about how we hoped that you would wake up soon and—“

“Wait, I thought we were talking about the wizard man having a crush on Mx. (Y/n)?” Thor asked innocently. (Was it innocent, though? Nobody would ever know). Everyone grew silent and felt the wrath of Stephen’s glare before they all looked at you sheepishly. You blinked a few times at Thor’s blunt words while Stephen tried to explain himself.

“W-well, uh. You see… (Y/n)—“

You leaned back in your wheelchair and chuckled at your husband.

“You have a crush on me, Stephen?” you gasped lightly, amusement sparkling in your eyes. He was about to utter more grumpy protests until your bandaged hand reached out to caress his cheek. All previous stress and anger melted away the moment he felt your skin against his and his eyes shone bright with unyielding love and adoration for you. He couldn’t hide his affection for you any longer. He turned his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand with all the tenderness that he could muster up for you. “I should hope that our wedding vows would be enough for you to figure out that answer, Mx. Strange,” he shyly replied back. He was practically gushing from one sentence and a simple cheek caress from you. Though it was humorous to hide your marriage for so long from everyone else, you were relieved to finally be able to show your affections for him in public.

Meanwhile, everyone was shocked beyond belief.

“Okayyyy, pause on the romcom scene,” Tony stated while everyone was murmuring in confusion. You chuckled and looked at the others. You felt Strange tense up again, so you gestured for him to come to you. He smiled gratefully and simply wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. He could hear Tony’s disgusted groans and Peter and Thor’s ‘awww’s’ but he just couldn’t care anymore. You were finally in his arms again.

Tony crossed his arms. “So let me get this straight. Since the time I knew Strange and you, you guys have been hiding the fact that you two were married? Why?” You shrugged nonchalantly while you slowly rubbed your husband’s back. “Many people wanted him dead and many people wanted me dead. If word got out that we were each other’s weaknesses, all of our enemies would have a field day,” you mused. Your husband sat up properly and turned to glare at everyone. “Exactly. And if Thanos was your first rodeo with intergalactic, powerful beings that want to destroy the universe, think about how all of our enemies want do the exact same thing, or worse— destroy the multiverse,” he boasted grumpily. You hummed and pat his back lovingly. He wasn’t going to get away with being arrogant in front of you this time. “That, and this stubborn man here wants every one of you to think that he has no weaknesses because he wants to be superior to everyone! Isn’t that right, darling?” You cooed innocently while pinching his cheek.

Everyone just stood there stunned as they watched you exchange loving coos to a man who they thought was unreachable, and watched as said man grumbled and pouted when you doted on him. Witnessing this was a bit of a whiplash for them, they had to admit. They stayed silent for what felt like a very long time before one of them spoke up. 

“Um, Mx. Strange?” Peter called out timidly. You stopped your attacks towards Stephen and looked back at the young Avenger. “Yes, Peter Parker?” He smiled back at you nervously before shuffling his feet. He was probably going to get in trouble for this question, but he really had to know. He looked at Tony before looking back at you. “Is Doctor Strange like really soft like a teddy bear or is he always really mean to everyone?” he blurted out quickly before mimicking gluing his mouth shout. Everyone burst into laughter, Tony’s laugh being particularly heard in the room. Peter started apologizing profusely to everyone in the room while Thor used this outburst as a cue for him to walk up to you. He knelt down in front of you and took your hand into his own. “I would only hope that your husband is treating you like you are royalty, for it is the duty of a husband to make sure that a beautiful creature such as yourself is treated as such,” he said smoothly to you before leaning down to kiss the back of your hand in reverence. You choked at his action and stuttered out a series of compliments back towards the god, as you weren’t exactly sure how to process the fact that an actual god is giving you such high compliments. 

That, and with how jealous you could see Stephen getting from the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but selfishly indulge a little in the compliments Thor gave you. 

While you simply watched the god kiss your hand, you decided to answer Peter’s question. “Since my husband is in the room right now, I would rather not answer that question, as I would actually like to be able to sleep in the same bed as him tonight,” you joked lightheartedly. Looking down at the man before you, you slowly slipped your hand from his gasp and pat his cheek. Thor took the hint, stood up, and walked back to his place behind the couch. Stephen immediately grabbed onto the hand Thor was kissing earlier and started to rub it, as if he was actually trying to scrub off Thor’s kisses. You turned your head to stare at him in confusion, but he only leaned in to kiss your lips in a brief, but passionate kiss. Stephen pulled away and glared at everyone. “I’ll have you know that our marriage and relationship is none of your guys’ business. This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you guys about our relationship,” he growled out irritatedly. In response, you hushed him, patting his hand to calm him down. To everyone in the room, it was like you were the sun itself and Stephen was as icy and dark as the moon was. You two were opposites, through and through. 

Rhodey walked back into the room and handed you a glass of water and you took it gratefully. He sat down next to Tony while you sipped your water. “So wizard,” Tony started, already receiving a frown from your husband. “How’s it like to be in a relationship with someone who is better at magic than you?” he challenged, wishing to relish Stephen’s embarrassment for just a while longer. Stephen grew furious when Tony spoke up, but when he finally processed his question, he calmed down. Instead of lashing out, he grew smug. “Actually, it’s amazing. (Y/n) is the most powerful witch I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and it’s almost unbelievable that I get to call them mine.” As if to emphasize his point, he leaned down to kiss your hand tenderly before he looked back up at you. “They are mine...”

He looked at you like you held his entire world in your hands. He trusted you with his life, just as much as you trusted your life with his. Despite how different you two were, you two were always a team. It had taken you too many years to get to the stable marriage you both now enjoyed, and all those years of hardship and heartbreak was worth enduring when you got to feel his lips against your skin and hands intertwined with yours. You were his and he was yours. No one and nothing else mattered, as long as you two were together.

You heard someone clear their throat and you both turned to where Steve sat, his own face red from the situation he had gotten himself into. “Well, I guess we should leave you both to it, then?” He declared. The rest of the Avengers grumbled and proceeded to leave the room after Steve indirectly told them to leave you both alone, for now.

When all of them left the room, Stephen finally let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in since he saw you. He immediately pulled you into a loving embrace, clinging onto you as if you were about to flutter away from him at any moment. “Finally, alone time,” he grumbled against your skin. Lovingly, you pet his hair, making sure he felt all the love you had to give him in your embrace. You were content in staying like this for the rest of the night, but of course, your stubborn husband had other plans in mind.

When he thought you were surely about to fall asleep in his arms, he started kissing down your neck, causing you to groan out in protest. “Noooooo,” you whined out teasingly, trying to tug yourself away from him. He, of course, refused to let this go and excitedly stood up to grip onto your wheelchair handles. “Come on, darling. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he said cheekily before speeding down the hallway towards the golden portal at the end of the hall. You laughed happily and gripped onto the handle bars tightly, your wedding ring glinting brighter than before. Though he will always be an arrogant man to everyone he meets, he is your arrogant man, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; avengers or enemies be damned.

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Lies (Loki x Reader)

(Gif Not Mine)

Summary: You are a clairvoyant and have a horrible dream of Loki’s death at the hands of Thanos. Loki is there to calm you down when you wake up, but you fear that it might have been a vision of the future. (Gender Neutral Reader) Word Count: 1,107 Warnings: Nightmares, Implied Character Death/ Character Death in a Dream, Mild Violence, Thanos, No Use of Y/N, Petnames (Little Dove) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19781032

--- “You will never be a god.“

Those were the last words you would ever hear of Loki speak, the man you loved more than anything and who had promised you to always be by your side.

The horrific crack that could be heard as his neck snapped in two in Thanos' unforgiving grip made you fall to your knees. You tried your hardest not to break down. Tears ran down your face as you saw your lover’s dead body fall limp onto the floor.

“No resurrections this time.”

You crawled over to Loki, not even caring whether Thanos was already gone or he'd kill you, too. The only thing you had left was Loki. Thanos had destroyed your home, murdered everyone you'd held dear, and now he had taken the only person who you had left. Crying your heart out seemed like the reasonable thing to do and you let yourself fall halfway onto Loki’s chest.

Your body was wracked with sobs as you felt for a heartbeat at his wrist, his chest, or anywhere that you hadn’t checked before. Yet, you did detect no heartbeat. Loki was dead and you would never see him again.

Never again would you hear his voice. Never again would he tease you, trick you or prank you. Never again would you feel his warmth or see his smile. Never again would he hold you. And funny enough the first thought that popped in your head was to talk to Loki about this and find comfort in him, but that could never happen again.

Another sob wracked your body as you came to terms with the fact that he was in fact dead. You didn’t know what to do or how to move on from this. In the background, you could hear Thor calling out to you but you didn’t listen.

When you didn’t listen, Thor tried to drag you away, his own eyes filled with tears. You didn’t listen; you just clung to Loki’s body harder. Thor eventually sat down next to you, apparently giving up on trying to move you, tears now running down his face.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t talk to him. All you did was cling to Loki and cry as you felt the warmth leaving his body.

Nothing mattered anymore. Loki was dead.

—

You awoke with a strangled scream, bolting upright in bed. A quick look around confirmed to you that you were in your room on the Asgardian escape ship. Quickly, you put a hand to your mouth, trying to stop yourself from sobbing too loudly. As the contents of your dreams came back to you, a fresh wave of tears assaulted your eyes, and only then did you notice that you were crying.

A voice from next to you called out your name.

Turning your head, you saw Loki, breathing and looking at you. Without a second thought, you flung yourself at him, clinging to his frame and breaking down in earnest. The god didn’t know what was wrong but wrapped his arms around you nonetheless.

“What happened?”

“Night-- nightmare.” You managed to choke out. “Or a vision of the future. Oh, I hope it’s not the latter one.”

“A vision?” Loki asked softly. You were a clairvoyant but your visions only ever came randomly, sometimes in dreams even. “What happened in your vision to make you weep like this, my little dove?”

The thought of recounting this nightmare to Loki made you cry even harder, your breathing now coming out in short gasps.

“You can tell me later but for now I need you to breathe, little dove.” He whispered, hoping the pet name would calm you down a little. He then slowly began to trace shapes into your back. “Focus on my touch and voice, could you do that for me?”

You nodded and sobbed again, trying to focus solely on the shapes he traced onto your back and his soft voice.

“I am sure it was not a vision. Perhaps it was simply a nightmare and you are so insistent on it being a vision that you frightened yourself like this.” He whispered, slowly beginning to trace a star onto your back.

“Is that a star you're tracing?"

“It is indeed. Well done, my little dove.” He whispered and began to trace a heart onto your bare skin. “Can you find this one out, as well?”

“A heart.”

“Another job well done. You are breathing more evenly now. You did well.”

Slowly, you leaned back into him. “You died.”

“I died?” He asked softly. “I am right here.”

“In my dream, I mean.” You clarified. “Thanos, he wanted the Tesseract from us and he snapped your neck. You lay there, cold and unmoving. It was horrifying.”

“And why did he murder me in your dream?”

“You had the Tesseract with you, instead of it being destroyed on Asgard. I've been afraid that you had taken it for the duration of this journey.” You whispered.

You felt Loki swallowed and looked up at him. “Don’t fret, my dove. It was destroyed with Asgard.”

“Are you lying to me?” You whispered.

“Would you be able to go back to sleep?”

“I suppose, I would be able to.” You mumbled. “Loki, could I lay my head on your chest? I would like to hear your heartbeat.”

“Of course.” He gently maneuvered the two of you back onto the bed, your head on his chest. “Like so?”

You wrapped an arm around him and listened to his heartbeat, nodding slowly. It was a steady rhythm against your ear and you were calm within seconds. Loki put a hand onto your head to hold it on his chest and you began to trace little shapes onto his chest, closing your eyes.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

“Can you promise me that whatever happens, you will try to survive?”

“I cannot.” He said quietly.

“Why?” Your voice was shaking again.

“Should it be your life or mine, I would always choose your life.” He explained in a calm, yet sad voice.

“I don’t want you to sacrifice your life for mine!” You protested.

A small chuckle vibrated in his chest “Have I ever done as you told me to?”

“Could you at least promise me that you will fight to survive as much as possible? That you will not let him kill you easily?” You whispered into the darkness.

“That I can promise you.” Loki whispered. “Now sleep, my dove.”

“Sleep well, love.” You whispered, holding onto him. “And promise me to stay by my side should Thanos find us.”

“I will always stay by your side.”

Lies.