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Chapter 2 - A team is formed

Chapter 2 of Coutdown to Christmas// The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova

Warning: cannon violence, jealousy, Clint and reader still have issues

Word Count: 6.9k

Hangover, Germany 

“Take care of yourself and call me back, please.” Yelena listened to the voicemail her sister left for the 5th time before turning her phone off and looking back out the window of her safe house. She was hired to watch and observe the assistant of a politician, who apparently was selling secrets to the other side. In the end, she’d have to kill him but that was part of the job she didn’t like to think about. Her life was a complicated mess which in turn meant her emotions were all over the place. So to get her emotions in check, she buried herself into work and accepted every mission Valentine gave her. It was easier to run away instead of face her problems, at the moment her problem was her sister. 

She mourned and grieved for her sister. In the week when Natasha was ‘dead’ she became a person that Natasha wouldn’t be proud of. Yelena was a master of running away from her problems instead of facing them. ‘I’d love to see you there. I know I’m not the only one.’ Deep down, Yelena missed everyone. She missed her sister, Wanda, Steve, and you. Every time you called and left a voicemail, she deleted it. If you told her to come back, she’d leave any mission no matter the consequences. That was something else she had to figure out. But she wasn’t ready to come back. She wasn’t sure when she’d be ready. 

*

New York City 

“I’m Kate Bishop,” The girl finally answered. She was gasping for air. You put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. The last thing you needed was her to pass out. 

“You’re a kid,” Clint said. You rolled your eyes. “My God.” He looked back to where the fight took place. “How did you get this suit?” 

“I-” she began to gasp for air again. In coming sirens echoed the quiet New York City night. 

“We gotta get you out of here.” Clint said. His sudden urgency was sending the girl further into panic. You gave him a look. 

“Kate,” you using her name forced her to look away from your father to you. “Do you live near here?” She nodded. 

“Yeah, I live just…” 

“Okay,” Clint cut her off, he picked up part of the suit that fell and put it in her hands. “Take this.” She held onto it tight. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kate said. That was up from some debate. You helped her walk out of the alley. “I saw a dead body.” She confessed. 

“We’ll talk about that when we get you someplace safe.” You told her as the initial shock left you at what she said. Clint glanced at you. This was wild, you thought. 

*

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” You asked Kate. She was able to walk on her own. You were impressed with her fighting skills for a random girl in New York. 

“I started taking martial arts when I was five,” she answered. 

“Wow. So like a year ago?” Clint joked, pulling you and Kate close to him as a guy walked past you. 

“Is he assessing threats?” She asked you. “Is that what you’re doing?” You rolled your eyes, pushing away from him. 

“He’s doing something,” You mumbled. “He’s constantly looking for things that are suspicious or weird.” It was your entire life, every public outing his head would be on a swivel. It became rather annoying. Clint sighed, shaking his head. 

“We’re here,” she pointed to the apartment door next to a pizza place. It was probably the most New Yorker thing. “You know some people have called me the world’s greatest archer.” 

“Are you one of those people?” Clint asked. Kate pinched her lips together, her head turned to the side. 

“Well uh yes.” She stuttered. You smiled. 

“It’s great to believe in yourself,” you said. “Is the pizza good?” You asked, pointing to the shop. Kate nodded. 

“Yeah it’s great. They sometimes give me free pizza.” You’ve lived in New York for so long but it was impossible for you to try all the pizza places. 

“Can we open the door?” Clint asked. You nodded and unlocked the door. Your father held it open so Kate and you could walk in. He gave you a look, silently telling you to cut it out. You held up your hands in surrender and climbed the stairs two at a time to catch up with Kate. When Kate opened her apartment door, you immediately locked on the gold retriever next to a destroyed pizza box. You gasped and knelt down in front of the dog. His head rested on your lap as you scratched his ears. “Some guard dog you got there.” Clint said. 

“He’s not my dog,” you looked up at Clint. 

“This is the dog she saved.” You told him. You looked around her apartment as Kate set her stuff down on the table. “Nice place you got here.” It was a studio apartment with a loft area where you assumed her bed was. 

“Thanks,” Kate said. “I inherited it.” 

“What are you 18?” Clint asked. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m 22.” Well that made you feel really old. You couldn’t imagine how your father was feeling. You stole a glance at him and he cringed. You hid your laughter in the dog’s fur. 

“You wanna get the vest off, so we can get going?” He asked. Kate looked down at her clothes and licked her lips. She nodded. 

“Yeah I’ll..I’ll be right there.” She went to walk up a flight of stairs. The dog followed her. You stood up, feeling your bones as you walked over to the makeshift target practice she had. 

“Where did you get the suit?” Your father asked. 

“Black Market Auction.” You glared at him as he walked over to you. 

“Did they not teach you how to clean up after yourself at SHIELD?” You hissed. He ignored your question and asked Kate another. You blocked it out as you picked up one of her trophies. It was a first place trophy at a state level archery competition. The whole self was covered in trophies for archery, karate, and even fencing. The sound of Kate walking down the stairs brought you back to reality and you put the trophy down. 

“So uh now that I have answered all of your questions,” she was wearing an all purple tracksuit and holding a bow and the Ronin suit. “I have so many for you. Starting with, can you sign my bow?” You smiled as Clint took the suit and set it down. 

“I’m not done yet.” 

“Well when you are, can you sign my bow? You’re kind of my favorite Avenger.” You chuckled at the shocked expression on your father’s face. 

“Awe, that’s so cute.” You pinched his cheeks and he swatted your hand away. You had to admit, the girl had an eventful night. She faced the Tracksuit Mafia, found her mom’s fiance's uncle (that was a mouthful) dead body, and met her favorite Avenger. Hell of a night. You soon felt it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Something was wrong. 

“Guys,” Clint looked at you. “We have company.” 

“Hey, Kate Bishop!” A voice yelled out the window. 

“My name’s on the buzzer.” She admitted. 

“Get down.” Clint said, grabbing onto Kate and bringing her to the ground.You ducked as the molotov cocktail broke through the window. The floor of Kate’s apartment erupted into flames. You and Clint ran to the window to see a circle of Tracksuits. One kissed the molotov and threw it. Clint pushed you out of the way. You fell to the ground and watched him break the glass, catch the flaming bottle, and throw it back.

“Impressive,” you said. He helped you up as Kate stood on the stairs behind you and sent an arrow out the window, skimming Clint’s head. 

“Told ya.” She smirked. 

“Yeah, yeah.” The fire was spreading. You felt the heat on your face. “I need to get to that suit.” Kate nocked an arrow and aimed at the fire extinguisher. The arrow hit it and flew up in the air, hitting the ceiling, the opposite wall, and towards the window. You ducked as it broke through the glass. 

“Sorry,” Kate said. The sprinklers over head turned on to try to battle the flames. “My home. All of my stuff.” 

“Just grab the dog and go.” They stood up and ran up the stairs. You stayed put and stared at the suit. “Y/n, come on.”

“I can get it,” you said, looking at him. “I can get the suit.” He shook his head, grabbing onto your arm. 

“It’s too dangerous. Leave it. We’ll come back for it.” You let him drag you up the stairs and you watched the flames build around the suit. Kate was at the fire escape helping the golden retriever out the window. You were grateful for your high  body temperature when you stepped out the window and into the winter air. Sirens were coming as you jumped down onto the sidewalk. Kate held tight onto the dog’s leash as you followed Clint down the street and towards the subway. 

“Where are we going?” Kate asked. 

“Getting further away from those people trying to kill you.” Clint said. 

“Cool, alright, and after that?” She questioned. 

“We need supplies.” You said. Your body was hurting as the adrenaline of the night was wearing off. 

“Like Avenger supplies.” She said with a smile as she looked between you and Clint. 

*

You grabbed a carton of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and found Kate and Clint in the medical supply aisle. You slipped your ice cream into this basket. “So what’s the plan now? Let me guess. We’re going to your safe house?”

“We could go to my apartment.” You said, grabbing some gauze and throwing it in the basket. Clint shook his head. 

“The apartment is in your name. It’s too dangerous.” 

“Technically it’s my fake name?” You countered. 

“You have a fake name?!?” You nodded, smiling. 

“I mostly use it when we don’t want people knowing I’m related to him.” You told her. For the beginning of your college career, you used it, and it was how you got the internship at Stark Industries without anyone knowing you were Clint’s daughter. 

“That is so cool!” Kate exclaimed. “What about the Avenger’s tower?” The mention of the tower caused Clint to freeze. But he recovered quickly as he placed some bandages in the basket. 

“Tony sold that a few years ago.” He told her. It wasn’t a total lie. Tony sold the tower right before the Blip. He and Sam were in the process of getting the tower back while a new compound was being built. 

“That is sad on so many levels.” You followed Clint to the register. There was one person ahead of you. The dog licked Clint’s hand. 

“What is it? What do you want?” He asked, looking down at the golden and pulling his hand away. 

“Dogs can sense stress,” you said, petting the dog. “Maybe you are the problem.” Clint ignored you. 

“I gotta find a place to stash you,” he said, glancing at Kate. “So we can recover the suit and clean up your mess.” You bite your lip. The suit would be with you if he let you grab it. You kept your mouth shut. Your father didn’t seem in the mood for your snarky comments. “Hi. How are you? Merry Christmas.” He said, placing the basket on the counter. 

“I actually know a place about 10 blocks away,” Kate said. “Would a bag of money know a place?”

*

Kate picked the lock of the apartment and opened the door. You scrunched your nose as you enter the apartment. “Are there cats in here?” 

“More like cat hair,” she lead you into the kitchen. You and Clint dropped off the plastic bags on the small table. 

“I need you both to clean your wounds. Use this.” He was frantically pulling first aid supplies out of the bag. “Use soap, this, and disinfect it. I’m going back to your apartment to get that suit and then we can go home.” He headed to the front door. 

“Woah, wait,” you said, following him. “You want me to stay here.” He nodded. 

“Here it is safe. I’ll be quick.” 

“This wouldn’t need to happen if you just let me grab it but no now you get to go off and be the hero.” You said as he opened the door. He stared at you. 

“Stay here.” He ordered, closing the door. You locked it and rested your head on the door. The apartment was filled with tension. With a sigh, you turned around and watched Kate walk over to the freezer. 

“So,” she said. “Are you hungry?” She opened the freezer and took out a frozen pizza. You didn’t expect her to place it on her forehead. You smiled, walked over to her and sat down. You cleaned the cuts on your knuckles, hissing at the feeling. Kate sat in front of you. 

“Here, let me help you.” You poured some disinfection on the cotton ball and moved your chair next to the young girl. You cleaned the cut on her face. She hissed and you blew on the cut you just cleaned. 

“Neat trick.” You moved your chair back to the original spot as she put bandaids on the cut. 

“My godmother taught me that,” you told her. You missed Natasha. You’ve only seen her a handful of times in the year since everyone came back from the Blip. You were avoiding home and she was recovering. 

“Are you okay?” Kate asked. You looked up at her. 

“Bishop Securities,” you said, instead of answering the girl’s questions. You remembered the guy calling her ‘Kate Bishop’ before her apartment went up in flames. “So your mother must be Eleanor Bishop and you are the heir to Bishop Securities.” You knew you recognized the girl. You applied to their internship program but you didn’t make it past the first round which led you to working at Stark Industries. “How does it feel to one day inherit one of the best security companies?” Kate didn’t respond, placing the pizza box back on her head. 

“Is Clint your favorite Avenger?” She asked instead. You smiled as she mirrored your own tactic of asking a question instead of answering. 

“No, he isn’t.” Once upon a time he was. “My godmother is.” You knew her unasked question. “Natasha Romanoff.” Her face changed, almost to sadness. 

“Is it true?” She asked. “That she’s dead.” Your stomach dropped. You saw the rumors of your godmother’s death online as she was focusing on her recovery instead of Avenging. 

“That is a complicated answer,” you said, standing up to fill a glass with water. “The simple answer is no. She’s alive just recovering.” You downed the glass and filled it again. You turned to face the young archer. “Did you get Bliped?” She shook your head. 

“Did you?” It was your turn to shake your head. 

“My mom and siblings but Clint and I did not.” Before she could offer a respond, her phone began to ring. She gave you a smile before walking to the couch. You sighed, as the door opened and Clint walked in. You noticed he didn’t have the suit. “Any luck?” You asked. He shook his head. Well, that would be so easy. 

“I have a lead.” He dropped his bag down and sat at the kitchen table. 

“Hey,” Kate said. Clint nodded at her greeting. “Gotta go. Love you.” She hung up, taking her headphones out of her ear. 

“When did everyone start saying ‘I love you’ to everyone all the time?” Clint asked. 

“That was my mom,” she said. “And when did your heart shrink three times?” You smiled, leaning on the kitchen counter with your arms crossed. 

“Fun fact his heart has always been that size.” He rolled his eyes sitting down as Kate walked over with the pizza box still on her forehead. 

“It was actually when little girls in ninja costumes steal our Christmas.” He said. He was so focused on the medical supplies that he missed the look on her face. You shook your head. Clint looked up as Kate got closer. “What?” He questioned. 

“Multitasking,” she said. “Reducing swelling and thawing out Pizza Dog’s breakfast.” You looked at the girl. 

“Pizza dog?” You said. “That is what you're naming him.” She shrugged, sitting down in front of your father.   

“It’s more like a title of nobility like Earl of Sandwich.” You laughed. 

“How’s your wound?” Kate sat up straighter at the change of conversation and took the pizza box off her forehead. 

“It’s alright. It still hurts a little bit.” Clint looked at her forehead. 

“Oh shit,” he said, sighing. “Did you clean it?” 

“I did.” You said. He looked at you and moved his chair to sit next to her. 

“You did it all wrong. Let me fix it, okay?” She nodded. “I’m just gonna rip this off like a band-aid. 1,” he ripped it off. Kate let out a pained groan. “I’m going to clean this up. You don’t want to get this infected, it will ruin your week.” You looked down at your hands, at the cuts and bruises on your knuckles. Your sides hurt from when the man tossed you off. But he didn’t ask about your own wounds. Jealousy was rearing its ugly head. You let out a shaky breath and took another sip of water, trying to push down the emotion. 

“How’s my place?” Kate asked. 

“Cripsy.” You smiled, walking over to the couch. Your phone vibrated as you sat down. You took it out and stared at the text message from your sister. ‘Where did you and dad go?’ Your fingers hovered over the buttons but you didn’t know what to say. 

“I would offer to buy you a hotel cause from certain angles, I know this looks like my fault,” you set your phone down and turned to look into the kitchen. “But my mom canceled my credit cards due to the whole clock tower.” This was not her fault. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

“It’s not necessary,” Clint said. “We’ll only be a second.” He smiled. Kate nodded. 

“Okay uh thank you for..” she turned around. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” 

“Good night Kate.” She waved to you and headed to the bedroom. The door closed. Clint joined you, sitting in the arm chair. “This isn’t her fault.” You said. Clint sighed, pulling his phone out. 

“I know.” 

“Then stop being a dick to her.” He looked up but didn’t say anything. You stood up and looked over his shoulders. He googled NYC Larpers. Their instagram page popped up. You immediately saw a picture of someone wearing the Ronin suit. 

“Oh man.” Clint mumbled. 

“I’m guessing when you became the Ronin you didn’t expect to see it on an Instagram page.” You joked. 

“What the hell is larping?” He asked as the video began to play. You shrugged. 

“I’m not sure. I think it’s like cosplaying. Lila texted me.” He nodded. 

“She texted me too.” He opened the message between her and him. ‘On our way!’ He sent. The golden retriever walked over to you and placed his head on Clint’s leg. “Why do I feel like If I send you home you’ll find a way back here?” He asked, looking at you. You smiled. 

“You're learning. Besides, mom wants us to spend time together. This will be a perfect opportunity.”

*

“Guys, where is Nate?” You heard your father ask. You held your little brother in your arms as you walked out of the hotel lobby. 

“Must I do everything,” you said, setting him down and he ran over to Clint. You walked over to the car that was taking your siblings to the airport. “Don’t lose them.” You told Cooper. He glared at you. 

“You're just upset that I’m incharge.” You rolled your eyes, ruffling his hair. 

“The only reason you're in charge is because I’m staying.” You walked across the front of the car to join Lila on the sidewalk. 

“What’s going on?” She asked you. “Why are you and dad staying in New York? Should we be worried?” You smiled. 

“Just some Avenger stuff.” you lied. “I have to watch his back. You know how he gets in his old age.” The jab at your father’s age didn’t bring a smile to your sister’s face. 

“Who is going to watch your back?” She asked. The question stumped you as you weren’t expecting her to ask it. Clint joined you, ushering Lila towards the car. “I really thought you both would be home for Christmas.” She said. 

“Hey,” Clint said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “We’ll be home for Christmas.” 

“Promise?” She said, looking at you. You nodded, unable to find your voice. She looked back at Clint. 

“I promise.” he pulled her into a hug. “I said Coop’s in charge, he’s not.” He ended the hug and looked at her. “You’re in charge.” Lila smiled. “Look after these boys.” You gave her a quick hug. 

“Please come safe.” She mumbled. You nodded. Ever since she came back from the Blip, Lila worried when the family separated. She feared that someone wouldn’t come back again.

“Merry Christmas.” You said, letting her go. 

“Keep your word.” She said, getting into the car. 

“We will, we will.” Clint closed the door. “Be safe. Text us when you get home. I love you.”

“Bye dad, bye Y/n.” Nathaniel said, waving. You waved back. The driver got into the car as a chorus of goodbyes continued. You and Clint watched the car drive away. His smile fell as the car was out of sight. 

“Come on,” you said. “We have a promise to keep.” 

 *

You walked into the apartment. Kate was watching the news. They were reporting on the death of Armand Ducane and witnesses saw a mysterious figure leaving the scene. “So much for no one seeing you.” You said, walking up behind her. Kate turned around. 

“The mysterious figure matches the description from the black market action,” the newscaster continues. “These two events have police officials wondering if the Ronin has returned to New York City and what he may do next.” You grabbed the remote and muted the television. 

“Wait..they think that I..that I’m that vigilante?” She asked, looking at you and Clint. He leaned on the back of the couch as you sat down in the arm chair. 

“It’s been less than 24 hours and you’ve been on the news twice. Impressive.” You chuckled. “I told you that the suit was bad news.” Bad news was probably not the way you would describe it. Cursed. Damned. Doomed. 

“Clint, I have to go.” She said, standing up to face your father. 

“Uh no, no, no.” he said. You had to admit the kid was stubborn. You pulled out a tennis ball from your bag and passed it between your hands. “That is the last you need to do. Let’s not forget the Tracksuit guys trying to kill you twice yesterday. We,” he pointed to himself and you. “Are going to find this suit and until we do, you’re gonna stay put.”

“Not showing up to work is not safe.” She wasn’t wrong. You’ve heard that Eleanor Bishop was one mean woman. “If I say put my mother is gonna come and find me. She owns a security company. It’s literally the safest place I can go.” You sighed, standing up. 

“She’s right. Her mother owns Bishop Securities. If the tracksuits found her apartment then they could find her here.” Clint sighed, looking down at his backpack. 

“How do you know this?” He asked. 

“I didn’t get the internship at her mom’s company.” 

“Probably for the best honestly.” Kate mumbled. 

“Fine, go get change. You look ridiculous.” The brunette looked down at the gray coat she was wearing. She walked off, muttering about if she could find anything to wear. “Don’t,” Clint said, pointing at you. You put your hands up. 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

*

After you walked Kate to Bishop Securities and had an awkward goodbye, you and Clint walked to Central Park. “So,” you said, paying for a hot chocolate and continuing on your way. “Once we get the suit, are we just bouncing back to Iowa and being done with New York?” 

“One step at a time,” he told you. “But we need to tell the tracksuits that Kate isn’t Ronin.”

“By telling them that you are?” You questioned. He glared at you. 

“I was thinking that the Ronin is gone, dead.” You hummed. “I’m not gonna throw her to the wolves.” 

“You have a track record of it,” you mumbled. You weren’t thrown to the wolves. You were thrown to Natasha while she was struggling with her guilt and tried to keep the world from falling apart. He pulled out his phone to verify the location of this event. You sighed. “What are the odds he just gives us the suit?” You asked. 

“Not high odds,” he said. “Come on.” You quickened your pace as the NYC Lapers sign came into view. “There he is.” He pointed to the man wearing the Ronin suit. 

“Uh hey. There’s no looky-loos.” A woman with two braids approached you. 

“We’re not trying to cause any trouble,” Clint said. “We just wanna talk to that ninja, right here?” She turned around to look at the direction he was pointing. 

“He stole that suit.” You added, hoping it would help the situation. She looked back at you. 

“You can take that up with him when the LARP is over,” she must have seen the confusion on your face. “The Live Action Role Play. This, you know…this whole thing.” 

“When is it over?” Clint asked. 

“Midnight.” She replied. Damn. This was a whole commitment. You were mildly impressed. 

“Yeah, that’s not gonna work.” He took a step forward but you put a hand up stopping him. 

“We would like to sign up,” You said with a smile. “If there are spots still available.” The shift in conversation took the larper (you weren’t sure what to call her) and your father by surprise. The woman in front of you recovered quickly. 

“Of course. Check in is right this way,” she walked back towards the entrance. 

“What are you doing?” Clint asked. 

“Problem solving. Now come on.” You dragged your stunned father to the check in tent. You stood in front of a table with Christmas decorations, a metal helmet, and a sign that said ‘Weapons Check.’ The woman sitting down behind the table handed your father a clipboard and he immediately tossed it to you. “Rude.” You said, looking at the form. It was a simple form; name, phone number, email, and an emergency contact. You filled it out quickly and handed it back. 

“So, your scroll details your characters’ mission,” she handed you a scroll. You looked it over. This was official. “Beginners get one free hit. If you get hit in the torso, it’s fatal.” 

“Oh,” Clint said, opening his scroll. “So violent.”  

“Just watch what everyone is doing and have fun.” 

“What do we do with this?” He asked, holding up his scroll. 

“That’s what you live by.” The woman with braids deadpanned. You and your father stole a look at one another. 

“Right,” you said, slowly. “Uh, thank you.” 

“And here are your armaments.” You were handed fake armor and Clint was handed a sword while she gave you a bow. You groaned, not missing the amused look on Clint’s face. 

“This seems like a little more your speed.” You said as you walked away from the table. 

“Hell no this may be the only time I see you holding a bow.” You rolled your eyes, putting your armor on. “This doesn’t fit right.” He said, tightening the straps on his chest plate. 

“I think this is great.” You put on your own armor and took your phone out to take a quick selfie. “What?” You questioned when you noticed Clint staring at you. He shook his head, looking at where the Ronin suit was. You snapped a picture of him when he wasn’t looking. 

“We just have to make our way through this,” he swung his sword as he motioned to the large group of larpers in front of you. 

“Right. Without getting hit in the chest,” you didn’t miss the way Clint sighed and shook his head. “What? I’m just following the rules. I don’t think I was given the best weapon for close combat.” 

“I really don’t like you.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his words. You merely shrugged your shoulders and entered the battlefield. You’ve only fought a handful of times; against Ultron at the tower, Thanos at the compound, and the Tracksuit Mafia. But you’ve been trained. You grew up with a Black Widow as a godmother. She made sure you could handle yourself. So fake fighting with a bunch of adults was an experience. You dogged attacks from fake weapons and pretended to pull back arrows to take out the people around you. You made it through and turned to watch Clint. You took out your phone to record him fighting. “Delete that.” He said, pointing his sword at you. 

“Not a chance.” You put your phone away and turned to face the ‘Ronin’. 

“Oh whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “I’m a viking. I’m really a viking.” Whatever he said made no sense to you. 

“I really don’t care.” Clint said in front of you lowered the mask. 

“Wait a minute. Aren’t you Hawkeye?” He asked. “And you are?” You waved your hand. 

“Not important,” you said with a smile. “Look we really don’t want to cause a scene out of respect to this but he’s,” you pointed to your father. “Running out of patience.” 

“So,” Clint continued. “You have two choices. I could take this pretend sword and you pretend to die and I take that suit or I’m gonna real punch you, you’re gonna real fall down, and I take that suit.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Or you let me kill you then I give you the suit.” He countered. So, that was how you found yourself in a circle with your father, the woman with braids, and the ‘Ronin’ in the center. She was introducing the fight as whoever wins takes the suit. 

“Oh this is going to be amazing,” you chuckled, taking out your phone to record the fight. The crowd started to cheer as the fight began and a man was mimicking the wounds of swords hitting. They were selling it well as if this entire fight wasn’t staged. Their swords clashed in the middle and the ‘Ronin’ slashed your father across the chest. You joined the crowd as they cheered for the victor as Clint fell to his knees. He looked up at you and flipped off the camera. The ‘Ronin’ walked over to him and helped him up. You followed him to a few hay bales and sat next to him. His armor was already off. “That was fun,” you said, taking your own armor off. 

“Yeah sure.” He said, standing up when the man came back with the Ronin suit. 

“Noble Mayor of Westland. Thank you.” Clint took the suit and put it in his backpack. “I shall be regaling my countrymen with this tale for many years.”

“As shall I.” You said, holding up your phone. 

“You can call me Clint and this is my daughter, Y/n.” You held out your hand for him to shake. He seemed stunned to be on first name bases with an Avenger and his daughter. “Can you take to the front?” He asked. “Can’t have that on my credit card.” 

“They will charge you,” he laughed. “No, but, seriously, thank you. I owe one. This has been like the best day of my life.” You smiled as Clint put on the backpack. 

“I can’t say the same thing.” Your father deadpanned. 

“I mean, come on. You did have fun, right?” He asked. 

“I had a blast.” You said. Clint sighed. 

“I’m glad I did it.” He said. “Merry Christmas.” They fist-pumbed. 

“You too, Clint and Y/n.” You waved as you followed Clint out of the larpers camp. “Oh I’m Grills.”

“Nice to meet you, Grills.” You said. Once you and Clint were away from the event, he looked at you. 

“You better now show that video to anyone.” He said. Your smile got bigger. 

“In your dreams. I’m sending it to everyone,” You told him. “Starting with Nat.” 

*

Iowa; Barton Homestead 

Natasha smiled as she got out of the car and closed the door of her rental car. She missed this place. She missed the people. The front door opened and Laura was standing there. It was a strange occurrence as it was usually the kids that greeted them. Wanda took her hand and the couple walked up to the porch. “How was the trip?” Laura asked, hugging the Black Widow. 

“Good, I slept most of the way.” She said as Laura hugged her girlfriend. 

“I’m glad,” Laura smiled. “You are just in time for gingerbread construction.” She held open the door to her home and they walked in. Immediately, the sound of laughter and Christmas music filled the air. Natasha smiled at the sight of Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel around the kitchen island decorating gingerbread houses. Her smile faltered as she noticed two members of the family missing. Natasha looked at the mother of 4, asking a silent question. Where are they? But Laura shook her head. Instead she set her bag down and joined the table. She stood behind Lila and put her finger in the icing and whipped in on the girl’s face. Lila shrieked and pushed the Black Widow away. 

“Nat!” Lila whined, wiping it off her face. Wanda walked over to Cooper and took a piece of candy off from his roof, eating it. 

“Wanda! We are having a competition,” he said. “That piece was very important.” 

“That’s what you get for not coming to greet us.” Natasha laughed. Lila smiled. 

“Merry Christmas,” Lila said, hugging the Black Widow. Natasha held the girl tight. “Now come on, you can help me win.”

“No fair!” Nathaniel said. “It’s okay,” Wanda smiled. “I’ll help you and your brother.” Natasha looked at Laura who had a sentimental smile on her face. She nodded letting Natasha know she’s okay. Over the years, the Black Widow and Laura learned to speak with each other without having to say words. She wasn’t okay but Natasha let it go as she focused on Lila’s gingerbread house. 

Until her phone went off, she whipped off her hands and picked it up. “Hi hon,” she said, walking into the dining room. Natasha heard Lila sigh. 

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Y/n and dad are still in New York for Avenger business.” Natasha looked at Wanda, who was already looking at her. Avenger business? They didn’t hear about any Avenger activity in New York. Natasha smiled at Lila. 

“They have help in New York so they’ll be okay,” she squeezed the girl’s shoulder and walked over to Laura, sitting down next to her. 

“How’s the problematic wardrobe?” She asked. Problematic wardrobe? Natasha kept her face neutral. Ronin. “Jesus, not those idiots.” Laura continued. “Well, you guys have 5 days to keep that promise.” She looked back into the kitchen. “Nah, it’s okay. You’d slow us down. What’s the play?” A pause. “Nice, one of Nat’s old moves.” Laura smiled at the Black Widow. “Yeah, her and Wanda just got here. Can I talk to Y/n?” She asked. Laura moved the phone to her other ear so Natasha could hear. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

“Hi mom, hi Nat.” You said. Natasha heard your footsteps as you were walking away from your father. 

“How are you?” You sighed. 

“I’m fine, just some cuts and bruises. I’ve been hurt worse fighting with Cooper.” Natasha chuckled. She’s seen some of those fights. 

“You could have come home,” Laura said. “You didn’t have to help him.” You were silent as you let your mother’s words sink with you. 

“I had to,” you said. “It’s only fair.” Laura nodded. “I gotta go. I have to watch him get kidnapped.” 

“Don’t enjoy it so much.” You laughed. 

“Send us pictures of the chaos.” 

“Will do. Be safe please.” 

“Always.” You promised and hung up. Laura looked at her phone and taped it against her hand. 

“What happened?” Natasha asked. Laura looked at her children then back to the Black Widow. 

“Kto-to nashel kostyum Ronina. Gorod dumayet, chto on vernulsya (Someone found the Ronin suit. The city thinks he's back).” Natasha’s stomach dropped. It made sense why you stayed in the city with him. For 5 years, you didn’t have a father because Clint was grieving his own way. 

“Im nuzhna pomoshch' (Do they need help)?” Natasha asked. Laura shook her head. 

“If they need help they’ll let us know,” Natasha wasn’t so sure about that. “Have you heard from Yelena?” The Russian sighed. 

“I invited her but I haven’t spoken to her.” 

“She’s always welcomed here.” Nathaniel ran off with a yell as Cooper and Lila tried to get icing on his face. Laura smiled and walked over to her spot. “Come on. We gotta finish these.” Wanda walked over to her girlfriend. 

“Everything okay?” She asked. Natasha nodded, grabbing her hand and squeezed it. 

“Yeah, it will be.” In 5 days, when this family was back together. 

*

New York City  

The plan was simple. Clint would get kidnapped by the tracksuits and you would follow close behind. Once he cleared Kate’s name from the Ronin situation, he would give you the signal and you would break him out. Then it would be home for Christmas. “Are you sure you're okay with this?” He asked, handing you an ear piece. “I can do this by myself.” You took it from him with a roll of your eyes. 

“And let you have all the fun I think not.” You placed it in your ear. 

“Stay close, stay safe, and wait for my signal.” 

“Aye, aye captain.” You saluted and turned into a pigeon. You didn’t miss his eye roll as you flew into the sky. Clint walked to a nearby parking lot behind a closed building. You perched on a street light, looking down at him. You were nervous, anxious. You knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself but you were still worried. It didn’t take long for a white van to pull up and the tracksuits came out. 

“Hello boys. You found me.” You rolled your eyes as two more white vans pulled up. Damn, talk about overkill. Two tracksuits walked on either side of your father. One swung a baseball bat at his legs. He groaned, falling over. You made a noise of distress. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, low enough for only you could hear. The one who didn’t hit him put a bag over his head and dragged him to the van. “Guys, I can see through the bag.” He said. You sighed as the van of the doors closed and they took off. You waited a beat and followed the vans. It was rather freeing. Flying. The feeling of the wind blowing around you. The world seemed so small up here. Peaceful. Relaxing. 

The vans drove up to an abandoned toy store. You landed on the roof next to the store and watched as they stopped and dragged your father out of the van. You shifted back and listened to the grunts and groans of Clint as they dragged him to where they were going to tie him up. You heard the bag that was over his head get ripped off. 

“It’s a nice place you got here,” he said. “Not creepy at all.” You laughed, laying down on the roof. You heard the muffle founds of an argument. “Look, guys, I’m not who you think I am. Okay?” There was a pause. “Well, I-I guess I am who you think I am. I’m not the guy you’re looking for.” He added. “Not Kate Bishop.” You covered your mouth to stop you from laughing. You let him tak and stared up at the night sky. With the city lights and air pollution the stars were hard to see. But you knew they were there. You loved the stars and the stories each one of them told. They gave you a sense of belonging when you were alone. Your ears picked up movement. You sat up quickly and looked at the roof of the toy store. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the low light. Kate. Before you could transform into a bird to stop her, the roof collapsed underneath her. 

“Incoming.” You warned your father. You heard Clint sigh. Well, fuck.   

[heliads]

Hi! I have a couple of requests, but of course, please don’t feel rushed and take your time on these!

• Newt x Reader (The Maze Runner): The reader is introduced to Ava, and Ava takes a liking to the reader. She gives the reader “special treatment” but it’s just a plan to get information out of the gladers and to use her. Ava tries to use the reader a a test subject but the boys & teresa get there just in time. (Didn’t realize how long that was, I’m so sorry!!!)

• Eric Coulter x Reader: The reader is a new found leader with Eric and Four. Some of the boys try to hit on her but Eric gets a little protective

• Clint Barton x Reader: Clint introduces you to the team as his girlfriend

hi! the newt and eric fics are linked in my masterlist :))

masterlist

Your boyfriend may be the one risking his life every day when he’s out fighting alongside his team, but you swear that you’re more nervous now than he’s ever been. You’re not taking on alien threats, nor sentient robot killing machines, but something worse. You have to meet the Avengers. 

You’ve already been agonizing over this hopeless turn of events for a solid hour by the time Clint finally intervenes. He stands up from his seat in the corner of the room and walks over to you, gently taking your hands to stop your frenetic pacing. 

“Y/N, it’s going to be alright, I promise. They’re going to love you.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Do you really know that, though? What if they’ve been lying to you about their ‘meeting girlfriends’ policies?”

Clint chuckles. “Love, I’m an agent. I’ve been monitoring these guys for years. Trust me, I know exactly what their standards are, and I also know that you exceed all of them by a long shot.”

You arch a brow. “Do I, though?”

He smiles. “Yes, you do. Honestly, I would be more worried about you being disappointed with them. I think most of them are kind of boring, barring Nat of course.”

You nod solemnly. “Nat is my favorite. Barring you, of course.”

Clint’s smile grows sarcastic. “Ha, ha. I should hope so.”

You smile as well, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Always. Now, when are we going again?”

The answer is now, right now. You’re allowed one final grace period of five minutes or so to panic, then collect yourself and head to the door with Clint. He tucks your hand into his arm like he’s a proper gentleman, which makes you laugh. Nothing about Clint has ever been proper, especially not the fact that he makes his living by shooting people with arrows like he’s a real life Robin Hood. 

Still, the aforementioned Robin Hood activities are what led to you meeting him in the first place. It had happened during the battle of New York, when he and his team were fighting against the Chitauri. Clint had saved your life, then accidentally turned up at a coffee shop a few days later at the exact same time as you. 

Rather than ignore the man who made sure you weren’t yet another one of the missing, you stayed and talked with him, and now you’ve been dating for what could either be a matter of months or forever. 

You’ve known all along what dating an Avenger would entail, and it certainly stresses you out whenever he has to go to war against the latest global threat, but you’ve never had to worry about meeting the others. Nat already took it upon herself to talk with you after she learned you were dating Clint, but you didn’t mind that. 

Spending time with the entire team at once, though, is a completely different story. You’re not going to pretend that you haven’t had imposter syndrome at least a couple times as it relates to your relationship with Clint. Why should an Avenger, especially a spy that’s seen so much of the world, want to date a civilian?

Clint still manages to convince you of it every day. There’s a certain quiet to his expression whenever he’s with you, a peace that isn’t there whenever he comes home from work at the Avengers complex. It’s like you can see the tension unraveling from his limbs the longer he’s with you. You remind him that he’s human, Clint says, that he has something to fight for other than the nameless world. You make him want to keep coming back, day after day, just so he can chase that feeling of not being alone. 

You can only hope that the Avengers pick up on that, too. Clint drives you over to the complex, and you spend the ride staring out of the windows, trying to practice what to say. You know how to talk to Natasha, obviously, she’s practically a sister to you now, but what about the others? How do you relate to Tony Stark, for goodness’ sake?

Before you know it, Clint is pulling into a parking space, and walking around the car to open your door. You walk with him to the door, then stand silently in the elevator as it ferries you up to your doom. 

Just before the elevator arrives, Clint faces you one last time. “Remember, you’re going to be fine. I promise you, these guys are more scared of meeting you than you are of meeting them. They’ve probably been planning out their first impressions for days.”

You manage a weak laugh. “I don’t think Thor, God of Thunder, really has to worry about making a mortal think he’s cool.”

Clint arches a brow. “You’d be surprised. He’s already asked me what your favorite flower is at least twice.”

You grin. “And what did you tell him?”

Clint harrumphs. “I didn’t tell him anything. I won’t have a Norse deity trying to steal my girlfriend away from me.”

You laugh. “He couldn’t if he tried. I’m here to stay.”

A satisfied smile crosses Clint’s face. “Oh, I know, I just like hearing you say it.”

You elbow him in the side. “Mean.”

He laughs quietly just as the doors slide open with a crisp ding. You feel the butterflies in your stomach start to surge about again, all flapping wings and rising heartbeats, but one glance over at Clint and you’re able to calm yourself again. You have every right to be here. 

Clint leads you down a set of corridors and into a wide open space full of floor to ceiling windows and friendly lighting. There are couches and chairs sprawled in a half circle, some the same industrial upholstery as every other piece of furniture in the complex, and others that seem as if they’ve been dragged here from apartments and attic sales for the sheer goal of making the facility seem livable. 

A small crowd of heroes sits clustered on the various chairs, but they stand when they see you and Clint approach. As expected, Tony Stark is the first one to speak. He eyes you curiously, as you could be harboring moving gears and sparking wires, something that could endear you to him. 

“So, you’re Y/N. I have to say, I feel betrayed. I thought Katniss over here would either be dating an agent or an arrow, but you’re very normal.”

You smile. “I think that’s a compliment, so thank you.”

He flashes you a disarming grin. “Always a compliment. Barton says that one of my greatest strengths is building other people up. He’s a big fan of mine.”

Clint coughs pointedly. “I don’t remember saying anything of the sort.”

“Nonsense,” Natasha says, materializing out of the corner of the room to head your way, “I can picture him saying that all the time. Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

You laugh, throwing your arms around the redhead’s shoulders. “Absolutely.”

Bruce Banner frowns from where he hovers at the very outskirts of the commotion. “Wait, Natasha, I didn’t realize you knew Y/N. I thought she’d never met any of us before.”

Nat grins. “I would never pass up the opportunity to question the girl dating my closest friend. I will have you know that she’s passed all of my tests.”

You raise a brow. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Steve Rogers crosses the room next, holding his hand out so the two of you can shake like reputable businessmen. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

From across the room, Tony shouts something in agreement as he reaches for a small glass in a wood lacquered cabinet. “Tell me about it. I’ve never heard Barton say so much in years, specifically when he isn’t complaining. You want a drink?”

This last part is directed at you, but you shake your head. “I’m fine, thanks. I think I want all my wits about me in this crowd.”

Clint chuckles. “Damn right. If you’re not careful, Banner and Stark will talk you into signing up to volunteer in their labs. If they offer you a tour, back away slowly.”

Bruce frowns. “We only had one explosion while you were there. I don’t see why that makes you want to warn your girlfriend away.”

Clint exchanges a look with you. “Yeah, I can see I was overreacting when I had to pick shards of test tubes out of my armor for days afterward. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You just laugh. “Consider me warned. Is there anything else I should know before plunging myself into danger?”

A deep voice sounds from down the hall, and moments later, a tall, blond figure emerges into the room. “Only that you shouldn’t walk away from this place without getting the chance to know all of us. I, for one, am quite delighted to meet you.”

Your smile broadens, partially at the spoken sentiment and also at the look of consternation flickering across Clint’s face when he hears Thor’s declaration. Your boyfriend has always been good at maintaining a poker face, but this may be testing him a little too well. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Thor. How’s Asgard?”

He inclines his head gravely. “It is a wonderful place, as always. Perhaps I could show you sometime soon.”

Clint cocks his head to the side. “You’ve never offered any of us that chance.”

“Not all do you deserve it,” Thor says blandly. It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at the faces of every Avenger in this room. 

However, funny or not, you do owe it to your boyfriend to stand by him. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve already sworn to go on a trip with Clint over the next couple of days. I don’t want to miss out on our time together, so I’m afraid I’ll have to put Asgard on hold for the time being.”

Thor seems to accept this, and claps Clint on the shoulder. “A worthy response. The two of you are good for each other. I can see it.”

With that, the god leaves the room again, leaving the remaining Avengers and yourself to stare at each other with mirror expressions of bafflement and humor. 

Tony breaks the silence at last. “Well, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t interesting around here. I may never understand him, but who does?”

You grin. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that.”

Looking around at the assembled heroes, you think you can understand why Clint chose to stay on the team instead of going back to being a solo S.H.I.E.L.D. agent once more. It isn’t just because he wants chances to protect the people of this world, he’d get that as an agent, too. 

It’s because of this team, the Avengers. There is a sense of belonging that ties all of them together, even when they’re poking fun at each other. No reason they’re always able to fight and win their battles, even despite terrible odds. In a place like this, with a team like this, anyone would feel inspired to give their all. 

You’re glad that you went with Clint to meet the team, even though you were nervous at first. This is his family, in a way. Now, it’s yours, too. That sounds pretty good to you. 

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[dexlexia]

dracule - mihawk x reader

pairing: dracule mihawk x reader rating: 18+ summary: Mihawk was a warlord of the sea. He was a feared swordsman, he crossed oceans and slayed anyone who got in his way. Mihawk was a strong man, the kind of man you didn't want to face alone in a fight and to be honest even having a crew by your side wouldn't help either. Fear would be an emotion you'd feel if you were faced with him. 

But you simply knew him as - ”Dracule!“  tags: fluff, smut, injured!reader, anime canon, sweet & cute, gentle sex, multiple positions

Mihawk was a warlord of the sea. He was a feared swordsman, he crossed oceans and slayed anyone who got in his way. Mihawk was a strong man, the kind of man you didn't want to face alone in a fight and to be honest even having a crew by your side wouldn't help either. Fear would be an emotion you'd feel if you were faced with him. 

But you simply knew him as - ”Dracule!“ 

  ”Yes, my dear.“ He said as he came to the doorframe of the bedroom you both shared. In the centre of the bed lay your sick form. In all fairness you were for the most part fine, but the big bruise on your face said otherwise. 

It looked worse than it felt, but Mihawk was worried. The greatest swordsman was shaken by the fact that the person he loved had a bruise. He came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out to the side of your face that wasn't bruised. 

  ”It's cold.“ You pouted. 

He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips, ”I will get you another blanket then.“ He knew you were playing it up a little, but the worrying guilt in his stomach made it hard for him to dismiss your whining. 

He got up and went to the chest near the far wall of the bedroom that was stuffed with extra blankets and pillows. He grabbed a nice quilt that he got in the northern islands. They could keep anyone warm.

  ”Here you go.“ He said as he laid out the blanket across you. But before he could turn to leave the room, you reached out and grabbed him on the arm.

  ”Stay?” You asked. 

He exhaled, “Perona and Zoro will be wondering why dinner hasn't been made yet.“ He turned to look at you, gold eyes scanned your body that was neatly tucked under three layers of blankets. 

  ”Well the strays can fend for themselves. I want my man.” You softly smiled at your own comment. Mihawk returned the smile before he got into bed with you. He was quick to make sure no heat escaped from under the blankets as he pulled you into his arms.

  “I guess so.” He replied as he caned his neck down to kiss your on the head. He was so soft in private. So caring and warm, while most thought he was a vampire you saw the heart beneath it all. To be a warlord meant to be stoic and unemotional, but behind closed doors Mihawk was a kind lover. 

He pulled away and lifted your chin to look him in the eyes, “How is your bruise?”

  “Better. Doesn't ache.” You replied. You were a little emabressed by how you got such a big bruise. It looked like someone took a lead pipe to your face. 

  “You could've broken something. Next time you want to clean the weaponry, please get myself or one of our strays to help. I'm pretty sure Roronoa would be happy to find *something* else to do with his time rather than lift weights and drink all my liquor.“

You blushed, ”I know, Dracule.“ You snuggled up closer to him and kissed his face. You felt content and even rubbed your legs together in the sheer happiness of being close to him. Your Dracule.

  ”I worry.“ He said, ”I know you are not a weak woman, but I brought you here to protect you. I don't want the things in our home posing a risk too.“ He pushed hair out of your face to keep it away from the healing bruise. 

  ”I'll always be okay, honey.“ You said as you tangled your legs with his and moved down to press your head against his clothed chest, ”Because you're here.“ 

  ”And I will be here until my last breath, my dear.” He leaned down to kiss you on the top of the head. He wrapped those arms tighter around you and held you close. You could hear his heartbeat and you pressed both hands against his chest. When you sighed constantly, he was able to do the same. 

There were not many things he held dear in this world but as he held you so close to him, he felt like everything worth fighting for was nestled in his arms. Despite being injured, you were as perfect as ever. A dream in his eyes. 

Eventually you moved further up the bed to look into his eyes. You reached out for him and placed a hand on his face. You rubbed your hand against his facial hair and you smiled at him. 

  ”My Dracule.“ You said, ”The bravest swordsman, the scary warlord. But I could never be afraid of you.“ You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. 

  ”And I will do everything in my power to never make you afraid of me. I care for you too deeply, my soul is tied with yours in this world and the next. I will fight in my dying breath to protect you.“ 

You felt the heat rise into your cheeks from his endearing words. He sounded like an old poet when he spoke, but the low rumble of his voice paired with the closeness to you made you feel more loved then with any other man. 

You kissed again, and he held onto you tighter. So close, so intimate that it left a swirl of warmth in your gut. When you pulled away from his lips you went to his ear and asked, ”I want to be closer, Dracule.“ 

  ”Then closer we shall be.” He replied as he started to unbutton his shirt. He watched you with careful eyes as you undressed as well. He observed every mark on your skin. He breathed deeply through his nose as he continued to get undressed. 

Soon you were both nude. Your hands explored his body, the expanse of muscle and the admiring every mark on his body. Even though the scars were old, you could see them faintly. You pressed another kiss against his lips and felt your heart flutter in your chest. It was a euphoric feeling, the ability to be so close to him. 

He was godsent. He placed a hand on your ass and gave it a firm squeeze as you two kissed. It got warmer under the covers as the two of you felt each other up. He groaned into the kiss when you softly touched his cock. 

He shuddered when you grasped onto it and gave a firm stroke. But he quickly deepened the kiss and continued to passionately make out with you. The heat in the room rose as he explored your body with his soft hands. 

Despite his use of a sword he always kept his hands so soft. But they were strong and his grip could be bruising. You moaned into the kiss as he grabbed your ass once more and massaged the cheek with his palm.

  “Does that feel good?" He asked, “Do you like that?”

 “I love it, Dracule.” You moaned into the kiss. When you pulled away you kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed and wrapped your leg around his waist as you continued to feverishly make out with you.

Mihawk loved when you liked this. A normal poised, in control woman succumbed to the deep desire of her lover. It was almost endearing how badly you wanted him. He knew your heart was racing. 

  “You look divine.” He said as he held onto the thigh that was at his waist and stroked the warm soft skin. He traced patterns into your skin while the two of you kissed. The soft sounds of your kissing filled the room. 

  “Dracule.” 

  “Mmm, yes.” 

His touch became more aggressive the more you made out. And soon he was moving you onto his lap with his cock pressed against your ass. His hands at your hips, he rubbed circles into your left hip with his thumb as you adjusted yourself onto his lap. 

  “You look divine too.” 

  “Thank you.” He said, he tensed up as you raised your hips and seated yourself onto his cock. He held onto your hips tightly as you got comfortable. He exhaled deeply but it got caught in his throat however when you started to move your hips.

  ”Like that?“ You asked.

  ”Yes, you are doing perfect.“ He replied as he moved his hips. He rolled them against you as you moved in return. His heat raced in his chest as he felt your tight heat around his cock. He tried to hold back his noises for the sake of the others in the castle but that plan was soon abandoned when the pleasure became insurmountable as you continued to move up and down his length.

  ”Ah!“ You moaned, ”Dracule.“ You placed both hands on his toned chest to keep yourself stable as you rode him. You moaned and moved your hips as you felt the pleasure well up in your gut. You loved having sex with Dracule, it was an intense feeling that you couldn't put words to. 

He looked at you with such tenderness, such commitment to his cause. The cause of loving you, to be a loyal man to you. You leaned down and kissed him once more as you rolled your hips. You were a tight fit around him, but he found the feeling quite amazing. 

Pleasure roamed through both of your bodies as you passionately made out. Like two halves of the same whole, a perfect fit for one another. You felt your heat hammer in your chest as you continued to move with Mihawk matching your pace. The kiss deepened as you moved. 

The pleasure was an immense feeling, the sounds of sex filled the room ad most likely bothering your other guests. But in that moment neither of you cared, you only wanted one another. You only wanted the rush of pleasure that came from being in bed with the warlord himself. 

  ”You are a gift.“ He said, ”The gift I want to unwrap over and over again and devour your bearings. I want to worship where you stand and be loyal till I am nothing more than a pile of bones.“

You smiled and pressed your forehead to his while you continued to move your hips, “Good thing, Dracule.” He said, “I'm not going anywhere.”

  “Excellent.“ He said as he kissed you once more. He groaned against your lips as he matched your pace. His cock was nudging against your sweet spot as you both felt the wash of pleasure over both of you.  ”A sight to behold.“ He added as he pressed his forehead against yours. His breathing was ragged. He could feel the sweat on his body as he held you against him. 

  ”Dracule.“ You said in a slightly higher voice as you felt the curl of orgasm in your gut. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

  "I am not going anywhere, dear.' He said, ”As you say, we are stuck together.“ He grabbed you by the hair and held your head back as he gazed into your eyes with devotion. 

  ”Please.“ You said.

  ”Always.“ He replied as he quickly moved you over so you were on your stomach with your ass in the air, facing him. He sank into you once more, the pleasure still swirled in his gut. He watched you grip the pillow as he started to fuck you. 

You moaned into the soft pillow under your head as he moved quickly against you. The slapping sound of sex was dominant in the room as he made quick work to make you orgasm. 

With another hard thrust, he finished inside of you but kept the pace of his thrusts until you came as well. Then slowly his pace ended and he pulled out. He grabbed you in his arms and laid in bed with you. Your bare bodies are exposed to the cooling bedroom air. 

  ”How was that?" He asked, “Does your face hurt?”

  “No, no, Dracule. Everything is perfect.' You sighed contently in his arms. You felt at peace, even in the care of the most feared swordsman. He may be Mihawk to most, but to you he will always be - “Dracule~”

[nagislemontea]

thinking about ronin and tara from epic 2013 and if mihawk was in place of ronin while the reader would be tara..

Reader: Don’t you have feelings, Mihawk?

Mihawk: Yes, I feel that this is a bad idea…

Reader: I’m not completely helpless, you know.

Mihawk: I am aware… but looking after you is my duty.

Reader: Is that the only reason you do it?

Mihawk: Isn’t that reason enough?

Reader: If that’s the only reason there is~.

Mihawk: .. Beloved.

Reader: Yes..?

Mihawk: I’m not ticklish..

Reader: Oh, but you used to be!

now i’m also thinking about this but with shanks and maybe insert it as a part 2 for the amazon lily empress story..

[yelenasvestenthusiast]

i don't want you like a best friend; kate bishop

summary: there are other things more entertaining than business parties. warning: swearing , slight jealousy , fluff , suggestive if you squint

"god, i'm so bored," you groan into kate's shoulder, holding your arm out a little to prevent your drink from spilling. the black-haired girl only laughs at your misery, taking a sip from her own glass.

"you were the one who came."

you huff and roll your eyes. "you were the one who begged me to come."

"i did not beg!" she protests.

"oh, please," you raise an eyebrow, "with the endless 'please please please' and puppy eyes?"

"well..."

her retort dies down in her throat, having no argument. she simply scoffs. you smirk in triumph, leaning into the nearest table and downing your drink in one gulp. "your mom is so bad at parties," you start. "like, where is the music? where are the dancers and the hot people?"

kate laughs again. "you expect that in a business party? this thing's hosted so that i can greet old men and talk about business and shit."

"no wonder i'm bored."

"you're lucky you're not the ceo's daughter," kate complains. "you don't get the 'oh, you're the little bishop girl!' and the 'you've grown up to be a gorgeous young lady!'. you just have to stand there and look pretty for me."

"i'm gonna ignore that last part." you snicker at the irritated look on her face.

"ah, kate bishop, am i right? eleanor's little girl?" a balding man says, approaching the two of you. kate plasters on a fake smile and you avert your eyes, taking interest in the brownies.

they talk for a bit, you eventually losing your interest in seeing kate shifting uncomfortably. you excuse yourself and head to the snack table, helping yourself to majority of the desserts - after all, you came for the free food.

you'd just taken a bite out of a cupcake when a voice comes from behind you. you spin around and come face to face with a man - your age, maybe, or a little older.

he's fairly attractive, you can't deny, with an almost angelic smile. sadly, nothing can compare to a certain bishop girl's smile-

your thoughts are interrupted when he glances at your lips. "um, you've got something there-" he extends a hand and wipes off the frosting from the corner of your mouth.

eyes widening, you grab a tissue and wipe your mouth. "oh, thank you! i didn't notice."

"i'm dante," he continues. "i saw you from across the room and.. well, i really couldn't guess who had brought you. also, i wanted to introduce myself, so.."

"nice to meet you, dante." he seems nice and polite, so you decide to entertain him. "i'm y/n."

"that's.. a really pretty name."

you and dante stay together and talk, laughing when he tells you a story about his childhood and groaning when you tell him about an accident you'd had as a kid. you realize that he's actually fun to talk to, and a great listener, and you don't notice the time passing by until a hand slithers around your waist.

a surprised squeak leaves your lips as you glance at the newcomer, sighing in relief when you see that it's kate. "hi," you breathe out.

she has yet another fake smile on her face - but unlike those from earlier that night. it's a little stiff, a little... colder. "hi," she replies through gritted teeth. "i see you've made a new friend."

"oh, yeah!" you beam at dante. "kate, this is dante. dante, kate."

"oh, kate bishop? finally, nice to-"

"a pleasure to meet you, dante, but may i talk to y/n? alone?"

dante blinks, looking genuinely confused. he glances at you and then at kate, at you and back to kate again. "yes, sure, of course. you look really good in that dress, by the way, y/n."

you watch him walk away before turning to kate. "oh, come on, he was really sweet."

"i bet he thought you were really sweet, too," she grumbles, scowling.

"what, jealous?" you tease, but you can't tear your eyes away from the way her jaw tenses.

"no."

"okay, well, i'm gonna find dante-"

before your sentence even finishes she grabs you by the wrist. "stay."

you smirk and cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "what, scared you'll be the the single one between us?"

"please don't joke about that."

"why not?"

kate sighs. "look, i don't really like him, but..."

"yes?"

"he's right about one thing." she carefully scans your figure. "you look good in that dress."

in a sudden burst of confidence you lean closer to her. "only bought this dress so you could take it off."

her 'tough' exterior crumbles and she's reduced to a confused puppy expression. "w-what?"

you pull her closer by her tie, close enough that your breaths ghost over each others' faces. "i want you. but i don't want you like a best friend."

you pull away and stare at her face for a reaction. "so? ditch this party with me?"

kate's face lights up in a grin.

[sp1drrthwips]

‧₊˚✩彡 LIPSTICK MARKS .

— kate bishop x gn reader

☆ summary: kate is very eager to do the ‘lipstick marks’ couples trend with you.

☆ note: this trend was so long ago but i thought it would be adorable with kate so here's this <3 ( also, i hate the way this ends so feel free to imagine literally any other ending )

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“stop moving!” kate giggled, removing her lips from your cheek.

she was currently trying to place lipstick marks all over your face, so she could do that couples trend that had been all over her fyp.

every time she saw one of the videos she'd immediately send it to you, and after about 23 videos, plus an extra 14 messages of her begging for you two to do it, you finally caved and agreed.

so now, you were sat on her couch, with your back against the arm rest. she was hovering over you, a lipstick firmly held in her hands whilst she cupped your face gently.

“it tickles, you're kissing me way too fast.” her brows furrowed and her hands lifted off your face for a moment.

“no. there's no such thing as kissing too fast.” she smiled, making eye contact with you for a moment before placing her hand on your chin and leaning down to continue peppering kisses all over your face.

— ♡ —

in only a short couple of minutes, your face was completely covered in lipstick marks.

“are you finally done?” you groaned as you threw your head back, earning an eye roll from kate.

in all honesty, you loved every moment of what was happening. every time kate leaned in to place a kiss on your face your mind went fuzzy and you had to fight with every bone in your body not to smile.

kate leaned back, looking at you as if she was admiring artwork, “okay, one more kiss left.”

you quickly grabbed the lipstick out of her hand, uncapping it so you could put the lipstick on her yourself.

after you'd finished putting it on, you threw the lipstick on the floor then quickly cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her.

you finally let yourself smile, and suddenly kate found herself smiling into the kiss too, even letting out a little giggle.

“and there's your smudge.” you whispered against her lips, pulling away a couple seconds later.

— ♡ —

about nine minutes later, due to many failed attempts, the video was finished.

“oh, god. you look adorable,” kate was replaying said video for, what you counted to be, the seventh time now.

“says you—”

“nope. i wasnt finished. you look adorable, but that lipstick that is now broken on my floor? not so much. you owe me a new lipstick.”

“mhm. that's fair.”

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Guests ↠ Mihawk x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.3k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers for the Reverie Arc ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff

"Did you hear? The Warlord system's been abolished."

"Of course, I've heard," He looked offended at your words, eyes darting up from the wine bottle he was holding to peer at where you sat near the fire, shrouded in blankets. "Does it make you nervous?"

"Hardly." You told him, putting your hands up to the fire, "The world government's never known what they were doing, I doubt that's changed."

He only hummed in response as he poured himself a glass, his calloused hands sliding gracefully across the white marble countertop of his bar. You watched curiously as he tipped the glass back, taking a sip of the red liquid. Everything he did always seemed so calculated, his movements always blurring together so seamlessly to form such refined motions.

"Is that all the news had to say?" He asked, coming to sit down in the velvet seat positioned to face the mantle.

You shrugged, "It's all I cared to read. Take a look, if you want." You passed him the paper that was open, and slightly crumpled, on the ground beside you.

It was silent for a moment, the only noise being from him turning the pages, which wasn't rare for this castle. Ever since Zoro left, this island has felt a tad empty, although, Mihawk hadn't agreed. He thought it was much nicer now that the brute was gone.

"Hey!" Perona shouted, shattering the silence as she floated toward the both, fear evident on her face, "The marines are here!"

You looked over at the former warlord in surprise, "I guess they're even less competent than I initially thought. They don't actually think they could beat us, do they?"

Mihawk only nodded, visibly annoyed before he went to get Yoru and head outside to deal with the island's new guests.

[spyderlady]

Touch her and you’re dead

(gif by dailymarvelgifs)

note: another kate oneshot because i love her but this one got darker than i intended it to. anyways, i have no idea how the NYC subway works but i did my best to write it as authentically as possible, feel free to correct me! <3

ꗃ pairing: kate bishop x fem!reader

ꗃ warnings: slight violence, foul language, street harassment and catcalling, creepy men

ꗃ word count: 1.6k

summary: a weirdo bothers you on the subway but your strong, protective girlfriend takes care of it

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"What do you want for dinner?" you mumbled the words very faintly, your eyes still shut as you lay your head on Kate's shoulder.

"Um...I uh...I don't know. Whatever you'd like," she replied under her breath.

Kate was awfully quiet today, she was usually the talkative one during these rides. You remained silent and didn't give it much thought. Maybe the day had tired her, it was quite late in the evening after all.

The train roared, the tracks rumbling under the coaches. You nestled against Kate's arm, squeezing it tightly with both of your hands. Subway trips during this hour with your girlfriend were a daily occurrence and one that you were quite fond of. Kate picked you up after work everyday because losing sight of you for a little more than a few hours sends her into a state of pure hysteria, so the two of you took the subway home together, it was just like any other day or so you thought.

"This is a Manhattan bound 1 train. The next stop is 231st street," the automated announcement echoed through the compartment and soon the train came to a hault. The doors opened and closed within a span of a few minutes as you heard a few footsteps shuffling out of the compartment and almost none entered back in. You didn't pay any mind, you were too tired to. Soon, the train started moving again. You hadn't opened your eyes but you knew your compartment was pretty empty. Kate shifted beside you, sliding back and forth, leaning towards you every now and then. After awhile you felt her hand grab your right thigh and she slightly squeezed it. You didn't question it, it just felt like a normal gesture.

Teasing Kate in a public place was a sight for everyone to witness so you didn't leave any opportunities that came your way.

"Oh, look, someone's in a little mood today," you whispered, softly tracing the back of her palm that was on your thigh.

"Mhm," she mumbled, not reacting at all.

Wow, that wasn't very Kate of her, you thought. She would have gotten flustered by now and probably would be showing her assertiveness. You really weren't sure what gave birth to her dry replies, so you decided to ask.

"Is everything alri-?" and before you could even finish your sentence, you felt her sit up straight as her grip on your thigh tightened.

"That motherfucker," she groaned, her muscles were rigid. That's when you looked up at her.

"Hey, what's up with you?" you asked, confused as you stared at her face. Her teeth were clenched, jaw tightened as she stared at something...or someone, angrily. You couldn't read her expression, she seemed furious but also irritated, a hint of jealousy also visible on her face. You decided to check what made her so vexed so you turned your head towards what she was glaring at, only to be horrified yourself the moment you did.

A tall, heavily built, middled aged man sat right across from you two. He had no hair, but a massive tattoo covering his head. His lips were curled into an unsettling crooked smile, almost like a smirk. His gaze was what scared you the most, it was menacing. His dark eyes stared at you through his lashes. His hand was on his crotch while the other one rested under his head, which rested against the wall.

You shuddered, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. You felt a wave of jolt run down Kate's entire body beside you.

"You know what? Fuck this," she mouthed the words. Your eyes fell upon the fist that had formed in her hand. The veins, a faint blue color, had puckered, creating deep creases on her pale skin. She shifted before trying to stand up but you grabbed her hand quickly and tugged onto it.

"Hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" you questioned with authority even though you yourself were terrified.

"That asshole is literally begging for a broken jaw so that's what I'm gonna give him," she muttered, through her teeth.

"No, you're not. You're not doing anything," you replied, shaking your head slightly. A close, compact train really wasn't the best place to pick a fight, with zero exits, it really could get nasty real quick.

Kate turned her head towards you, her eyebrows forming into a furrow. "Don't expect me to do nothing when he's literally having the best time of his life, having the grossest thoughts about you." she said, wrathfully.

"Doing something reckless right now really isn't a good idea," you replied, intertwining your fingers with hers.

Kate was silent. Blood had rushed to her face, making it appear flushed.

"He wants attention. Don't give him what he wants, Kate," you added, wisely.

Without uttering a single word, Kate looked away. You shifted in your seat, trying to avoid the gaze of the man. You didn't realize how tightly Kate was holding your hand until it went numb due to the lack of circulation.

"Katherine, my hand is falling asleep," you whispered but Kate didn't respond or loosen her grip. Her mind was somewhere else. You tried to squeeze your fingers out only to fail so you gave up quickly.

"This is a Manhattan bound 1 train. The next stop is Marble hill - 225th street," as soon as Kate heard the announcement, she simply stood up, still grabbing your hand tightly in hers as she walked towards the doorway. The train was still moving and you noticed that the coaches connected to the one you were in were almost empty. You felt your stomach churn, your chest felt heavy.

"Leaving so soon, babe?" a hoarse, unnerving, male voice said from right behind you. You froze in place as a chill ran down your spine. Both of you turned your head towards the voice at the same time. Even though you had never heard of that voice, you knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Why don't you come with me, doll?" he continued, placing his large hand on your shoulder, his grip was firm. "You know what? I'll take your friend too," he added, smugly, pointing towards Kate.

Before you could utter a single word, Kate moved quickly. She pulled you behind her, almost tucking you like a little kid and everything that happened after was too quick for you to comprehend in that moment.

You saw her fist fly towards the man's face before thrusting into it with full force. The man groaned and fell to his knees. She landed a forceful kick to his ribs before the man fell to the floor.

Kate bent over his body and quickly grabbed his collar with just one hand as she pulled his limp body up. You felt the muscles in her bicep tighten under your moist, sweaty palms.

"Touch her again and you're dead," she muttered, furiously, under her breath.

The man was pretty much knocked out from those punches, he only slightly moaned in pain. After all, Kate was a black belt.

"I'll crack your skull open if you ever dare to think of her in that nasty mind of yours! Do you understand, dipshit?" she added, dropping him to the floor. His body slumped, falling with a loud thud. Faint gasps echoed from the direction of the only two people that occupied the compartment along with you. They were too flabbergasted to actually react to what just happened and that included you.

The train came to a hault then, the doors opened, exposing the platform outside. You stood frozen, still horrified, but Kate dragged you out the door and into the station without saying a single word. She pulled you to an isolated corner and finally spoke up. "Baby, are you okay?" her voice broke as she cupped your face in both her hands. Without replying, you lifted your hand to lightly touch the hand she threw the punches with. You very gently brought it infront of you to examine it, carefully. Her knuckles were a deep shade of crimson and the area around it a very faint purple. You traced little circles around it, trying to sooth it to your best. "Are you okay?" you asked with deep sadness in your voice.

"I'm fine," she whispered, looking down.

You placed your hand under her chin to lift it up so that you could meet her gaze. Her eyebrows were pulled close together, the inner corners angled upwards. Her lips were pressed together in a line as her sorrowful, sapphire eyes met yours.

"Thank you," you whispered ever so softly.

A very subtle, mellow smile pulled her lips slightly upwards. Without saying anything, her hand reached out to grab the back of your neck. You felt the coarse surface of her palm against your bare skin. She pulled you closer and leaned down, pressing her lips softly to your forehead. You both remained silent but the intrusive thoughts were slowly creeping into your mind. You knew you were safe with her but the utter thought of what would've happened if she wasn't with you today sent a shiver down your spine. You were certain that you would've never been able to take on that man alone. Kate quickly picked up on your body language and wrapped her arms around you, tightly. "I won't let anything happen to you, love," she whispered, running her fingers through your hair. You closed your eyes, burying your face in her chest because you knew you were safe.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay)

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader -> You and Clint have been having an intimate relationship and it’s been hidden from the rest of the team. But, what happens when Fate throws you both a curve ball and it can no longer remain a secret?

Disclaimer: Fluff, swearing, feelings of being completely terrified of life, Sam and Bucky being idiots. Ignoring Endgame and CW. Clint has never been married or has kids in this fic. Friends/Co-workers to lovers. FwB SMUT (description is brief in the beginning, so feel free to skip), mentions of unprotected sex (be safe, wrap it up) MDNI. IF YOU CONTINUE READING THIS, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING 18+ THEMES. THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Clint was good at his job. 

He had to be. He had no other choice. If he wasn’t good, that meant he was bad and that could result in one of two things. Either, he’d get fired. Or, he’d die. If he was bad at his job, he’d prefer his exit to be the former of the two options, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t really have a choice. 

But, he was good at his job. So, it didn’t matter. 

What he wasn’t good at, however, was being a dad. Or, at least, being told he was about to become one and not freak out about it. 

You had told him three days after you had found out yourself. 

You could remember it. Being stood in your bathroom until you saw the very pink double lines appear on the centre of the stick, which made you back up until you sat on the toilet seat and placed a hand to your mouth. 

At first, you didn’t know how to react. 

You and Clint weren’t exactly…together. 

It had started just over a year ago when, after some strange happenings on missions, you found comfort in one another. It was just simple and casual. No strings. Just sex. But you were friends. And co-workers. So, you were both incredibly careful. 

But then you remembered the night in the hospital. Well, medical bay. 

10 weeks prior, you’d both been on a mission that left you more than worse for wear. Stage 4 concussion, three broken ribs, the rest severely bruised, cuts and scrapes to the rest of your body and loss of memory for the first 24 hours. 

But, on your final check-up, you were left by the doctors, alone, in your room. 

During your stay, Clint had come almost every night to sit with you. Even helped you get to and from the bathroom when the lights were too bright and your entire body felt like it had just been hit by a 1000 tonne truck. 

Other nights, when he wasn’t helping you to and from the bathroom, he’d lie with you and you’d both sit and watch some crappy old movies that Clint had managed to find. Some were better than others, but even then, you’d both fall asleep half way through. 

But, after 10 weeks, you had your final check up and Clint came to see you. 

You both talked for a while, about what was to come. What missions would be given, when you were going to be put back into the field, what he had done to Natasha to make her so mad that she came to you to ask for help in getting back at him. 

And then he sat beside you and asked how you were feeling. 

“Like I want to get out of here.” you had answered honestly. “I just want to get back to normal.”

“And your head? You took quite the hit.” Clint pushed a strand of hair from your face so he could see you more clearly. 

“The concussion has gone but I still have a small headache.”

“You know, there are ways to get rid of that.”

You smirked, already having an idea on where Clint was going with this. “So, I’ve heard.”

“Maybe I could help you out?”

“Really? How so?”

Slowly, Clint moved closer to you before you continued to lie back until he was flush against you and the mattress where he slowly kissed your neck. 

“Well, there is the usual. Yoga,” a kiss, “Sleep,” another, “some weird tea that probably tastes like nail polish remover,” another kiss. “And then there's my idea. And, it technically hits two of the three.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed as he continued to press his lips against your skin. “And what is that?”

“I think you already know, baby.”

You smiled before his lips met yours. From there, your bodies took over. Your hands came up his side before pushing their way through his hair. His knee pressed between your thighs, teasing you ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his hands gripped at your hips pulling you closer as a moan emptied itself into his mouth. 

“Let me take care of you,” you heard him tell you before his lips moved back down your neck, leaving a trail of, come by morning, love bites in their wake. 

Usually, you were both so careful. But that night…that night you just wanted each other. Needed each other, even. You let him take care of you; his fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make you want more, his lips and tongue leaving marks across your body that only made it yearn for more, his knee pressing against you before he replaced it with his hand, his fingers curling up inside of you. All the while, he watched you curse underneath him, swear to God, swear to anyone who would hear your cries of pleasure. He felt your hands roam his body until he finally moved himself to your core where he felt your fingers and nails run themselves down the back of his head and neck, begging him for more. 

You climaxed twice before he entered you, and even then, you came again. 

He was the only man who had done this to you. Others, they had come close, but it was never like this. Clint took his time, teasing your body in ways you didn’t know would have you begging for him to the point where you felt as if it was going to last forever. 

And afterwards, he’d take care of you then, too. He’d wipe away any wetness from you before handing you a glass of water and helping you stand despite wanting to fall asleep in his arms there and then. By the time you’d get back from the bathroom, he’d hand you a t-shirt of his that just covered you - but still, if you weren’t both so relaxed, he’d take you there and then…again. 

And you’d let him. 

But that night, rather than using any safe measurements, it all remained unprotected. Something that would only come to your mind after being sat in the bathroom for an hour and half, staring at the two very pink lines on the white stick. 

It took you three days to initially come to terms with what was about to happen. Even then, you hadn’t fully accepted it. You were pregnant with Clint’s baby. And in 9 to 10 months, that baby will be born, hopefully healthy, and soon enough would be an exact share of your and Clint’s DNA.

On the fourth day, you went in search of Clint. And, you found him in his bedroom at the compound. 

After giving your knock, he called for you to come in. 

“It’s unlocked!”

The moment you entered, you locked the door behind you. 

“Clint?”

“In here.”

Tony had created a connecting room for him to practise against targets so when you entered he had his arrow drawn and released it on bullseye. 

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“We need to talk.”

“I’m all ears.” 

You nodded. Mostly, his focus was on the targets so at least that made it easier not having to look him in the eye. 

“Okay, I’ll just get to it,” you took a breath, clasping your hands together. “I’m pregnant.”

The arrow that Clint had drawn and intended to go through bullseye once more…landed in the wall. 

“You’re…”

“Pregnant,” you nodded. “9 weeks, I think, at least.”

“When did…”

“Three days ago. I know, I’m freaking out, too.”

Clint looked back to the targets, not knowing where else to look. 

“I just thought you should know.”

Clint nodded before backing up and sitting down on one of the chairs beside the wall. 

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

“And I’m gonna be…”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

You moved to sit beside him. “I know. Believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.”

“Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“You’re really pregnant?”

Sighing, you lifted your hips from the chair to pull the fresh pregnancy test from your back pocket. “Pretty positive.”

You handed him the test where he let out a small gasp, covering his mouth as he looked down at the two pink lines. 

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing.” you said. “And…if you don’t want to be involved, I’ll figure it out. But, I want you. I want you to be involved.”

“No, no, no,” Clint cut you off. Despite the fact he was in complete shock, something he was certain of was…”I wanna…I wanna be involved. If we’re in this, we’re in this together.”

You nodded after a moment. It was nice to have some support and know you’re not alone in your fear. 

Clint soon looked back to the stick before reaching over and taking your hand in his. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You could see a small smile growing on his face, which mirrored itself on yours. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

A small laugh came from Clint’s lips before he pulled you closer into a hug, the pair of you looking at the double lines before he turned and looked to your stomach. You weren’t showing yet, but you would be soon. 

Gently, Clint lay his hand over your stomach before you placed both of your hands over his. 

“We can do this, right?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

It took a while to figure out how to tell people since they didn’t know you and Clint were together in the first place. But, one morning when Sam had woken up and found you in the kitchen, reading, whilst Clint cooked breakfast, he offered you a cup of coffee. 

Usually, you’d never turn one down. And always had it at full strength. 

Only, for the last couple of weeks, Sam hadn’t seen you with a coffee or even a beer on a Friday night. He also hadn’t seen you in the sparring ring for a while. Typically, you’d usually be against him or Clint and within seconds, you had them on the ground. That was a tactic neither of them could figure out. 

“Are you on a cleanse or something?”

“Why?” 

Clint looked over his shoulder to you, only to see your eyes focused on Sam. 

“Because you haven’t been drinking coffee or any kind of alcohol or caffeine.” Sam said before letting out a chuckle to himself as he poured himself a coffee. “Either that or you’re pregnant.”

Silence settled over the room and the moment you and Clint locked eyes, having a telepathic 

conversation between one another…Sam noticed. 

Confusion was the first thing he felt. Why on earth would you and Clint look at one another like you had a secret? 

“What? What is it?”

Clint tilted his head quickly. It was up to you. 

You nodded and turned back to Sam. 

“Actually…”

Sam put his coffee down and stepped back. “Wait, you’re…?”

“Pregnant.”

“Holy- Oh my - Holy shit.” Sam broke out in a smile before rounding the kitchen island and hugging you. “Holy shit, you’re actually- wow. Wait, who’s the-”

Then when Clint came behind you, laying a plate of food in front of you, and you looked at him, Sam took another step back. “Oh my God.”

“No-one else knows so, please, can you keep this to yourself for now?” You asked. “We’re still trying to figure out how to tell people.”

“I didn’t even know you two were, like, a thing.”

“Technically, we weren’t.”

“But you’re having a kid together?”

You nodded. “But, please, Sam, keep this to yourself for now.”

“Keep what to himself?” Bucky entered the kitchen. 

“Nothing.” Sam answered walking back to his coffee. 

Bucky, with narrowed eyes, made his way around the kitchen. His eyes barely left Sam. “Oh, come on, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I can.”

“Not with me. Took you all of five minutes to tell me that Jessica from accounting is having twins.” Bucky said before he saw a bead of sweat drip down the back of Sam’s neck as his eyes widened for a split second before looking at you. “Oh, my God. You’re pregnant.”

“How did you-”

“Told you. He can’t keep a secret from me. Also, you haven’t drunk a single ounce of coffee in, like, four weeks. So, it’s either that or you’re on a cleanse. And you would never give up coffee voluntarily.”

“Well, if you know everything, Einstein,” Sam turned to Bucky. “Who’s the dad?”

“Barton.”

You dropped your fork, finishing your mouthful before looking to Bucky with the expression of Oh, for God’s sake. How? Meanwhile, Sam seemed slightly offended and confused at the fact Bucky seemed to have the whole thing figured out. 

“What? She’s wearing his shirt.” 

You looked down and realised it was true. How had you not even noticed?

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But, you should tell people soon or else they’re gonna figure it out. Also, you might want to add more ginger to your meals.” Bucky added. “It’ll help with the morning sickness.”

“How the hell do you know all of this?” 

Bucky shrugged, sipping his own coffee. “I had to help a woman give birth in a small town in Germany. When I came back, I figured it was more likely to happen so I read a couple books. I can lend them to you, if you want.”

It was safe to say you, Clint and Sam were more confused over Bucky’s hidden history as a midwife than your and Clint’s relationship and baby. 

“So, when’s your first scan?”

“Okay, this conversation’s too weird for me. Can we please change the subject?”

“Can we see the pictures when you do?” Sam asked. “I wanna see a picture of my nephew or niece. I call ‘favourite uncle’.”

“Who says you get it?” 

“I do.” Sam told Bucky. “We all know Nat’s gonna have first dibs at Aunt. I call Uncle.”

“What about me? Or Steve?”

“Steve’s everyone’s Grandpa. He gets that title.”

Whilst the two idiots in front of you argued over the title of ‘favourite uncle’ before eventually coming to the decision that the kid will decide, Clint had come behind you, taking your empty plate from you. 

“What do you say we make a run for it? Someone will find them and ask them what they’re arguing about. Let them tell the rest of the team.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Slipping yourself from the stand, you felt Clint take your hand in his before you both made a run for it out of the kitchen, down the hall and into Clint’s bedroom. 

Miraculously, you both managed to shower and get dressed, packing a small bag before making a run for it and not being stopped or called by anyone. 

Clint drove you both out of town for a couple of hours to a small town clinic. They were small enough to know that they were away from Shield’s radar as well as the Avengers. And, with barely any people in the waiting room, there were no people trying to report news over why you and Hawkeye were in a maternity ward. 

The doctor called your name and you and Clint headed inside where you lay on the bed and began asking questions about your health and when you think you got pregnant before covering the lower half of your stomach in cold gel and began the ultrasound. 

“One thing I will say is that you have to be careful. I understand the professions you two are in, but where you can, rest. Try not to lift anything heavy over your head as it can strain your lower back,” the doctor gave you both some more advice before they moved to find the baby’s heartbeat. 

“See this, right here?” you and Clint looked at the monitor. “That’s your baby and this…” a small galloping sound from the speakers. “is your baby’s heartbeat.”

As one hand lay below your head, your other was in Clint’s hand. Swiftly, he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckle as you both watched the monitor and listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. 

“Oh, my God.” It brought tears to both of your eyes. 

“I’ll get you some pictures printed off.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Clint,” his eyes didn’t leave the monitor until you looked at him. “That’s our baby.”

“That’s our baby.” Clint smiled back before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before laying his arm around you, both of you looking at the monitor. 

The doctor handed you some paper towels to wipe the gel from your stomach before leaving the room for a moment to grab a couple of information pamphlets and other small things that would help you and Clint on your journey. 

By the time you got back into the car, you and Clint simply looked at the photos you had been given. From the pile, Clint tore one away and placed it in his sun visor.

The rest of the day, you and Clint drove around the small town, taking in a couple of the sights, eating at their ‘Number One Diner’ before hitting a couple of smaller stores, buying a couple of baby things. Thankfully, anyone that you ran into didn’t seem to have a clue who you or Clint were. Either that, or they simply didn’t care. That made it a lot easier to buy baby clothes and books. 

And, by the time the sun was setting over the horizon, you and Clint sat on the hood of his car, your laps covered by a checked blanket and a soda in your lap, Clint’s phone rang. 

“Who is it?”

“Nat.”

The moment Clint answered, Natasha was already speaking. 

“You’re having a baby and you left the members of Sesame Street to tell me?”

Clint turned to you, “They’ve blabbed.”

“Wow. Took longer than I thought.” You said, looking at your watch. 

“Is she with you?” Natasha asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Good, tell her I’m mad at her, too.” 

“Nat said she’s mad at you.”

“She’s mad at you, too.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find someone else to be this kid’s favourite Aunt.”

“Whoa, hey-”

“Guess we could ask Wanda?” you suggested. “Or maybe your Rookie?”

“Kate? Really?” Clint asked. “She is the closest in age to the kid. What about-”

“Hey, hey! Do not give my title away! I did not fight to save your life to have my title of favourite Aunt thrown to some Rookie.”

“You like Kate.”

“Besides the point.” Natasha brushed off. “That title stays with me.”

“What do you think? Should we let her?”

“Is she still mad at us?”

“I don’t think she can be if we give her the title.”

“Okay then,” you smiled before taking a sip of your soda. “You only get the title if you’re not mad at us.”

“Fine, hold on a sec,” in the background you heard Nat shout for Steve. “Rogers, be mad at Barton for me.”

“He threatened to take away your title?” you and Clint heard Steve laugh before the phone was passed to him. 

“Maybe.”

“Hey Clint.” Steve said. “Congrats, man. We’re all really happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

“Just a word of warning, though.” Steve began. “Tony’s already started clearing a space out in the compound for a nursery so if you two thought you’d be moving out, I don’t think Tony will let you leave.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“What is it?” you asked Clint. 

“You know how we talked about finding a house?” you nodded. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Tony?”

“Yep.”

You smiled with a small chuckle. “Figures.”

Steve hung up soon after that, leaving you and Clint in your own little world for a while to watch the stars and moon settle over the land.

Over the next couple of weeks, time was spent between telling Shield and HR about what was going on and getting ready for what was to come. Hill gave you both a grilling but, off the record, she was happy for the both of you. Fury had done the same thing, fully expecting an invite to the baby shower. You had also been assigned to desk duty and advising from over Skype. 

Clint could see you were getting agitated so he pulled a couple strings to get you into teaching the new recruits. It wouldn’t be a job that would put you into danger and it would keep you busy just enough for you not to be completely bored. 

The nights you spent by Clint’s side. Each night you’d both ready a couple of the parenting books you’d bought from the small town outside the city or what Bucky had gifted. 

Neither of you had really talked about what your status was together. The nurses at the hospital had referred to Clint as your husband, something neither of you had corrected. Not that you had noticed initially. 

Even the team had questioned it at certain points, but never when you were together. 

So, as you sat beside one another, reading over the books that spoke about ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, Clint turned to you. 

“What are we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me either.”

“Are we even meant to be something?”

“Well, we’re co-parents, right?”

“Yeah.”

A silence settled over you both for a moment before you placed a hand on your belly and spoke before looking at Clint. “We can do this, right? Be parents together?”

“Of course we can.”

“Then why do I feel so out of my depth?” you asked. 

Clint sat up, pulling you with him. “Hey, look at me. We can do this.”

“What if we screw up, Clint?”

Wiping away the small tears from your eyes, Clint gave you a smile. “Then it means we’re parents. They all screw up, right? But, if we can’t do something, we’ll just send the kid to one of their aunts or uncles. This kid has got a big family. At least we can give the jobs of Birds and the Bees to someone else.”

You laughed. “Like Nat?”

“I love her, but probably not.”

You laughed again, wiping away the tears from your eyes, your emotions coming back into check. “Yeah, probably not. We should keep Bucky off that list, too.”

“Agreed.” Clint nodded. “What about Pepper?”

“We should probably tag team her with someone. She’s a strong woman but this kid is half you, half me. If it’s not awkward to begin with, it will be eventually.”

“That’s true.”

You and Clint shared a laugh as he took your hands in his, keeping his eyes on you before he moved closer and kissed your lips. He brushed the hair from your face, your hand coming to his wrist. For a moment, he thought you were about to push him away, but instead you brought him closer. 

The months passed with pain and pleasure. 

The further you got into your pregnancy, the more the nights became restless and the pain spread across your body. However, the only thing that seemed to remain pleasurable was being able to make a start on the nursery and the fact that your morning sickness had worn off. But also, having Clint by your side, knowing you weren’t alone in your fear or excitement…that made it all a little easier. 

Natasha, with the aid of Bucky and Sam - who she sent on errands to keep them out of her way - planned the baby shower where you and Clint found out the gender of your baby and learned that Fury, Clint, Sam (by default as he and Bucky flipped a coin for which gender they guessed), Wanda and Yelena were the only ones to guess correctly. 

A baby girl. 

The moment the pink powder released from the target as Clint shot a single arrow to its centre, everyone erupted in cheers and shouts of enjoyment. 

Yelena and Sam rubbed their success in Kate and Bucky’s face, respectfully, whilst Hill handed Fury 20 bucks and Clint came to find you, hugging you tightly from behind and you looked with joy to the pink powder. 

“We’re having a girl.”

“We’re having a girl,” you confirmed with a smile. 

Eventually, your due date came…and passed. 

You were already on maternity leave, so your days passed slower than usual. Clint would come in and check on you at lunch and on his breaks. 

Your days were spent in uncomfortable pain, watching crappy movies and tv shows. Sometimes, someone from the team would come and sit with you and Sam and Bucky had taken a liking to Bake Off - it led to them sitting in the kitchen, baking sweet treats for you to try until you declared a winner. 

But, one afternoon, sitting outside with a book resting on your pregnant belly, watching the trainees run their drills on the ground, Steve came and joined you outside. 

“How are you doing, Momma?” 

You smiled as Steve stepped from the sliding door and sat at the end of where your feet were propped up on the sofa. 

“Eh,”

“That bad?”

You sighed, sitting up a little higher. “I love this kid, but I just want her out already. Come out, please.”

Steve chuckled as you held your belly and yelled in the hopes she’d hear you. 

She just kicked back. 

“As stubborn as her dad.”

“She’ll be here soon,” Steve smiled. “And you and Clint will have your hands full.”

“Can’t wait.” you said. “I like being busy. This,” you motioned around you, “I don’t like it.”

You and Steve sat and chatted for a while longer, mostly about the missions coming up and the books you had been reading. He’d leant you a couple which you had managed to finish in four days. 

But then…

You hissed in pain, holding your belly. 

“Whoa, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just uncomfortable.”

Then the pain came again. “Ow, okay, no. That hurt. Ow!”

Steve sat up quickly, helping you as carefully as he could. “Come on, you need to get to the hospital.”

“I guess she heard me.” 

Steve laughed, and so did you - which only brought some more pain. 

“Clint, I need to call him.”

“I’ll call him on the way to the hospital.”

“He’s on the other side of town-”

Steve helped you inside, “He’ll get there. I promise.”

Then Bucky and Sam came around the corner. “Hey, are you okay?”

“She’s going into labour. Do you know where Clint put your hospital bag?”

“Bedroom, under the bed.” you told Steve who then gave the instructions to Sam and Bucky. 

“I’ll get the bag,” Sam shouted, running right before Bucky ran left. 

“I’ll bring the car around.”

“Steve, I’m scared.”

“I know, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Steve gave you a kind smile that reassured you of his promise. 

By the time you got downstairs, Sam and Bucky were rushing around like two headless chickens. Bucky hopped out of the driver’s seat and ran to the otherside, pulling the door open. Steve helped you inside before taking the keys from Bucky. 

“One of you needs to go and pick Clint up. Buck, take the bike.”

“On it.”

“Sam, go and find Natasha.” Steve commanded. “Let her and the others know what’s happening.”

“Steve!” 

“Okay, go.”

Steve jumped into the driver's seat before pulling out of the driveway and towards the hospital. On the way, he pressed a couple of buttons on the monitor inside the car, calling Clint. 

“Clint, listen to me, Bucky’s on his way to you.” Steve explained. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m going into labour! Ow, crap.”

“Oh, shit.”

“We’re on our way to the hospital now, just meet us there.”

“Okay,”

In the background, you heard the roaring of Bucky’s motorbike. He had to have driven through multiple red lights. 

“He’s here now. Honey? It’s gonna be okay.”

“Just get here, please. I’m not doing this without you. Argh, fuck.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Clint!” Bucky shouted. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you replied. “Just get here.”

“Clint we’re pulling in now,”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Barton!”

As you were rolled into the labour suite, Steve kept watch for Clint before he came barrelling around the corner, not fully aware of where he was going. 

“Barton!”

Clint followed Steve’s voice in a circle until he finally spotted him and ran down the hall to your room. 

“How is she? Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What did the nurses say? Is everything-”

Steve took Clint by his shoulders. “Everything’s okay. They’ve just broken her waters so she’ll be giving birth soon enough. I’ll keep the others out here.”

“Thanks, and thank you, Steve.”

“No need,” Steve smiled. “Now go to her.”

Clint gave a final smile before entering the room and rushing over to you. And you couldn’t have held him tighter. 

“I’m scared, Clint.” you told him as the midwife came in and told you you were ready to give birth. 

“I know, baby. So am I, but you’ve got this, okay? Hey, look at me.” you looked at him as he held onto your hand. “You’ve got this. I love you,”

“I love you, too.”

It was only now that you realised today, of all days, was the first time you’d both told one another the truth of your feelings towards each other. 

Clint pressed a kiss to your lips. “Stay with me?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay, dad, help her up.” the midwife called your name. “When I tell you to push, give me all the strength you can muster, okay?”

You hummed nervously. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you wanted her to stay inside, for a little while longer. 

Clint held your hand the whole way through, pushing the stray hairs from your face and holding his arm across your back for support as you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally a cry rang out throughout the room. 

“You did it, mom. A beautiful baby girl.”

“You hear that?” Clint looked at you, smiling as he pushed the last couple of hairs from your face. “You did it, momma. She’s here.”

“She’s here? Is she okay?”

Clint looked over to the nurses and midwives measuring, cleaning and weighing your baby girl. “Yeah, yeah. They’re just cleaning her off.”

Clint had tears in his eyes as he looked back at you, pressing a kiss to your head and your lips. “You did it.”

Moments later, you were handed your baby girl wrapped in the blanket you and Clint had bought her all the way back when you had your first scan. 

Feeling her skin against yours, you felt your heart explode. 

Clint didn’t leave either of your sides once, looking down to his baby girl and the love of his life. 

“I love you, and I love her.”

“She’s so small.” 

A few hours later, you and Clint were sitting in a clean hospital bed, your baby girl in his arms as she slept. 

Wanda was the first to enter, Sam and Kate quickly followed behind before Bucky, Natasha and Steve followed suit. 

“Hey, can we come in?”

“Yeah, come on in, guys.”

“Hey, honey, how you feeling?” Wanda asked you, walking over. 

“Tired.”

“Can I see her?”

Clint carefully handed your daughter over to Wanda where Sam and Bucky stood around her. “She’s beautiful.” was the main repeated comment between the three of them. “And strong, too.”

“She gets that from her mom,” Clint smiled at you before looking towards Kate. 

“I brought you a couple things,” Kate told both you and Clint. “Figured everyone will be thinking about the baby, they’ll forget about you - and you’d probably forget about yourselves. So, your usual from Benny’s.” You praised Kate as a saint as she handed you the familiar paper bag. “Plus, a bag filled with every post-birth thing you could possibly need. Wendy has a Nurse-friend who has had, like, a gazillion kids, so she knows all the tricks of the trade.”

You smiled, hugging Kate. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and, Clint,” Kate handed him. “This is more for the baby, but I figured you could hold onto it for her until she grows up.”

Inside was a kid’s bow and arrow with an old, small carving in the top. 

K.B

And then underneath it, 

E.B

“Figured it should be passed down to the next generation of Hawkeyes,” 

Clint tried his best to keep his emotions in check as he smiled at the meaning of this gift. 

The bow and arrow that had once belonged to Kate now belonged to his daughter and when she was old enough, she could learn to shoot just like her dad. 

“Thank you, Kate. Really. This means…a lot.”

You rubbed your hand over his forearm before taking his hand in yours. 

After an hour, and lots of pictures, everyone else headed home and you and Clint were left with you baby girl, fast asleep in the hospital cot. 

“Our very own baby Hawkeye.” you smiled, leaning on Clint’s chest as his hand rested on the side of the cot, his eyes only leaving his daughter to look at you. 

“I never thought I could be this scared and happy at the same time.”

“Ditto.”

“We can do this, right?” Clint asked you. 

“She’s here now, we don’t have much of a choice.”

Clint chuckled and looked back at his daughter. “True. God, I can’t believe she’s here.”

“I know,” you smiled. 

Clint kissed the top of your head, holding you closer before looking at you. “I love you.”

You looked up to him and nodded. “I love you, too.”

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before leaning his head against yours. 

“I know this is nearly 2 years, too late, but…do you want to get dinner with me tomorrow?”

You chuckled, smiling. “I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll meet you here, 6 o’clock, Benny’s included? I’ll be the one sitting beside you.” 

Laying your arm over his stomach and leaning in closer, still smiling, you replied; “I can’t wait.”

Smiling, you could hear the thrill come from Clint’s heart inside his chest before he placed another kiss on your head and you both kept your eyes on your daughter. 

Your baby Hawkeye, Evelyn Natasha Barton.

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Unexpected reunion

Mihawk x female reader (OS)

from the One Piece live adaptation

Watched the One Piece live adaption and completely fell for Dracule Mihawk. So I had to write a one shot for him. Enjoy!

wordcount: 1875 words

tw: implied age gap, but y/n isn't a minor!, mentions of violence, sorry I'm new to tws- i will add more more with time if necessary

(english isn't my first language, this os isn't beta-read)

Day in, day out, you've endured this wretched ship's hold. The creaking sway of the gas lamps robbed you of sleep, and the chains on your wrists didn't make it any more pleasant. The sunny daylight could only be seen through the narrow gaps in the ship's deck above you. A week ago, the Marines separated you from your crew and captured you—a severe blow, or at least that's what the Marines thought. Yet, you had more experience at sea than your relatively young age would suggest. So, you waited out your days in the Marine cell, always accompanied by the squeaking of the gas lamp and the gentle waves of the ship.

One morning, a jolt woke you from your sleep. You sat up. The anchor must have been dropped on the bottom of the sea! You must be in shallower waters. Immediately, you heard footsteps on the wooden stairs above you, and moments later, several Marines dragged you out of your cell. "You're being relocated! Let's see how merciful the Admiral will be to you!" one of them sneered. Annoyed, you sighed. The arrogance of the Marines had always bothered you. If only the eight soldiers accompanying you knew that you could take them all down with a few moves. Yet, you had your reasons to hold back.

The glaring daylight greeted you as you were led from a Marine ship to a significantly larger one. Remarkably larger… Yes, this was definitely an admiral's ship. Suspiciously, you surveyed the crew of the ship, but none of the faces seemed familiar. However silly they all looked in their white uniforms. Some of them stared at you with fascination. It was a rarity to encounter a female pirate, especially one with your reputation. "Take the wench to her new cell!" one of the officers shouted. Before you had time to look around more, you found yourself in that very cell. At least this one had a small window in the ship's wooden wall. However, this time, thick barred iron rods enclosed you. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire," you muttered. But this cell had an additional thin straw mat for sleeping, and behind a wooden wall, there was a bucket of water with linen for freshening up.

This night, you couldn't sleep for a long time. Instead, you watched the stars in the sky through the small window. Your patience, which you had at the beginning of your captivity, had diminished. How lovely it would be to be able to be out under the open sky again...

And so it happened that you were lying awake again one night when you suddenly heard footsteps in the dark room in front of you. The light of the gas lamp was not enough to fully discern the entire room in the darkness. You stared intently into the darkness in front of you. "What do we have here? A pirate captured by the Marines?" a too familiar deep male voice cut through the darkness. Into the light of the gas lamp, on the other side of the bars, stepped - "Mihawk," you realized with a start, jumping up.

The gas lamp's light danced on the distinctive features of the feared warlord and the skin of his free, muscular upper body shimmered in the moonlight. He hadn't aged a day. "It's been a long time since we last saw each other," you said coldly, "and I didn't think it would be in the belly of a Marines ship this time." Mihawk seemed undeterred. "Well, only one of us is behind bars." He assessed you from head to toe. Your hair had grown longer, but it still had the same beautiful shine as back then. However, captivity had visibly taken a toll on you. Your skin was paler, and your clothing partially torn. "How long have they had you in captivity?" he asked, an unreadable expression on his face. "Why do you want to know?" you retorted, "Why should I tell someone who seems to be making common cause with the Marines lately!" This, too, left Mihawk unimpressed. "I occasionally work for the World Government, not the Marines, darling. And only when it suits me." The tone in Mihawk's voice allowed no further contradiction. "So tell me, y/n, how did you end up in this situation?" He pointed to the iron bars that separated you. For a while, you remained silent. The sound of the waves could be heard all the way down here in the ship's hold, as the ship gently rocked.

"My crew and I were lured into an ambush by the Marines. Then they captured me," you explained. Mihawk's eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, and his gaze pierced on you. "Captured, I see," Mihawk replied and took a step towards you. He was dangerously close, as if the bars between you didn't exist. You had to gulp. That wasn't the whole truth. But what did it matter to him? You had your own plan to escape this prison! And Mihawk had been gone too long for you to trust him now. "The feared pirate y/n allows to be locked up by ordinary Marines. I had hoped I trained you better." The second sentence angered you. "What do you know about me? You just disappeared!" Now there was a reaction on the pirate's face, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "I had my reasons to disappear back then." - "You left me behind!" you hissed. The Warlord's chest rose and fell faster. No one but you was capable of unsettling him. "I had a mission to fulfill, and I would never have involved you! I protected you, even if your stubbornness prevents you from seeing it." You stared at him. Mihawk had been your mentor many years ago. He had taken you in after finding you in a village destroyed by pirates. He was the reason why you were as skilled in swordsmanship as no other pirate but him. Until one day, he had suddenly disappeared, and you were left to fend for yourself. That was many years ago. "And all those years, I watched over you, y/n. You've become a formidable pirate." He assessed you again. But this time, it wasn't an appraising look, rather - an admiring one. You didn't know how to respond. Mihawk continued, "So it surprises me even more that you're still behind bars." He placed a hand on the iron bars that separated you. How should you act in this situation? Briefly, you listened to make sure no one else was on the corridors, then you straightened your shoulders. "The Marines did indeed surprise us with an ambush. But that's not all." Mihawk's gaze lingered on your lips. "I'm listening," he replied. You continued, "Before they could completely destroy our ships, I let myself be captured. I pretended as if they had defeated me in battle to protect the rest of my crew." The corners of the powerful Warlord's mouth twitched upwards. "In case of my capture, there has always been a plan for liberation. This plan involves a lot of preparation so that the Marine ship here is taken down simultaneously. Therefore, I have to wait in my cell until my crew arrives." - "Well, that sounds much more like the girl I trained," Mihawk said.

You already knew he wasn't a man of many words. Still, it almost sounded like a compliment. "As much as I appreciate your plan, y/n, you will come with me now. We don't have time to wait for your crew. None other than Garp himself is the vice-admiral on this ship." You wanted to protest when the Warlord shattered the lock of your cell with a single clean stroke. "I will wait for them!" you insisted. But Mihawk grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the ship's deck. His grip on your arm was far too strong for you to break free. He had always been much stronger than you. Mihawk pulled you up the stairs, and upon reaching the deck. A murmur ran through the rows of Marines who worked the night shift. Mihawk didn't even have to draw his sword. No one dared to attack him. He let his piercing gaze wander over the Marines. "Let it be clear, none of you will ever dare to harm y/n again. She is under my protection, and I will kill anyone who even touches her." Angrily, you stepped on Mihawk's foot. He rolled his eyes and added, "And the same goes for her crew." You nodded in satisfaction. The faces of the marines, on the other hand, reflected their fear of the warlord. Unconcerned, Mihawk walked with you to the railing and jumped onto his pirate ship, which was next to the Marine ship. In contrast to his usually much smaller ship, this one was quite large and stately. Yet you two were the only ones on it. Once on the other deck, Mihawk only needed to split the wind with his sword, and immediately, your ship sailed away from the Marines. For a the rest of the night you said nothing, but you could feel Mihawk's gaze on you as you stood at the railing. You reflected on the recent events and especially what Mihawk had told you about his disappearance. The Marine ship one the horizon was barely visible in the moonlight. You sailed many miles away from the their ship that night, until the first rays of the warm morning sun reflected in the gentle waves of the sea. A warm breeze played with your hair. Suddenly, you felt Mihawk coming towards you. He put something in your hand. It was a Den Den Mushi. You looked at him in surprise. He said nothing, but you understood him anyway. Immediately, you called your crew and told them about your involuntary rescue. You heard relieved sighs on the other end of the line. Then Mihawk himself suddenly took the Den Den Mushi and said to your crew, "There is no need for you to pick up y/n. I will bring her to your ship myself. Expect us in fourteen days." Before you could say anything else to your crew, Mihawk hung up. "What's wrong with you?? You could just split the wind fourteen times, and we would be much faster!" you snapped. Mihawk now stood directly in front of you, considerably taller than you. Calmly, he looked at you. Your skin had regained its rosy glow, and your eyes sparkled at him angrily. Now you looked much more like the girl he had taken in back then. "Well, my dear," he brushed a strand behind your ear, "Despite your daring plan, captivity by the Marines was dangerous for you." You wanted to retort, but he had drawn you into his gaze as if in a spell. "All those years, I left you alone. That was too long. In the next fourteen days, I will make it up to you." What exactly he meant by that, you didn't know. Honestly, you didn't care. Because a warm, unknown feeling enveloped your heart, and a smile played on your lips. And it felt like even fourteen days with the Warlord wouldn't be enough...

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uggh, I wanna write an entire fanfiction for him so badly. Hope you enjoyed it. This was my first post on tumblr, be gentle with me please :D also can we please talk about how hot Bogard is? He slayed his short screentime.

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First-Second Date - Kate Bishop

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : You're at a Café waiting for Kate to show up to your first date.

Warnings : being stood up, misunderstanding, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.9k

French version

Prompt : "B accidentally writes the wrong day down for their date, which inevitably causes them to unintentionally stand A up" 5th prompt from this prompt list made by @novelbear

Seated at a table in the Café near your University, you’re waiting for Kate. You met her at the beginning of your University year and got along instantly. Your feelings have quickly become romantic so after months of hesitation, you finally decided to ask her out on a date for the next Saturday. You were afraid she’d refuse at first in case she would only think of you as a friend, that's why you asked her by text. Kate had taken a few minutes to answer, too stunned to know you were attracted to her. When you received her positive response, you were filled with an intense joy. Now, it’s an intense anxiety that’s controlling your body. You arrived a bit earlier, too excited to hang out with Kate. Before leaving your place, you had sent her a message. 

Text from you to Kate, 2:40 P.M. : 

Are we still on for this afternoon ? 🥰

You still haven’t gotten a reply, but you reassure yourself by thinking she must be getting ready so she hasn’t had the time to check her phone yet. You just hope she’s going to text back as soon as she’s on her way, like this you’ll finally be able to relax. However, when ten minutes have passed since the time you had planned for your date, your stress gets a bit bigger. You wait five more minutes before taking your phone and texting her.

Text from you to Kate, 3:15 P.M. : 

Hey, just wanted to know if you were on your way, we were supposed to meet at 3 🙂

You look at your phone for a few minutes but no answer is coming. You end up locking it up and ordering a refreshing drink, hoping it’ll help you to calm your nerves. Yet, when Kate is thirty minutes late, your worry is stronger. You start overthinking. You try to come up with every reason as to why she’d be late : maybe she hasn’t seen the time, maybe something more or less serious has happened or maybe she won’t come because she hadn’t dared to refuse your date. You strongly hope it’s not the latter. No, it can’t be the last option. You have been close with Kate since the day you met, you consider her as one of your best friends, she can’t not come on your date. Kate isn’t like that. Or is she ? You try to chase away those negative thoughts from your mind and with reluctance, you call her. You know you risk being categorised as the annoying girl but your worry is too strong to help you chill. Without any big surprise, Kate doesn’t answer. When the beep ending her voice message rings, you clear your throat.

“Hey, Kate, it’s me, Y/N. Huh, it’s almost 3:40 and you’re still not here and, huh, I got no response to my texts either,” you start, playing with the napkin from your table, “I just wanted to check if everything was okay. I’m still gonna wait for a bit, in case you’re simply late. But, huh, tell me if you want to reschedule. Call me back when you get this message,” you continue before waiting a few seconds, “See you.”

You hang up and put your phone down on the table. You finish your drink in one gulp before checking an umpteenth time at the Café’s entrance. In spite of yourself, every five minutes you look at your phone. You even turned it off and on, thinking maybe your phone wasn’t working correctly. It wasn’t the reason. Kate hasn’t just replied to you. Slowly, your anxiety turns into anger. It had taken you months to muster up your courage and ask her out, you were waiting for that moment impatiently. Now, you think you shouldn’t have asked her. Not only are you getting humiliated in public for almost an hour now but you’ve also lost a precious friendship. Fed up, you pay for your drink and leave the place without wasting any second. On the way, you call Kate one last time, in case she’d feel remorse and want to meet you. When her voicemail begins, you can’t help but sigh in frustration.

“Kate, it’s me, the girl you had a date with today.” you state, coldly, “I waited for you a whole hour and clearly you’re not about to show up so I left. You know, if you really didn’t want to come, you could just have told me ‘no’ instead of ignoring me and standing me up.” you finish, before hanging up mad.

You trot to your University bedroom, fists clenched. You can’t believe Kate did that to you. You would have never thought she’d be the kind of person to be disrespectful. It seems like you don’t know her as much as you thought. 

During the whole night, you try to cool down by taking a shower, watching a TV-show and even spamming your best friend with messages to externalise all your emotions. What angers you the most is Kate’s silence. Usually, she replies to you in a few minutes, except when she has her training. However, she never does it after ten P.M., she could have answered you a long time ago. With difficulties, you finally fall asleep, not without checking your phone one last time. 

When Monday comes, you go to class with one goal in mind : avoiding Kate as much as possible. After the silent treatment she’s been giving you, you ended up thinking she deleted your number and even blocked it. You thought your goal would be easy to achieve because Kate would still be ignoring you but she has actually tried to talk to you several times. Still mad at Kate, you go in the opposite direction as soon as you see her, even if it extends your way.

After two days of avoiding her like the plague, a small part of you wants to confront her to know the reason for her absence. This part started being too loud when your anger vanished away to leave the room for your inability to understand the situation. Besides, you’ve noticed Kate still tries to come to you, despite your silence. If she’s so eager to talk to you, maybe she had a good reason ? If so, why hasn't she still replied to your texts ? 

You keep wondering why Kate is acting that way, not paying attention to what’s surrounding you while you’re walking to your bedroom. Suddenly, an obstacle is in front of you. Snapping out of your thoughts, you find Kate with an awkward smile on her face. 

“Hey,” she starts but you stay silent, “is it me or have you been ignoring me since this Monday ? Are you mad ?”

“No, come on, why would I even be mad ?��� you ask, ironically.

“Given the tone of your voice, I’m pretty sure you’re mad. What happened ? Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to ?” she questions, frowning. 

You’re about to give her a piece of your mind when her telephone ringing cuts you off. You sigh in disbelief. Kate rapidly takes out her phone and hangs up without looking at the caller ID. Watching her do that, you wonder if it’s what she did last Saturday.

“Sorry.” Kate says, putting her phone away.

“Oh, so it does work !” you state with a fake surprised tone.

“What ?”

“Oh, nothing. For a moment I thought your phone wasn’t working anymore.”

“Yeah, about that,” she starts, confused, “I wanted to tell you about it. Could you give me your phone number again ? I lost it.”

“Lost it or deleted it ?”

“Ok, I’ve definitely missed some information here.”

“Well, when you don’t check your phone, that’s what usually happens.”

“I had some problems with my phone,” Kate explains, making your eyes roll. “It fell down while I was crosswalking and a car drove over it just after. I had to change it and buy a new SIM Card.”

“So that’s why you couldn’t come Saturday ?” you continue, coldly.

“Saturday ?”

“Don’t play stupid ! Our date, Kate. We were supposed to meet on Saturday and I waited for you for a whole hour, like an idiot.”

“What ?”, she exclaims before thinking for a second, “but we were supposed to meet next Saturday so the one that’s coming ! I even wrote it down on Google Agenda,” Kate adds before showing you her phone, “look !”

“No, we were supposed to see each other last Saturday but you would have known it if you had checked your phone.”

“Y/N, I promise you I’m not lying when I tell you I broke my phone.”

Noticing Kate keeps insisting, you start doubting. Maybe her story was true and everything was a big misinterpretation. Maybe she didn’t stand you up intentionally. 

“It happened last Friday that’s why I couldn’t get your text.”, she specifies, “I swear it to you ! I would have never stood you up. I’m excited about our date. I mean, I was excited, I guess.” Kate corrects herself, thinking about it for a second, “I genuinely believed it was this Saturday, the one that’s coming and I’ve been trying to talk to you the past few days to get your number’s back as I lost it. Everything is a misunderstanding ! Tell me when you’re available, we’ll do our date as soon as possible and promise, this time I’ll write it down correctly and I will be there.”

“So you’re telling the truth ?” you checked again, sceptical. 

“I’d be willing to call my mom at this very minute to prove it to you, even if she has an important meeting.”

You take a few seconds to think about the new information. In the end, for you, her story seems closer to the Kate you know rather than the one who didn’t show up for your date. After all, even if Kate is precise when she’s holding a bow and arrows, the rest of the time, she’s quite clumsy. In addition to Kate’s voice, you could tell she was being genuine.

“I believe you.” you end up saying.

“Sorry for not showing up, no matter if it was accidental or not.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just like you a lot and I was so excited about our date and stressed, too. I was afraid my feelings were unrequited and you only said ‘yes’ because you had pity for me so when I wasn’t seeing you coming, I thought you were ignoring me, deliberately. I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“No, I promise you it’s not that, Y/N”, Kate refutes putting her hand on your forearm. “I meant it when I accepted your date, I care about you. I feel bad knowing you thought I had bad intentions when I actually was waiting for that moment since the day we met.”

“It’s not your fault. I know it now. I should have talked to you Monday instead of ignoring you.” you repeat, feeling guilty for jumping into conclusions.

“You had every right to be mad. You didn’t know what happened.” she reassures you. “So, we’re still on for that first-second date ? You still want us to go to one ?”

“If you promise to not do something similar a second time then yes”, you laugh.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”, Kate answers chuckling, “What if we didn’t wait ?”, she suddenly asks, “I mean, we don’t have any more classes, we’re together, we might as well go to that Café now, don’t you think ?”

“I’d love to.” you smile.

Kate’s lips take the shape of an idiotic smile when she feels your hand in hers. She tightens her grips while you’re guiding her to the Café. You’re both full of joy, you’re finally able to go on your first-second date.

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[heliads]

I don’t know if you write for Kate Bishop from the MCU. If you do, would I be able to request an imagine where the reader is one of Clint’s kids; and Kate becomes an older sister figure to them and helps them become a superhero, please?

'hero in training' - platonic kate bishop x reader

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It’s surprisingly difficult for your parents to take you seriously.

You’d think that having not one but two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as your mom and dad would lead to an interesting childhood. By all accounts, it did, what with your dad having to head out to battle Thanos or pick a side when the Avengers split up. That being said, you were really hoping to become a hero in your own right, but apparently that’s where Hawkeye and Agent 19 draw the line.

They’re just trying to keep you safe by keeping you out of their line of work. Supposedly. That’s how the excuse goes, at least, and goodness knows you’ve heard it often enough for the words to become familiar. People get hurt when you tangle in the Avengers business. Since you’re still a kid, they don’t want you to have any part of it. Sure, your parents made sure you’ve been taking self defense courses since you were old enough for the tutelage to have any impact, and your father trained you in the bow and arrow before that, but it’s not the same.

Secretly, you’ve always wanted more. Ever since you figured out that your dad was an Avenger, you couldn’t wait until you could join those ranks of heroes. Earth always needs a protector, and this need is only strengthened ever since your world broadened to include the rest of the galaxy. There’s a place for you as a hero, you’re certain of that. The only problem rests with convincing your parents that it’s time for you to help take up the mantle of saving the world.

They’re not too pleased with the idea, to say the least. Your mom insists that saving the world is going to have to happen after you graduate college, and your dad is leaning more towards pushing that date to never ever. No matter what you say about it being your responsibility to help protect the universe when it needs a helping hand, they’re not likely to guide you along that road.

You were assuming that you’d never get a chance to prove your worth. Your dad seemed more than ready to hang up his hat as a former Avenger, especially since you were all dusted and came back to find him without one of his oldest friends. You miss Natasha just as much as he does, but losing the Black Widow solidified the idea in your dad’s mind that he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else he cared about. As one of his precious children, you were certainly one of the ones to be protected.

After Thanos was defeated, you had assumed that was it, so much for your hero aspirations until you were old enough for your parents to get off of your back. However, only a short time had passed before Hawkeye was back in the news, and, most excitingly of all, back in the business. He claimed it was only going to be a one-off affair, something small that he would handle and return with plenty of time for Christmas.

As the days passed, though, and your dad stayed away to handle the ever-growing issues, you started to wonder if maybe your hopes might have a chance at coming back from the dead. Once your dad came back with his new sidekick in tow, you knew you were good as gold. One way or another, you were going to become a hero. Even if you had to draft Kate Bishop to make that happen.

You had a game plan. All the best heroes do. When she first walked through your door, Kate looked terrified, so nervous about accidentally being an unwanted guest that she failed to pick up on the scheming spark in your eyes upon seeing her. Immediately, you befriended the girl. That part was easy, and would have happened even if you weren’t planning on asking her for tips on how to crack into the hero business. Kate’s a nice girl, and a great friend. Honestly, even if you won’t be able to hack it in the world of the Avengers, you’d still be glad to have met her at all.

By the end of that weekend, you and Kate find yourselves staying up late after everyone else went to bed, aimlessly talking about whatever comes across your mind. She’s really funny, and many times you find yourself wiping tears from your eyes from laughing too hard.

On one of these occasions, Kate glances across the sofa at you. You watch as her broad grin turns into a softer smile. “Thanks for having me over, Y/N. I mean it. I’m really glad Clint let me come over.”

“Of course,” you assure her. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

She nods. “Absolutely. If there’s ever anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Please.”

This is exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Well,” you say slowly. “You said anything, right?”

Kate frowns. “Hopefully still something legal, but we can get around that. What did you have in mind?”

You can’t hide your devious grin any longer. “I want you to train me to be a hero.”

Kate blinks at you. “What?”

You wave your hand vaguely at her. “I’ve been begging my dad to train me for years and he never gave in, but somehow you broke through his shell and got him back into the ring. I want to know how you did it. I know martial arts, so I can fight, but I don’t know how to start helping people who need it. You do. Teach me your secrets.”

Kate shakes her head disbelievingly. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have a feeling I’d make a terrible teacher.”

“I have a feeling that says otherwise,” you insist. “Come on, Kate. At the least, it won’t be boring.”

Kate glances self-consciously at the stairs, but upon certifying that no one else is listening into the conversation, she nods at last. “Alright. Just don’t tell your dad, I finally got Clint to stop getting annoyed with me. I don’t need him to freak out because I took you on a few patrols.”

You pump your first in celebration. “Oh, I’m not saying a word. Trust me on that. This is going to be so good!”

Kate can’t help but laugh. “I think that’s right.”

Hero lessons start the next morning, bright and early. Kate claims that heroes have to be ready to defend the world at all hours of the day, but you catch her yawning into her hand when she thinks you’re not looking anyway. The two of you go on runs, practice sparring, and trade shots at the archery targets in your backyard. Although she initially tries to hide it, you know Kate is impressed with your marksmanship. That’s just the perks of growing up with an Avenger, you suppose, but it is quite satisfying to watch each of your arrows hit the bullseye whenever you fire.

Not all of your training is physical, though. Kate also teaches you important things like strategy– how to tell when you’re walking into a trap, how to get information without exposing yourself as being on a case, how to trust a stranger without letting down your guard. You half feel as if you ought to be taking notes, but Kate’s so passionate about what she says that it’s easy to follow along and remember afterwards.

Kate’s visit to the Barton family farm ends eventually, as all well-intentioned visits must. You still insist that she’s got several more months to go before she even begins to get on your nerves, but the older girl just laughs and says that it’s for the best that she heads back to the city, anyway. Something about needing to clean up loose ends. Kate assures you that you’re free to visit at any time, but you know you’ll still think fondly on these days in not-so-bleak December, back when the two of you were running circles around everyone else and planning out what it means to be a hero.

The two of you exchange phone numbers before you go, and it’s a rare night indeed that you haven’t heard from her, either a text message here and there or a lengthy call recounting all that you’ve experienced since you last parted. You’ve already made your dad promise to take you with him the next time he goes to Manhattan so you can visit Kate, and the two of you have a long list of things you need to do while you’re there. Fence, for one thing. Practice archery, for another. Maybe even save some lives while you’re at it.

Even if you and Kate may not be having face to face clandestine meetings anymore, though, that doesn’t mean you’re likely to give up on your dreams of becoming an Avenger someday. You practice according to her tips, consistently checking in to make sure you’re improving as you should. One day, you’ll get your chance. You can feel it.

Maybe six months after you first meet Kate Bishop, your patience comes to fruition. On a day trip with your school to a nearby city, you’re traveling from museum to museum with your class when you spot someone getting mugged down a nearby alleyway. Your first instinct, of course, is to help, so you murmur a quick excuse to your classmates before ducking down the alley.

The thieves aren’t expecting someone like you to jump in, and they certainly aren’t expecting you to kick their asses. The victim thanks you profusely, which makes you feel great. Maybe being a hero is well within your reach after all.

What you didn’t like so much, however, was having to sit around the police station later as a key eyewitness to the crime. You forgot one key step, which was to clear out pretty soon after saving the day. Your dad has to come pick you up, and although you’re not in trouble, you still feel guilty for making him go out of his way to get you.

Clint sits down across from you in the police station waiting room. He eyes your bruised knuckles with a raised eyebrow, then sighs. “Kate Bishop got to you, then?”

Your jaw drops in surprise. “What? I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your dad snorts. “This whole scene has her name written all over it. Kate’s got a good heart, but her planning needs some work. I’m assuming you made her help you out after I told you that Avenging couldn’t be in your future?”

You wince. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You’re expecting a lot of reactions from your dad upon hearing that you’ve been sneaking around behind his back to pursue the one career ambition he’s strictly declared off-limits. Breaking out into quiet laughter, however, isn’t that. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad? You saved someone out there, someone who needed it. You kept yourself safe and kicked some bad guy ass while you were at it. I’m not mad, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads onto your face. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “Just– next time tell Kate that the two of you don’t have to hide it from me, alright? I think both of you could use extra lessons in how to pick your battles.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Alright, alright. Does this mean she’s visiting again?”

“Maybe that you’re visiting her,” he suggests. “I’ve got a meeting coming up in the city and I was thinking about taking you with me. Only if you want to, of course.”

You spring up from your chair, wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I want to! Let’s go, I have to call Kate about this immediately.”

Clint shakes his head fondly as the two of you head to the door. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Neither of you can get involved in multiversal nonsense, promise me that.”

“Absolutely,” you assure him, but you cross your fingers when he’s not looking. When it comes to you and Kate, the sky’s the limit.

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[royaibrainrot]

What is!!! Your favorite Royai fanfic????

Hello! Excellent question! I have a couple all time favorites, which you may have already read since they’re some iconic pieces of Royai history imo ;)

delicate by @lantur (ao3): A wonderful, long, in depth riza character study, with some lovely royai on the side. My unofficial canon, because of how perfect the characterization and writing is.

We That Are Young by Stoplight Delight (fanfiction.net): a super old fanfic I read when I first joined the fandom that I still love :) it’s a sort of canon divergent sort of canon compliant account of Roy and Riza’s lives, spanning from when they were children to the start of the anime.

Buried Alive by @rizahawkaye (ao3): another one I read when first joining the fandom. Riza fakes her own death to infiltrate a terrorist organization. The storytelling is incredible and there’s lots of great twists and turns (as well as some delicious royai drama ofc)

And lastly Cessation- also by @rizahawkaye (fanfiction.net): a haunting little oneshot that has always stuck with me, about riza and roy reuniting one last time before roy is executed for his crimes in ishval.

Thank you for the ask! (Love your art btw!) :)

[yelenasvestenthusiast]

savior ; kate bishop

summary: no one should spend valentine's day alone. well, according to kate, anyway. warnings: none. gender neutral if you change like one word, though

you close your eyes, relishing the cool water sliding down your throat. the headache from last night had started to fade, though the cuts still stung.

you rest your head against the kitchen wall and sigh, stretching your neck a bit as an attempt to get rid of the ache in your muscles.

a buzz comes from your kitchen counter, signaling a call. you pick it up, smile at the contact name, and hold the device up to your ear. "what is it, kate?"

"can you open the door please?"

your smile starts to droop. "what door?"

"your door. duh."

"oh, please don't tell me she got in trouble again." you groan, but walk to your front door anyway. once you open it, you're met with kate, clumsily attempting to hold a box of pizza, a bouquet of flowers, a paper bag, and lucky's leash all at once.

"kate!" you exclaim, catching the box of pizza before it reaches the floor. "what-"

you aren't even given the chance to finish your sentence as she strides towards your kitchen, sighing with relief as she puts down her 'packages' on your table and lets lucky run free.

"what's this?" you demand, your hands on your hips.

kate ignores you and brings out a heart-shaped cake from the paper bag, lighting it with pink candles.

"kate."

"this," the archer blows out the flame from her lighter, picks up the bouquet of flowers, and does a little twirl towards you. "is me saving your valentine's."

you glance at your phone, still unlocked on the kitchen table, and see that it is, indeed, fourteenth of february.

you give her a look, followed by a sarcastic, "really?"

kate shrugs. "figured you, as a miserable single person-"

"hey!"

"-would've spent valentines alone. since you're too nice for that, i've decided to spend it with you!"

"you're single too!" you protest, but thankfully accept the flowers.

"exactly. also, take it as an apology for dragging you into whatever last night was."

a beat. and then a smile slowly forms on your face against your will. before you could say anything, kate takes out a slice of pizza. "so. you hungry?"

lucky comes running from wherever he was, and it was only then you realize why the dog looked different. kate had put a bowtie on him.

"kate!" you laugh. you squat down to pet him, feeding him a slice. "aw, you little gentleman. c'mere. you want pizza? yeah? sure you do, you good boy."

"sorry pizza's the most romantic dinner i could get."

"it's fine. really. you have cake and flowers and everything."

she taps her fingers on the tabletop, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, thinking. you notice her silence and give lucky a last kiss before approaching her. "you okay? you don't look very happy."

"i'm fine. um." kate takes a deep breath. "so, i was.. thinking. that.. i.."

"yeah?" you're listening carefully. you were really grateful for her. she was supposed to be resting at home and yet she'd gone through all this trouble to make sure you weren't alone on valentine's day. much like she made sure clint wasn't alone on christmas.

"that i wanted us to be each other's valentines."

"we technically are, though."

"no, i mean-" she closes her eyes. "not platonically. like, i'm asking you... to be my girlfriend."

"oh."

"but it's okay if you don't want to! i mean, i guess i'm sort of putting pressure on you, buying you stuff and all, but i'm not bribing you! i'm just genuinely asking because i really like you and think you're cool, so-"

you turn her around to face you and shut her up with a kiss.

she melts. immediately. you can feel her body relax into you, her hands tentatively placing themselves on your waist. she kisses back, evidently unsure, so you caress her cheek with the pad of your thumb to assure her that it's okay and you'd meant to do that.

when the need for air arises, you part. kate is grinning. "i'm assuming that means yes?"

"it means definitely."

lucky barks, bringing both of your attention to him. he sits there innocently with his tail wagging and his mouth opened into a dog's version of a smile. you start to laugh, kate following shortly after.

so far, this was the best valentine's day ever.

a/n: happy valentine's day, single or taken :)

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE CLINT BARTON HEADCANONS

It would be difficult to know if he's a yandere or not since he hides his obsessive yandere tendencies really well no joke. You wouldn't even notice if he was after you or not, he's THAT secretive

He's really good at sneaking in the shadows all stealthy like but he's all smiles and rainbows with you since he doesn't want you to suspect him

As a yandere Clint can be possessive, obsessive and a bit manipulative too. Oh and violent too if anyone is that stupid or that much of a dummy to hurt you while HE'S around

When he realizes you like books as well he'll get you some books for you to read and you both engage in conversations about books quite often. He loves it when your eyes light up and sparkle with joy and adoration when you talk about books, it makes his heart go all Doki doki

Yes, Clint is a swearer too so no need to be shy but he finds it really amusing and hilarious not to mention cute too when you start swearing be it at Tony or some other random villain

Speaking of Tony, this man will get INSANELY jealous as HECK if Tony or ANYONE else for that matter starts flirting with you. One death glare from Clint will make the opposite person shut up in seconds and maybe running away in fear. Oh, what's that? Someone from SHIELD asked you out today? Oh too bad they won't be able to make it

He already has a place for you to live with him. His farm, where the 2 of you can lead a nice normal happy life with a happy big family. This man here sure plans everything ahead and he might have even taken the help of Natasha and Steve and some of the other Avengers to spot if there were any loopholes in it

He's prepared to you fighting him and everything and he'll fingerprint locks on all modes of escape like doors and windows and stuff like that. He will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side at any cost no matter what