#his name is Thor and he's a resident in heaven now :')

[miutonium]

Hi, I decided to open my commission again because I cleared my art commission queues (I only have sketches left now!) I also decided to open it because I am currently working on my final project for this semester and I needed the funds to buy for the materials and such ;w;

I'm opening 5 slots right now as and will be updating the slots here if it's taken ^^

[2/5 SLOTS TAKEN]

My TOS, art samples and additional info can be read on my carrd here.

My commission queue can be check here as well (currently I have 2 pending)

Do keep in mind that I am currently near my finals so I only be able to actually start my commission progress around mid-July. Please commission me ONLY if you can wait for a long period of time.

Please send me a DM if youre interested or you have any questions regarding my commission!

There's no pressure at all if you don't want to reblog/share but I greatly appreciate it very much if you do 🥺👉👈

Thank you for your attention! 💕💕

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masterlist

AO3 Library here

Collections/Celebrations

500 follower celebration 1000 follower celebration Song-inspired Stories Drabbles Masterlist

Tales Reimagined

Events

14 Days of Valentines 2023 [Community Project] Kinktober 2023

Series

a heart like yours – Loki x Reader (eventually) // Steve x Reader (briefly)

On a mission to Sorsogon, Philippines to apprehend a healer performing extreme acts of vigilante justice, you get compromised with a curse placed on your heart. Now the team must break the curse or risk losing you forever.

relinquish the crown – dark!Loki x Reader

Loki surrenders his claim to the throne on one condition: He be betrothed to you, as was once tradition in your family’s ancestry. You…are Thor’s daughter.

secret notes – Loki x Reader

You’re an Avenger leading a secret life as a faceless content creator, singing covers on YouTube, choosing songs that you specifically dedicate to Loki. It’s the best way you can get your feelings out without risking getting hurt. So what happens when you start going viral and suddenly your teammates are so keen to find out who “The Lonely Avenger” on YouTube really is?

man of the month – Loki x Reader

The Avengers are making a calendar for charity and you're the designated photographer. Will you be able to keep your thoughts and hands to yourself around the guys as they make their attraction to you known? Will they?

rules of conduct – Loki x Reader

SHIELD has decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if Loki were more acclimated to the ways of Midgard/Earth since he has been residing there for the last few years to make amends for his attack on New York. Stark decided to draw names out of a hat to see who would be stuck with the task. Your name was drawn.

let me hear you – Loki x Reader

A curse has been placed on the entire world wherein the only ones that can speak your name are those that love you completely. And if they break your trust, your name gets wiped from their memory completely.

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

talking in your sleep – Loki x Reader part 2

Loki returns from a recon mission to discover you hadn't slept since he left. Four days ago. based on the prompt "i haven't slept for four days"

sworn fealty – King!Loki x Asgardian Soldier!Reader

You're the soldier designated to tell King Loki that Lady Sif and the Warriors Three have left for Midgard to bring Thor home.

the right partner – Loki x Reader

You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…

onyx – Loki x Reader part 1 part 2

You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

Oneshots

what's today again? – Loki x Reader

Thor tries to wake you up to keep you from getting fired, but you refuse to believe that it's not Saturday, so he calls his brother for help.

revisiting Stuttgart – Loki x Reader

You presented Loki with an idea to go around places where he had less than favorable memories and you two can make new, better ones together. You start with Stuttgart, Germany. part of the Invade Me Chronicles

heaven sent – Loki x Reader

The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold.

little darling – Loki x Reader

You find out that Loki made a joke about you being helpless without him because of your height, and you attempt to exact your revenge

men like you – Loki x Reader

prequel to 'revisiting Stuttgart'. You were tasked to perform crowd control in Stuttgart, Germany, disguising yourself as a gala attendee. This is how you and Loki met.

mission first, right? – Loki x Reader

You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman.

lavender haze – Loki x Reader

When a video of you and Loki goes viral, the world weighs in on your relationship. One comment in particular grates at Loki because it came from your mother.

excuses & opportunities – Loki x Reader

Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

observing. learning. fantasizing. – Virgin!Loki x Reader

Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

all wrapped up – Loki x Reader

You unwittingly gave Loki advice on how to seduce you. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

all i could give you – Loki x Reader

It seems that the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least.

what makes a princess – Loki x Reader

Morgan asks a question about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets

timeless – TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader

While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

slipping between future and past – Timeslipping TVA!Loki x Reader

You give your friend a few pointers on what to know about Yule, and come across a familiar looking stranger in your bookstore.

a helping hand – Crime Lord!Loki x Reader (friendship/platonic)

When Loki enters the office and sees you visibly shaken with your eyes swollen, he takes it upon himself to find out what's wrong and how he could help

gestures & rain checks – Loki x Reader

It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Oneshots

just another memory – Oakley x Reader

It's a few weeks before graduation and your best friend, Oakley, has some questions about what will happen afterward.

Collections

the 'one look and they'll know' collection – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

The stories that follow the couple of 'one look and they'll know', before and after that fateful day on set that kickstarted their relationship; includes the Soccer Aid Hiddles collection

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

feels like mine – Tom Hiddleston x Reader part 1 part 2 part 3

You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams

Oneshots

don't make the sounds – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

During a press junket interview, Tom uses one of the questions addressed to him to his advantage and distracts you from your peculiar mood.

Oneshots

you deserve better – James Conrad x Monarch Scientist!Reader

When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Non-Writing Stuff

the SAS vernacular – a visual dictionary of all things SAS

the horny bitches initiative – master post of all the horny bitches cuts

monthly wrap-ups – master post of all my monthly wrap ups

story recs navigation post

photo gallery directory – where we can find all the high def mango peach pics

thots & theories – i'm not always whoring out, sometimes there are other thoughts in this thotty lil brain of mine

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬:  Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦:  psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

My previous account was deleted so I’ll be posting the stories again. I’ll be changing this one, so yeah.

Inform me if y’all wanna be tagged!

You stared at the ticking clock, counting the seconds for his return, while Iris played with her stuffed tiger that her dada had bought for her. Her father was finally coming home after serving for a really long time in the military. Bucky was everything you had wanted and more. 

Though you both had a small and cute wedding when you were way too young, it still was one of the best days of your life. Since the day you had met him, he had been hell bent on joining the army as he somehow felt the need to protect people after what had happened to his father. So, after serving his first term, while you were still a second-year graduate student, he had proposed and you had accepted without wasting a second.  

Soon you had found yourself pregnant, during your pregnancy, he had been there for your every beck and call. You still remembered his face when Iris was born; it was filled with such adoration and love, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Iris was literally the female version of her dad, her cute nose, her lips and most importantly her blue eyes; her eyes had played a small role in naming her.

Having a kid and completing your medical residency had been tough, but whenever Bucky was home, he took care of all the housework and kept Iris busy for as long as possible. Just one thing which you didn’t like was all this time he spent away from home and the immense risk that came along with being on active duty. But he wasn’t just your Bucky, was he, he was Sgt. Barnes, too.  

But now as you sat staring at the clock, you feared that when he returned, Bucky wouldn't be the same man he was. While on duty, there had been an explosion and he had lost his arm. Hearing his voice on the phone was enough to tell you that he was broken. You were waiting to take him in your arms and tell him that it would be fine.

Just then the bell rang and you quickly got up and unlocked the door. And there he was, his eyes without their usual luster, filled with unshed tears. As Iris ran towards him, he quickly scooped her up in his right arm. “dada! I missed you s’much” she said kissing his face. You wondered whether she didn’t notice or was simply ignoring his missing arm after you gave her a little ‘talk’ about it. “I missed you too Rissie! I love you my little princess!” he said smothering her with kisses. “I'm a Queen!” she exclaimed. “Alright your majesty. Now may I enter your palace and meet my wife?” Iris pretended to think and then exclaimed a yes.  

“Hey, don’t cry” he said as he dropped Iris down. You hadn't even noticed that you were crying. You quickly wrapped him in your arms and he held you tight, fearing that you might slip away. You both didn’t speak for a long time, you were too busy being buried in each other's neck, but then you felt the moisture collect on your shoulder. As you let go, you realized his dam had broken and he was crying too.  

“I love you Bucky bunny” you said playfully. Somehow long back, you had come up with this nickname while watching Looney Tunes; your magnificent brain had somehow morphed Bugs Bunny into Bucky bunny. He pretended to hate it saying it sounded like some porn stars name, and therefore you teased him even more. “I love you too.” he replied staring deep into your soul.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

As you both retired to your bedroom after ensuring Iris was fast asleep, you simply laid in bed without talking. Your hands were quietly exploring the same planes of his body you had travelled a million times over. You hesitated to touch his arm at first, fearing whether he was comfortable with it or not. But as you slowly began to trace the scars, he let out a long breath.  

You wished he didn’t have to suffer this; you wished all went to the way it was previously; you wished that his eyes shone just as brightly as they did before. But that didn’t mean you loved him any less now. Though throughout the day he pretended to be just fine, you knew he wasn’t even close to being fine.  

“Are you going to leave me?” he finally broke the silence. You couldn’t help but give him a confused expression, why would he ask that? “You don’t have to pretend. Not with me. Just say and I'll go. I don’t want to be a burden to you... ” you shut him up by kissing him. “I am not leaving you Buck. I’m gonna stick with you like an octopus.” you said chuckling. “Buck, we’ll go through everything and anything if we are together. I just want you to be happy. We'll make it work; we will find a way. And trust me when I say I love you more than anything.”

You spent the entire night, tangled in each other, telling him how much you loved and cherished him.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

You were tired and your back was aching after performing a long surgery. As you opened the door, you were greeted with the smell if your favorite dish being cooked in the house. As you walked straight to the kitchen you were stunned to see Bucky somehow managing to cook with Iris sitting on the kitchen counter. Though the kitchen was a mess, you weren't going to complaint, all you could see was the blinding happiness on his face.

“Look who is back! Guess what mama bear?” Bucky said joyously. You wondered what was the reason behind his joy. “Daddy is gonna get his arm back!” Rissie exclaimed happily. This wasn’t news to you though. You had talked to Bucky about getting a prosthetic arm and he hadn't been half this excited. Seeing your confusion Bucky responded “Well, I got a call this morning. They are not only giving me my job back but giving me a cool new arm. I'll be on duty again!”  

You weren't sure whether to be happy or sad. You were euphoric about Bucky’s job and arm but at the same time you were worried for his life. “That’s amazing Buck!” you hugged him tightly as Iris slipped between you two. Your eyes were filled with happy tears. He was happy and that’s all that mattered right now.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

FOUR YEARS LATER

You finally had a holiday from your hectic schedule as a surgeon. Iris was off to school and after some pushing you had persuaded Bucky to go get groceries. You wondered what had happened to Bucky. Something had changed after he got that arm, rather everything had changed. He wasn’t lively anymore, he got irritated at small things, stared off absently into space not responding to anything, he constantly looked behind his back, nor did he laugh at any of your jokes, you missed his laughter and that's what hurt you the most.  

Not to mention the horrid dead blank stare he gave you some days, intently looking at your every move like a predator, that thing scared the shit out of you. In the past two years not once you and Bucky had accepted Thor’s dinner invitations. You didn’t have many friends, you just had one, Thor. He was with you since your residency and you both worked together as trauma surgeons. Bucky and Thor had become quick friends too and the three of you went on many double dates. But that was a thing of the past. Now, whenever Thor invited you, Bucky simply came up with a stupid reason to not go. Bucky had become so closed off; he wasn’t the thoughtful and jolly Bucky you fell in love with.

Now that you finally had the house to yourself, you had decided to go on a cleaning spree. Currently you were in your bathroom; busy cleaning with your mop, when you accidentally slipped on some spilt soap water and ended up falling right beside the bathtub, your mop flew up and hit the ceiling tiles, thus displacing them. Suddenly a small diary fell right on your head. Placing your right hand on the ledge of the bath tub, you waited for everything to settle down and cursed loudly. “Fuck you, you goddamning son of a bitch! Everything had to fall on my head! Pathetic!”.  

You saw that you mop as now dangling on the bath tub and that stupid diary which had apparently fallen from heaven knows where was laying right beside you. As you looked up, you noticed the displaced tiles and realized that’s where this must have fallen from. As you picked up the diary you noticed there wasn't any dust on it, so there wasn't a chance that the previous owners might have left something in the false ceiling above. And it definitely wasn’t you, Iris was too small to keep something there; that only left Bucky. But why did he never mention this diary before. What exactly was he hiding?

As you opened the diary, you realized that you couldn’t understand a single word written. It felt as it was written in some highly complex code language. You were sure it wasn’t any language spoken everyday by sane humans. As you flipped through the pages you realized that every page was written in the same format. At the top was presumably some names written in the code and the rest was probably the information of that person.  

You wondered how did Bucky know this language? And why didn’t he ever tell you about anything, heck, he didn’t even mention it. And whose names had he written like it was the most confidential file? You got up and quickly closed the lid on the toilet and climbed up on it. You stuck your hand inside the hollow ceiling above to check if he was hiding something more.  

Your hand caught something and you pulled it out, only to realize it was a laptop. You wondered why he needed a second laptop when he already had one for work purposes in the home office. You took the laptop and the diary and sat down in the bathroom itself, so that if you when you would hear Bucky come you would simply put everything back up in the ceiling. You opened the laptop and saw it was password protected. You decided you would have two tries at unlocking the laptop and if you didn’t crack it, you would simply confront him.  

You first tried out typing Iris's name and her date of birth. But it was denied access. You thought for a minute more and entered your own name and your birthdate. And access was granted to you. You didn’t know whether to be happy that he had kept your name as his password or angry that he had been lying to you about whatever this was. As the laptop opened, you saw various files in it. You tapped on one and it seemed to open on a person’s resume. No, it wasn’t a resume, it was that person’s entire life history. It was like those files the assassins carried in movies with all the information about their target. You wondered what Jason Bourne shit this was.

As you read his name and saw the photos attached with it, you felt as if you had seen this person before. As you scrolled further, it finally clicked. A year before this person, who held a high position in the United Nations, was all over the news due to his untimely death caused by a heart attack. You had absolutely no interest in worldly matters, you already had a million problems on your head so you hadn't paid much attention and had not given a flying fuck. But now suddenly sweat was covering your forehead. You were worried sick as to why Bucky had all this information stored in a secret computer.

As you scrolled further, you almost reached the end of the file and that’s when you saw the video. With shaky hands you opened it. It seemed to be the security footage of that man’s bedroom and its resolution was pretty shitty. For the first few minutes all you saw was the man sleeping peacefully but as the video continued, you noticed it. The window in his room was slowly lifted as a man entered. He seemed to be dressed in tactical gear, his face was covered by a mask, but he was given away by one tell-tale sign. His arm. The metal arm with a red star on it glinted in the moonlight and you knew it was Bucky.

You watched as Bucky quietly walked towards the sleeping man. As he stood near the bed, he produced something from his pocket and bent down. As you strained your eyes, you saw that it was an injection. Your eyes widened as you clapped your hand around your mouth. That man hadn't died due to a heart attack, at least not natural. He was murdered by Bucky!

You opened another file, then another, they all were the same. In the beginning it was the information about the person, then a report as to how they died and then a video. All of them were well known figures; and all of them had been assassinated by Bucky. In one of the videos, you saw him choking the life out of a man with his metal arm and your mind wandered to the many times you would playfully tell him to choke you with the metal arm while fucking you; your hand unconsciously went to your throat at the thought.  

Then you opened a file titled: The Winter Soldier. That was weird you thought, the other files were given numbers but not names. As you opened the file, you realized it was Bucky’s own. Apparently, his codename was The Winter Soldier. Everything about him was stated in that file systematically. His background, his education, his military career and the worst of all, there were your and Iris’s photos too. As you continued to read, you realized he wasn’t working in the military anymore. Four years before, the people who had called him were from an organization named Hydra. The name and symbol itself sent chills down your spine. God, was Bucky so stupid, the octopus symbol itself screamed that Hydra was up to no good.

In the beginning, you couldn’t believe Bucky had gotten such a fancy and technological advanced arm. Looking at it you wondered how much it cost, the material and the functions would make it no less than a few million dollars. Now why would the government spend so much money on a sergeant, not that Bucky didn’t deserve it but you were curious.  

It felt as if he was hiding something from you. But you didn’t as ask as you knew he’d come around and tell you soon anyway. He needed time and you had plenty to give. But he never did. You had asked so many times whether the star was a tattoo of some sort and he had always deflected your questions. But now after reading this, you knew what all this was for. The arm, the pay raise, the irregular schedule, it was all Hydra. And Bucky was a professional assassin, and that too a deadly one.

Your eyes watered and bile rose to your throat as you saw a list, it was all the people he had killed, and the list was pretty big. You quickly placed the laptop besides you and began to puke your guts out in the toilet. In all the panic you failed to notice that a person was holding back your hair and soothingly rubbing your back.  

[1990jeevas]

Plesse tell me about queerness in the get down!!

okay okay queerness in the get down let's fuckn goooo

disclaimer: I havent watched this show in full for like 5 months at least, probably gonna get something wrong and/or forget some more important bits. also this wasnt proof read I just word vomited

tws: period typical homophobia, abuse mention, f slur use, bury your gays trope, overdose mention, mention of a creepy possible age gap (the age gap hasnt been confirmed so that's why its possible), cops

going from least to most prominent queer characters, let's start with mylene cruz!

so, from the beginning of this show she has an established romantic relationship with ezekiel (although the status of their actual relationship changes frequently throughout the show) and though this was a relationship she was hesitant to pursue, it is clear that she does have romantic feelings for him and if not for them both having growing careers in very different music genres (zeke specifically working in a genre that she repeatedly labels as bad because she thinks they're ruining records + that it isnt real music because they're using someone elses piece and rapping over it, that's not really important here tho lol) they probably wouldve had a much healthier, smooth sailing romance. that being said theres a few things that happen in the show that, while not explicitly clear, or even really good coding at that—to the point where you wont catch if you really arent looking for it (and trust me, I always look for coding, hers was just so little that it flew over my head until I saw someone else mention it)—are still cool to think about!

so, for starters, I wanna mention the toy box performance, which was performed by mylene and regina, who are best friends. that's all cool and shit, and you dont really think much about it...until you hear about the fact that the show runners purposely colored a lot of the scenes in that performance with the bi colors. like. the writers after the show ended basically said "oh yeah there was plans to make her coding more explicit, but our shit got cancelled soooo" and then dropped the fact that she was gonna be bi (or at least implies bi) in the series, which puts a new twist on a few things.

now, besides the bi coloring in the background of the toy box performance (which was mostly on scenes with her and regina, which involved a lot of uh,, lowkey lewd dancing. with each other. in very revealing outfits. wooooo), there's her music! I dont tend to read too much into this one bc, like I said before, her coding is fucking light and the writers themselves said they didnt really get to do much with it, but I think some stuff with her music is interesting. specifically how her, yolanda and regina's song set me free blew up because dizzee, resident (lowkey enby coded) bicon, got their song played in a queer club. also that the song was majorly important to dizzee and started playing literally right as he kissed a boy for the first time and realized "oh shit I like boys that's bonkers". also that the song can be taken in a gay way since literally the entire thing is about becoming your true self, fully and unapologetically, which is what both dizzee and mylene's entire character arcs are about. dizzee (and a lot of other queer people, apparently), heard this song about being set free and it resonated with them so much that they got that shit most of its popularity.

speaking of dizzee and mylene, they parallel each other a lot in the way that their arcs are about them realizing who they are, coming into themselves and no longer just letting people treat them like shit in a sense (dizzee starting to tell people essentially that they can call him weird all they want, they can make fun of how he acts, what he likes, how he dresses, etc. but he likes how he is and quite literally saying "it's okay to be an alien" as he has consistently compared himself to one throughout the show vs mylene learning that if she wants to be a disco singer she needs to put her foot down, not let anyone, not even the love of her life, not even her abusive father, stop her from achieving her dreams, etc. and continuing to pursue her career with or without their support). one more little parallel that I think is interesting is during I think s2 towards the end of the show is when dizzee and thor are shown together having fun with each other, painting all over the building and each other and are basically just being happy and in love together and then they have these clips of them being interspersed with clips of mylene at a party where she is starting to realize that if she wants to get anywhere she needs to be her own main priority and that she needs to put her career and her dream, which is what makes her the happiest, above all else if she wants to succeed. idk I just think how the show made these two into a weird parallel, accidental or not, is neat. maybe not an explicitly queer parallel, but I think at least how her music and whatnot helped dizzee, the main queer character in this show, blossom, is important.

moving on we got shaolin fantastic also known as "oh no your internalized homophobia is showing-"

so, heres a quick list of...interesting shao facts:

Consistently referred to as fag/faggot (shaolin fanfaggot is my personal favorite); he gets really defensive about this despite nobody actually thinking he's queer, it's just people being assholes to be assholes, and he is the only character consistently referred to using a slur, especially a homophobic one, especially for a "straight" character. dizzee, a canonically queer character, is called a fag less than shaolin is even though dizzee actively goes to gay clubs, has a not so secret dude he "hangs out with" and wont let anyone properly meet, paints his nails, wears less than straight clothes even by the 70s standards and is just all around the definition of fucking queer (and I mean like in the weird way, not the gay way). in fact theres only like once I can remember him being called a fag and it had nothing to do with him actually being gay it was literally just like thrown out there the same way you would call someone a bitch.

Has only shown sexual interest in women, yet refuses to have deeper relationships with women in general (possibly because of trauma but who knows) but takes his relationships with his "brothers", specifically zeke, very seriously

Tells zeke and zeke ONLY his real name when zeke was planning to stop being his friend bc shao more or less got boo boo, a like 14 year old black kid, arrested for selling hard drugs; he was clearly scared and trying to do anything to keep zeke around, literally chasing him down the street and hounding him until he got zeke to stop and argue with him

Kept threatening to beat up zeke in the end but couldn't actually bring himself to do so, instead saying that zeke is "fucking lucky" before walking away

Let's zeke get away with things that nobody else can, in general just has a weird soft spot for ezekiel that he shows with nobody else

when shao found dizzee with thor in a vaguely compromising situation (like they were just shirtless covered in paint sleeping next to each other but shao had also seen everything they painted on the walls ((which some of it was sus)), it was clear they had painted on each others bodies and dizzee had been routinely disappearing with this guy for weeks now yet not producing nearly as much art, at least, as far as we audience members know) he didnt judge him but instead, waited for him to get cleaned up and then told him something along the lines of "theres a reason why im so secretive blah blah blah [not everyone needs to know everything about me]", which, in context, kinda implies that he might be a lil. a lil homiesexual. jus a lil.

whenever even the possibility of zeke leaving him comes up he absolutely loses it. he has literally cost ezekiel life changing opportunities because he thought zeke would just up and leave him for them. this could be abandonment issues bc he's a severely traumatized character, and that probably does contribute to it, but it also is just not a reaction he has to any of their other friends just randomly dipping in and out of his life soooooo

generally speaking, this mfer has got either bisexual with a big hard on for zeke coding or homosexual with terrible internalized homophobia and still a hard on for zeke coding. either fucking way, that nigga gay. he gay as hell. gay as fuck man. there wasn't really much to analyze here tbh bc the coding is just so fucking obvious if you look for it or you are/have been a gay person who's dealt with at least a little bit of internalized homophobia.

also, just a sidenote, idk how fucking old shao, but I'm praying hes like at max 19 bc I'm pretty sure zeke is a minor in this show and shao definetly is not so the whole him being heavily implied to have a crush on ezekiel thing is kinda. oof. not oof if zeke is like 17 but any younger than that? OOF.

edit: apparently the characters are only supposed to be a year apart in age but i had no clue about that before writing this post and since shaos age was never actually stated in the show i naturally assumed he was an adult since his actor Looks Like An Adult. this is definetly on me to a certain extent, but i also never saw anything about this when trying to find our their ages so 🤷‍♀️ maybe i just didnt look deep enough, sorry!

now moving on to the main event...marcus dizzee kipling :]

so, first things first, let's talk enby coding bc him being bisexual was already confirmed!

um, to start off, I just wanna say I dont think this enby coding was intentional or even really coding, it's just moreso me being a dizzee kin on main and knowing as a transmasc enby he has very transmasc enby vibes. for example:

cool, gender neutral nickname that everyone calls him

paints nails various different colors

the whole wardrobe is just a transmasc enby heaven...fishnet shirts, jean overalls, jackets and cuffed pants galore, the big colorful pins, etc

gender neutral hairstyle (when I had my fro it was very sexy and made it easy to transition between hyper masc and vaguely fem, which is pog)

comparing himself to/representing himself consistently with an alien character (though this is meant to represent his sexuality, it could also double as a gender thing too, not neccesarily bc of the whole nonbinary alien trope but bc an enby who likes aliens might heavily identify or compare themselves to whatever their idea of an alien is, whether that just be a genderless entity or a motherfucker with fly style and no need to be perceived as anything other Wacky As Hell)

moving on from there, let's talk about how his queerness is presented to us and how, while it may be a really good piece of representation, especially coming from netflix, it still lacks in A Lot of places.

so, let's start with good things!

i personally really like the get down's queer rep with dizzee bc it's (for the most part) nonsexualized and very very soft, about dizzee figuring himself out and realizing there is a place where he fits in, and about two teenagers in the 70s falling in love over their shared passion for street art. it also features an interracial couple where both boys challenge stereotypes both about queer men and men of color, which is epic poggers and very sexy. this piece of rep specifically is very important to me bc I am a queer black person and even tho interracial relationships are mostly normalized now, I've still had people give me shit for primarily dating white people in a town that is...primarily white lol

mm anyways, I can also appreciate how in the get down, dizzee being represented by rumi the alien is not a thing specifically related to gender (as it often is) and instead is about his sexuality and just in general weirdness and how it has led to him being alienated amongst his peers, poc or otherwise. him seeing himself as an alien is not about just his queerness, which is important, it is about him being a queer black man who talks different, acts different, dresses different and is "soft"—he isnt a walking black male stereotype and he wouldnt have been seen as masculine back in the 70s by any stretch of the imagination. this can be relatable to a wide spectrum of queer poc, from queer black men currently who still have to deal with this shit or to people like myself who are afab neurodivergent mixed race enbies that have always been signaled out as weird and alienated for it. dizzee is god rep bc while he has a small part in this show, his parts are very impactful, hard hitting and show queer poc of all ages that they arent alone and that it's okay to "weird", you just need to embrace it because somebody will love you for you, as thor did for dizzee.

that being said theres um. some minor problemas here,,,

namely:

dizzee and thors first kiss

the lack of development this pairing got

the way dizzee was confirmed bisexual off screen, he never said the words himself, just showed interest in both genders

the way dizzee and thor were never even confirmed boyfriends or just fwb so most of the fandom just calls them boyfriends bc Why Not

dizzee was implied fucking DEAD??? AT THE END OF THE SERIES?????? AND THOR WAS IMPLIED ARRESTED?????????????

now, these might have been things that wouldve been fine had the show been given it's full run but it wasnt which is why we are now left with probelms.

so, from the top, let's go over these: dizzee and thor's first (and only "on screen") kiss was one that was shown in a montage of other queer people making over and doing other vaguely romantic/sexual things, one of those things being a whole ass naked titty being mouthed at, but the actual kiss...was just not shown? like they really did just say "yes they kissed <3 you know this from the context clues of it being in a montage with kissing, hickey giving and titty sucking <3 but no we will not show it <3" LIKE HELLO? I SAW A NAKED BOOBIE BUT NOT TWO MEN KISS??? HUH????????

also, dizzee and thor were both fucking high as hell during this bit like this isnt a terrible thing but it's also like sometimes you do shit when you're high that you wouldnt do sober and they just never kissed again on screen so like?? like idk that's not that bad but it does kinda irk me since they deadass got no other on screen intimacy after that unless you including painting on eacher other or sleeping next to each other on a shitty mattress but not touching at all during it bc they were both at opposite ends of the mattress like half way off it

so yeah, that was trash. then we got lack of development, which kinda goes with the "dizzee being a bisexual but he never says it in canon" thing cause like...okay dizzee was already sort of a side character from the get go like he wasnt the mc by any means, but he became way more of a background character as things continued until we basically only saw him for performances or when he was with thor, yet they got no fucking development as a pairing other than "dizzee realize he gay, he like thor, he and thor spend time together and ig probably do some gay stuff but we dont really know bc we only ever see them do graffiti together now" like?? tf am I supposed to do with that shit. answer. quickly. and then theres dizzee not being confirmed bisexual, which is just a running problem with shows literally doing everything to say a character is bi except for having the character just...say they're bi? which would be so easy? like a good way dizzee and thor couldve had some development is by thor teaching dizzee things about the queer community that he didnt even know existed, thor couldve helped him understand what being bi meant and helped him label himself and whatnot but instead we got an off screen confirmation that the writers had bisexual in mind when writing him. which is garbagé.

the whole thor and dizzee never having a confirmed relationship status is also a development problem cause like literally nobody knows if they were just friends who made out, maybe fucked, who knows, or if they were dating bc dizzee does give a love confession but a love confession doesn't mean there is a relationship, especially since thor didn't say he was in love either (as far as I remember, I could be wrong, plus whether or not that really happened or was apart of dizzee literally overdosing during a performance is unclear so 🤪)

and now for the biggest issue...bury your gays trope.

during the season 2 finale, dizzee and thor are chased by cops after they are found doing graffiti, one of the cops is able to catch thor while the other chases dizzee into a train tunnel and there is a train seen headed straight for him before the show cuts to black on a train horn. the show writers claim that if they had gotten another season, dizzee wouldve been alive but since they didnt and since that's essentially super fan trivia knowledge, most people dont fucking know that and instead had to watch a black queer teenager chose death over being fucking arrested by a white cop. on top of that, thor didnt see any of that shit because he was caught and the cop started hauling him off while dizzee was still being chased so thor literally has no clue where his friend/possible boyfriend fucking is or that he's likely dead in a goddamn tunnel all alone, unless you count the fucking pig that chased him in there who wouldve died too. this shows rep was so fucking good as far as most shows go on not having major fucking problems, on not being toxic and over sexualized, etc, etc. and then they just. killed a black queer teenager for no fucking reason. like it was literally the last episode ever, it would add nothing to the plot, it would just devastate fans and devastate it fucking did. I dont cry easy but seeing a character I identified with, who I had hyperfixated on, die because he'd rather that than be arrested is terrible. it fucking sucked.

so yeah. that's my all too extensive thoughts/analysis on the get down's queerness. theres definitely stuff I missed, or misinterpreted, or looked too much into, etc, etc., but this was a fun thing to spend time writing sooo yeah!! thanks for the ask anon, sorry this was just a big rambley info dump, but hopefully you get some enjoyment out of it since it took like 3 hours at least 😭😭 feel free to ask clarifying questions lol

[roguerogerss]

Hi babe! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am! Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader has secret telekinesis abilities (or whatever Wanda can do lmao) and is forced to use them on a mission. Bucky is just in shock bc his secret crush is a even more of a badass, so when he compliments her powers, she gets flustered and disagrees bc they’re dangerous, so Bucky helps her see the beauty in them? Tysm ❤️❤️

His Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

W/C: 3.9k (eek sorry!)

Warnings: Language (??), that's literally it.

(A/N: This one got away from me a little and I wrote wayyy more than anticipated. I hope u like it though? Idk. I had so much fun with this request, thank u sm bb! Praying that someone reads this, even though it's a whole ass novel.)

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"Bucky, where are you? We have a minute and eight seconds until this place blows."

Y/N was worried, and, upon hearing her frantic voice in his intercoms, Bucky was too. He was aware that he didn't have long until the bomb detonated, but unaware of just how short that amount of time was. He was caught up in a fight, one that was frustrating in the way that he couldn't shake this guy. "Yeah, be there in five?"

He was being sarcastic, he must've been being sarcastic, Y/N shook her head and pressed her fingers to her temples, agitated. "Five what? Five seconds? Minutes? Bucky, I have to ask, are you insane?"

She seemed angry - no, she was most definitely angry - and Bucky silently cursed himself and allowed the Hydra agent to get a hit in, he thought he probably deserved it. "Look, I'll get out. Is there anything you guys can do to buy me some more time?"

Tony had chimed in by this point, telling Bucky that he was 'fucking crazy', ranting and raving to the heavens above about how the entire motive had been messed up and they might as well have stayed home. Y/N knew that she could help him, but that would mean using them - she didn't like to call them by the name that most would use - and she wasn't sure if it was really worth the risk. Bucky would get out, right? He'd work something out.

But time was ticking on, fifty-nine seconds now, and she was unsure of just how right that assumption was. She wasn't even entirely sure that she still had her powers, since she'd avoided using them or telling anyone that they existed since she'd escaped from the grasp of Hydra. Even as she doubted her abilities, she found herself rising from her seat behind the control panels of the Quinjet, next to Steve, and sprinting to the exit to the aircraft.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Steve asked, getting up and following her. The rest of the team were staring now, Natasha and Tony also standing from their places and looking expectantly in Y/N's direction.

"I have something that'll help. Something that you guys don't know about." She said sheepishly, slamming her palm down on the button that opened the exit hatch. "Don't worry, I've got this."

Even though she was promising her friends that everything would be okay, they seemingly didn't believe her, as all five of the other Avengers on the ship - Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam and Thor - followed her out onto the streets of Bucharest, where the public was in awe at the huge, futuristic ship that was sat in the middle of a narrow, cobbled street. Natasha had told them to go home, she'd made the best effort she could to make sure that everyone was safe. However, no one had listened, and so she desperately ushered them away from the place that she knew would soon be rubble, while Y/N ran in search for Bucky.

They had what they'd came for, but that didn't mean that there were no Hydra agents willing to get into altercations with the team. Thor and Steve were frantically fighting off a pack of them, while Tony and Sam helped Y/N, hopefully getting a better view of the streets and where Bucky might be. "Hey, Y/N, I got him. Turn right, next street over. You'll see him." Sam spoke into the intercoms. Y/N thanked him, hurrying off in search of the super-soldier to whom she'd taken more than a liking to over the few months that he'd been fighting with them.

"Buck, I'm on my way, you better be ready to get the fuck out of here." Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he wondered why Y/N, of all people, was the one who was coming to save him. He had to admit, he was more embarrassed than anything else, needing the help of the one girl who he'd felt anything for in seventy years. But he tried to brush it off, mostly because he had to focus on not letting a Hydra agent rip his arm off, and answered her.

"What are you gonna do? If I can't fight him off, no offence, but what makes you think you'll be able to?" Bucky sounded breathless, and she could hear the obvious sounds of strain and struggle as he continued to tussle with the agent. Y/N took a deep breath and turned the corner, close enough to hear the ominous beeping of the explosive device that a Hydra agent had planted there in hopes of causing harm to one of the Avengers.

"You know what, maybe don't question it. I have my own doubts, but it certainly doesn't help that you have them too."

The agent, who was currently deep in a brawl with Bucky, noticed Y/N, but all that she was able to think about was the amount of time that was left on the clock. She asked FRIDAY, and a rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through her when she realised that they weren't going to get out in time.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

Y/N drew her gun and shot the Hydra agent, not missing as usual, and Bucky snorted. "Couldn't have done that earlier?"

Four, three, two,

She knew that this was it. It was either expose the world to her powers, probably be deemed as a weapon and certainly become even more wanted by Hydra, or die, and let her friends die too. She took a deep breath and felt the horribly familiar surge of - what was it, electricity? She wasn't actually sure - coursing through her body, and watched as Bucky ogled at the purple wisps of magic that extended from her hands and the way that her irises seemed to ignite.

One.

Bucky ducked and shielded his face, but looked up again when he didn't hear, nor feel anything that would signal an explosion had happened. Y/N had it under control, holding the bomb together with just her fingertips. She'd thought that it wouldn't happen, that her abilities would've simply subsided into nothingness due to being unused for so long, but she was wrong. She'd done it, and there was no going back now.

And then? The small explosion turned huge, and lurched forwards, setting a civilian apartment building completely alight. Y/N stood, watching, mouth wide open and quite unable to understand the circumstances of what the hell just happened. Bucky was at her side, a hand on her shoulder as he, too, watched the destruction take place. The rest of the team had rushed straight there, each one of them with hands over agape mouths while Steve called for Fire and Rescue and Tony wondered aloud, 'What the fuck is going on?'

Y/N found herself on her knees. She could see and hear Bucky in front of her, worry in his eyes as a few tears dripped from her chin onto her chest, but she didn't have it in her to decipher what his words meant, they all just sounded muffled and like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand.

She didn't know what she'd done, how bad it was, but she could hear the screams of the residents of the building, she could feel them vibrating through her body and ringing in her ears, and that was enough to convince her that her enhancements truly were the worst thing about her, that she really was the weapon that Hydra had deliberately mutated her to be.

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It had been hours. How many, Y/N was unsure, but a considerable amount of time had passed since they'd gotten home. The flight back from Bucharest had consisted of Y/N locking herself in a cabin, and the rest of the people on the Quinjet taking it in turns to try to speak to her, to try to understand.

No one, apart from Bucky, (who only had a vague idea), knew what had happened. There wasn't a single person on the jet who could fully understand it, Y/N included.

She was now sat on a sofa in the lounge, chewing off parts of her nails while everyone murmured and tiptoed around her. Tony was speaking quickly on the phone and glancing at her every couple of seconds, Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the room.

Y/N wondered for a minute what would happen. Would she be arrested? Would something like the accords happen again? Was she about to become the cause of another civil war? Would Tony disown her? Send her back to Hydra? She didn't know. She didn't think she wanted to know.

Wanda and Natasha had come to comfort Y/N at first, sat with her and braided her hair like they did often, and it was nice to think that Wanda knew exactly what she was going through.

However, she'd told them that she wanted to be alone, and they'd dispersed and were sitting quietly in two separate armchairs, watching a movie with Sam. The truth was, she didn't really want to be alone. She wanted Bucky. She didn't quite know why, but she'd always felt calm around him, which was one of the reasons why she'd taken such a shine to him, and she made it very clear to herself that she was at least a little bit in love with Bucky, in a way that was less platonic and more romantic.

She couldn't lie and say that she was happy with the way that he'd handled things, though. As soon as the jet landed, he mumbled something about taking a shower and hurried off to his room, like he couldn't stand to be around her for any longer, like he was afraid of her.

And, honestly? She wouldn't be surprised if he was.

The truth, of course, wasn't that Bucky didn't want to see her, it wasn't that he was afraid of her, it was that she was evidently upset. It was tearing him apart to have to see her like that. He felt like he was obligated to be alone to think about what had happened, because he knew that - realistically - it was his fault that she'd had to use her powers. He'd been caught up in a fight, the bomb that had been planted was seconds away from detonating, she had to do something. Of course, he had no idea that something was going to be exposing hidden telekinetic abilities to the world, but close enough, right?

"I just got off the phone with a higher up." Tony stood in the middle of the lounge, everyone looking at him as he began his speech. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just, maybe don't turn on the news for a couple days, Y/N doesn't need to see that."

"Don't act like I'm a kid, please." Y/N spoke up, making it clear that she was annoyed by the fact that everyone was seemingly ignoring that it was her who had done this. "I did this, Tony. I want to know how much damage I caused."

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, shaking his head at her. "No, this is not the time to get all Steve-y on me, okay? You don't need to see it, you don't need to know, so you're not going to. Is that clear to you?"

"Mistakes happen, Y/N. It's not your fault." Steve said from where he was standing, next to the breakfast bar. "What matters is that you tell us what actually happened at some point."

"So, what I'm going to take from that, is that it's bad." She turned from Steve, back to Tony. "I'm not weak, I can deal with what I did, Tony."

Tony snapped, the stress of the situation and the argument from his daughter-figure becoming too much for him to handle, "Goddamn it, Y/N, you really wanna know what you did? Let's see, first of all, you used whatever powers you have, something that you clearly knew about but warned no one of. Second of all, you essentially bombed an apartment building in a poor part of Romania, you literally took from the poor. And now what? Fifty-five people are dead, kids have been left without parents, and that's on my back. Plus, you're being publicly deemed as a weapon until they figure out what's really going on there. So, do tell us, what is really going on there?"

"Tony. Stop." Wanda said, but Y/N was already halfway out of the room, with Tony realising that he probably shouldn't have said what he did and following after her.

"Y/N, hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Tony called, but she wasn't listening. She got in the elevator and left Tony alone in the hallway without a word, tears threatening to spill from her eyes the whole time.

And then, finally, they did. When the doors of the elevator closed, when she could no longer hear Tony's voice, when she was alone, oh they did. She found herself on the floor, face cradled in her hands - the same hands that killed fifty-five people just hours before - and there were tears falling from her eyes, past her chin, soaking her black catsuit.

She felt empty, like her body was a shell and she was simply there, watching herself fall apart. It was a kind of guilt, one that ate at her from the inside and seared through every nerve, every part of her, until she could think of doing nothing but curling up and ceasing to exist. She wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run. Anything that would distract her from how she felt. She wanted to sleep for a week, maybe two, forget about everything and ignore her responsibilities until it hurt less. Most importantly, however, she wanted Bucky. She wanted now more than ever to be his girl. For him to lay with her and tangle his fingers in her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear until the bad things in the world simply melted away.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, but Y/N didn't get up, not until FRIDAY asked if she wanted to go to another floor. When she did, however, she found herself taking the wrong turn, to the left instead of to the right, and walking away from her room instead of towards it. Without thinking, she'd already opened the door to Bucky's room, where he was reclined lazily on his bed, a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else, focused on the ceiling.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she gave him a tiny little smile, but sighed when he noticed the remnants of her somewhat breakdown on her face. Bucky held his arms open, "Hey, c'mere."

She stepped into his embrace, tears finding their way onto her face again, and let him caress her back and play with her hair until the crying stopped. When Bucky held her, everything felt different, like she could put things into perspective and understand that maybe it wasn't all her fault. "Look, I know you think that this is the end of the world. I know it's scary, but Wanda learned how to use her powers for good. You can do the same." Bucky's attempt at comforting Y/N wasn't exactly superlative, but she knew that he was trying.

"I'm a weapon, Buck." She pulled away from him and sat on the end of the bed, wanting to cry and clawing at the sleeves of her suit in an essay to calm herself down. "That's how Tony worded it, anyway. I shouldn't have used them."

Bucky knew that his next question was stupid, that he probably shouldn't have asked it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was speaking before properly thinking over the consequences. "How did you get them?" He reached out for her hand and she let him hold it, getting a rush of exhilaration from the affectionate gesture.

Bucky wasn't usually one for showing how he felt, much less for saying it out loud or doing anything to communicate his feelings, and he wasn't quite sure why he had had a sudden change of heart and almost wanted her to know that he liked her, that, really, he would do anything for her. She didn't meet his eye as she began her explanation. "Well, before Tony found me, I worked for Hydra. Actually, less worked for them and more became their personal lab rat. They did a lot of experiments on me, tortured me, really, made me more destructive than any enemy organisation would know how to handle. And then, I escaped. And here I am, talking to you."

She gave him a sad little smile, one that he would swear had broken him. "I'm sorry." It was a lame excuse for comfort, really it was, but he racked his brain once, twice, and couldn't for the life of him find the right words to say.

"Don't be." Y/N shifted in her place, gaze on her hands which were clasped in her lap. It was quiet and Bucky wished that he knew what to say to her, that he could think of something that would make her feel less alone or soothe her in some way. A minute went by, two minutes, three minutes. The silence might've been comfortable between the pair, but it was certainly uncomfortable between Y/N and her own thoughts. "I should go." She said, standing from her place on the bed without looking in Bucky's direction once.

He knew that he had to say something, anything that would make her stay. The thought of her alone in her room was heartbreaking to him. He grabbed her wrist before she could take any more than a few steps towards the door and she looked down at him, lips slightly parted and one eyebrow raised in a silent question. "You're not a weapon. Sure, Stark said that, whatever, the guy's an asshole. But you're not a weapon, Y/N."

She gave a little humourless laugh, blowing a puff of air out of her nose. "The government apparently seem to think so."

Bucky smiled at her and said, "Fuck the government."

"Oh, so you're an anarchist now? Classy." Y/N sat back down and Bucky's heart felt like it was doing summersaults in his chest, all fluttery. She was smiling, he had made her smile, and it was genuine. As far as he was concerned, nothing else really mattered.

"You know what I mean."

"I don't, actually."

Bucky sighed and cocked an eyebrow at her, eliciting a laugh from her lips. "You're really going to make me explain myself, huh?" He joked. "Look, You're not a weapon to me. I think you're a badass, actually." She snorted.

"Bucky, I killed a lot of people."

"So have I." Bucky's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he placed a tender hand on her thigh. "You don't see me as the bad guy. You never have, actually. What I'm trying to say, is that all of us have done bad things. Made mistakes, lost control, that doesn't make us bad people."

"I feel like a bad person." Y/N had her eyes trained on Bucky's face, bottom lip held tightly between her teeth as she tried to avoid letting herself word-vomit about everything that she was feeling at that moment. His hand squeezed her thigh gently, and she let out an embarrassing and involuntary gasp that made her cheeks turn bright red.

"Don't. Y/N, I know it's cheesy as hell, but you did it to save my life, right?" Y/N nodded slowly, "So how does that make you a bad person?"

"You're grasping at strings, here."

“What can I say that'll make you feel better?"

Y/N knew what she wanted to hear, that he liked her as more than a friend, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him, that her fantasies weren't just fantasies, that he really did love her. But she couldn't say that. God, of course she couldn't say that. So, instead, she simply shrugged.

Bucky knew what he wanted to say to her, that he liked her as more than a friend, wanted her to be with him, of course he loved her. He couldn't drop all of that on her when all she'd given was a shrug, right? Wrong, apparently, because the words spilled from his mouth anyways, like he couldn't control himself.

And really, he couldn't. But he figured that she already knew that.

“I love you." He spluttered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Okay? God, I love you. And what you did today? Made me love you even more. I know you probably don't want to hear this, you don't want me to ruin our friendship, and I get it, I do. But, right now, all I wanna do is protect you, and let you know that you're really not the monster that you think you are."

She stayed silent. What could she say? Her head was swimming with ideas, but none of them really seemed fit. She thought that, if this day ever came, if somehow it came down to confessing her feelings for him, she'd know exactly what to say.

She really couldn't have been more wrong.

So, instead of speaking, she found herself simply staring at Bucky, into his eyes. Had he moved closer? Had she? Either way, their noses were soon bumping together and he was searching her face for any sign of disapproval, one that wasn't there, and so he kissed her.

She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she couldn't quite figure out where her body ended and Bucky's began, and she didn't think she really wanted to. Lips on lips, his hand on her waist and hers roaming his hair, it felt like heaven.

She was on a high, he was too, and the comedown was breathless and just as euphoric as the real thing. "I love you too." Y/N said.

Bucky couldn't help the plainly stupid, goofy grin that had spread across his face. Did he look like an idiot? Unequivocally. Did he care? Maybe, but that wasn't the point.

"I should get back to my room." Y/N said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks for...uh, the talk."

Bucky laughed and let her get up, walk to the door and open it while he watched in a daze, and then he stopped her. "Let me walk you."

"I can handle myself."

"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm not entirely sure that you should."

Really, she was already his girl. She always had been.

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Small Time Witch (27)

A S G A R D

When you were a small child you attended a Christian nursery school until you were old enough to start kindergarten. One of your very earliest memories was how your teacher described heaven. She called it paradise where the weather was always warm and there were so many trees and mountains and sprawling landscapes. “In the middle,” she would say “is the Lord’s palace. It is so bright and shiny that you will almost be blinded by its majesty.” Perhaps the teacher had been a former resident of Asgard.

You stood at the foot of the Bifrost bridge where Heimdall greeted you. In the distance was the palace glistening like a jewel amongst the stone statues and mountains. The water beneath the bridge looked like it was made of glass it was so still and blue. If you didn’t know better you would have believed you were walking into Oz.

Heimdall stood next to you staring into the horizon with his gold eyes glinting in the sun. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yeah” was all you could manage.

“Welcome to Asgard, Princess.” You were startled back into reality.

“I’m not a princess. Please call me Y/N.”

“Your marriage to the Prince is recognized by the throne. It would be improper of me to call you by your name. The Allfather is expecting you.” He directed you into the care of two palace guards who freaking bowed to you. They loaded you into a small craft that zipped you to the palace.

Thor was waiting for you at the door. He introduced himself extending his hand. You reminded him that you were family and you hug. “It’s weird, Thor, because in another life I know you. We’re very close and get into all sorts of trouble together. Usually alcohol is involved.”

He laughed and drew you into his Vice grip. “You remind me of my mother. That may serve you well today.”

“I hope so. The only Odin stories I ever hear are of him being super gruff. He was even a little mean to Jane. Who can be mean to Jane Foster? Sweetest person ever.”

“You know of my Jane?”

“Of course. We’re very good friends. When you’re in town you two usually stay with us. It’s nice.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that Jane passed away due to complications from cancer. Bruce thought the Aether likely mutated her cells and her body didn’t handle it well. Knowing that you were friends with Jane put a little smile on his face so you chose to keep it to yourself.

When you approached Odin you bowed. He peered down at you from his throne. He looked older than you thought he would. The guy was ancient. You supposed he shouldn’t look young. He looked more frail than anything.

He stood up and walked down the steps to be closer to you. “So this is the Midgardian witch who captured my son’s heart? You are very impressive, young lady. I’ve heard of your talents. Let’s leave this room and retire to my chambers. We’ll have more privacy.” He offered his arm which you took. Thor followed behind. “Please, sit. Now, what can I do for you?”

“Right down to business. Ok. Your highness, I am here to negotiate the terms of Loki’s sentence. The King and small council of Vanaheim have offered to keep Loki in the palace, with your consent of course. In exchange, they will keep me in the Temple of the Vanir to learn their ways. Also, my powers allow me to absorb the energy of the infinity stones. There is a Titan searching for the stones, sir. In my time, he destroyed Asgard and Xandar looking for them. If I can possess even two of them, I can stop him before he lays waist to the Nine.”

He did not say anything for several minutes. You were terrified. Finally, “The Vanir intend to weaponize you. Is that what I’m understanding?”

“I suppose that would imply that they have some sort of control over me. I will not be a weapon against another realm.”

“And if they use Loki as leverage, what choice would you have?”

You took a deep breath so you wouldn’t have a tone in your voice. “With all due respect, Allfather, they wouldn’t have the strength to fight me. I know how this sounds. It is dangerous and there is no guarantee I’ll succeed. I have to try.”

“Thor? What do you think? Another one of Loki’s tricks?”

You started to panic. Thor’s brow was knitted together. He was skeptical of the whole plan.

“Please. Don’t you have your own prophet? How can I prove to you that I’m not tricking you? What can I do?”

“Thor, call in Freyr. Let’s see if he can make sense of this.”

When Freyr saw you his face lit up. “Princess! How lovely to see you again. May I have a moment alone with the girl?”

The two men left the room. “You remember meeting me?” Your voice was trembling.

“Of course! Are you still so naive to think time is linear? This, my dear, is your destiny. The Norns give you the illusion of free will when really all of this was predetermined. You are here because you are meant to fight this war.”

“And Loki?”

He patted you on the head, “He’ll come around.”

When Odin and Thor came back in Freyr did most of the talking. Odin agreed to come with you to Vanaheim to meet with the king and investigate this threat. That was all you could ask for.

He invited you to stay for a couple of days to get acquainted with your new home. It wasn’t a request that much you knew. Thor was happy to show you around. He brought you to your chambers which were near Frigga’s. He showed you her gardens and told you to feel free to explore. There were some sheers on a small table. You slipped them in your pocket so you could take some clippings. She had everything you could possibly need to preform a spell. Literally any spell you could think of.

Thor followed you listening to you speak about the flowers and herbs that grew wild there. The more you spoke the more he understood why Loki chose you. You were so like their mother but with a jagged edge. Poised and gentle but you would definitely cut a bitch without a second thought.

Once you sat down for lunch he worked up the courage to ask about his brother.

“Y/N, can you tell me why my brother did this? Why Midgard specifically?”

You put down your fork and looked him directly in the eyes, “I think you know the answer to that question. Because you loved Earth. Because Earth loved you. You found Jane. He was jealous and angry and took it out on you. But it took him years to admit that he was really so deeply hurt by Odin’s admission.”

“But why not fight me directly? The people on Midgard were innocent.” He was beginning to get angry. You had to remember this just happened so the wounds were still fresh.

“He did fight you directly in New Mexico. When he turned the Bifrost onto Jotunheim he effectively killed that part of himself. The part he thought monstrous. When he let go of Odin’s staff on the bridge, he thought he would either die or live on in exile somewhere. He was ready to leave it behind. But Thanos found him. First he seduced him with power and revenge then he tortured him into subjugation. For a whole year he tortured him. Then, during the attack, he was controlled by the mind stone and The Other could hear him. That’s why he didn’t relent when you said you would bring him home.”

Thor was quiet. You could see tears in his eyes. He had never thought of his brother as a monster. Even when the glory of Loki’s destruction rained down from the heavens, he still loved his brother. He thought back on how Loki looked when he saw him before Chitauri invaded. He looked sick and bruised. He was having trouble standing. The amount of force it would take to mark a god’s skin was beyond comprehension. And now, all he knew was that Loki was recovering on Vanaheim. He had no idea just how close to death Loki was.

When you returned to Vanaheim you went directly to the Temple of the Vanir. Thor went right to his brother. He was outwardly shocked by Loki’s appearance.

“Have you come to throw me in the dungeon?” Loki held Thor’s eyes to attempt to intimidate him. It wasn’t working. He winced as he tried to sit up straighter. Thor would not dare help him in fear of injuring his already fragile pride.

“No, brother. I’m here to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“Then perhaps you’ll listen.” Loki looked away from him but raised his hand to signal him to carry on.

“If your quarrel was with me why not just fight me?”

“I wanted to prove to father that I can do something. He conquered realms. Why can’t I? That’s what kings do! It is my birthright!”

“Loki, I fear you and father are more alike than either of you care to admit. A king’s job is to unite the realms not to simply rule.”

Loki looked away in shame. “I would have been a good king. Both loved and feared. I would have built an empire.”

“And we all would have watched helpless as it consumed and destroyed you. Forget all of that. You have been given a second chance, brother. A chance with this woman who shares your spirit. Do not squander it lying about feeling sorry for yourself.”

Loki quirked his brow. He thought you had taken your one way trip back home after the way he treated you. Surely you weren’t still carrying on with your plan. The thing was no matter where you were on Vanaheim, he could feel you. Now he can’t. “She hasn’t gone?”

“No. She’s in the temple preparing for the stone. I’m going there myself. Why don’t you join me?”

“Funny. I can’t feel her.”

Thor gave him a weak smile and patted him on the shoulder. “Mother gave her free reign in her garden. No telling what manner of spell she conjured. I’m sure it’s for your own protection.”

You were a clever little witch. He would never say it aloud but he loved how quick you were. If you succeeded with the stones you two would be the most powerful couple in the known universe. You could probably dethrone Odin together. No army would be powerful enough to stop you. He stuck those thoughts into the back of his mind. You were uninterested in power in the way that Loki was. He could not understand your altruistic nature. All of this risk and for what? For people who didn’t know you existed. Though, if you didn’t care for others, he supposed you would have moved on by now and never given him a second chance. Perhaps now was the time to put such irrational things aside and support you.

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The Vanir worked quickly to construct a room strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast. You would have to crush the stone to release its full power. The only weapon strong enough for that was Mjölnir. If you were not worthy enough to wield it, Thor would have to be in the room with you. There was a real potential neither of you would make it out alive. First thing first, you had to lift the hammer.

The weight of Mjölnir would be of no concern if you were worthy. You stepped up to the handle and with effort you rocked it a little. Thor looked nervous. “You can do this, little sister.”

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and on three you lifted again with an unburdened mind and a clear heart. The hammer was in your hands.

Gasps filled the room. No one dared utter a word. You let Mjölnir dangle from your wrist and made your way to Loki. “Lok, listen, if I don’t make it...”

“Shush, mortal. You will.”

You put your hand over his mouth, “If I don’t make it, please know that for one brief blissful moment, you were happy. We were happy. I love you.” He gripped your hand and opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. “Don’t say it if it’s not true. Please.”

“Y/N, you will make it. I have faith in you.” You stared into each other’s eyes searchingly.

“You want to kiss me right now don’t you?”

He chuckled, “Desperately.”

You planted the softest most barely there kiss on his lips. He pulled you in to deepen the kiss. The tip of his tongue pressed against yours for just a second and then he released you. You pressed a knotted clipping of Yggdrasil into his palm and hung a tiny gold screw driver around his neck. When you walked away a gold bracelet adorned with emeralds dangled around your wrist. Around your left ring finger was a twin piece of knotted Yggdrasil. The screwdriver was warm to the touch and, if he listened closely, he swore he heard your heart beating.

You went into the room and slammed the metal shut and froze the lock. You held out your hand and forced the cube to crush with your magic. All that remained was the stone. This little blue stone that shined with the light of a million lightning strikes. It floated in the air. You circled it balancing Mjölnir on your shoulder. You plucked the blue candy button out of the air and placed it on the floor. As if it knew it was about to be set free, it released a high pitched whine. You raised the hammer into the air and with all of the force you could summon, you struck it. The room flooded with blue light so bright you couldn’t look directly at it. It sucked in its energy and then exploded outward sending shards of the jewel into your skin. It pushed you around the room like a pinball pinging you off of any surface it could find. You felt like your flesh was separating off of your bones and you were turning to liquid. All at once it went dark and dropped you to the ground.

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Loki paced the floor muttering to himself. Everyone else held their breathing straining to hear any sound. An utterance to let them know you’re alive. That’s when they heard the explosion. Blue light radiated from every exposed crack and nail hole. They heard your body careening off the walls and, with an unsettling thud, the room fell silent.

Loki rushed to the door trying to pry it open. The lock was jammed. Thor tried too but it wouldn’t budge. Njord yelled over their banging that the door was at least five inches thick. You wouldn’t hear them. He tried the key but it broke in the lock. Freyr used his seiðr to crush the door. When it fell away from it’s hinges, you emerged. Your hair had gone completely white and your eyes looked cloudy. You blinked a few times and they went back to normal.

You handed Thor his hammer and patted him on the shoulder. “Sister, speak to us. Are you well?”

You smiled and nodded. You took Loki’s hand in yours. Electricity crackled off of your fingertips. You smiled and opened a black void behind you for which to escape. In the blink of an eye you were on Asgard then Midgard then back to the temple. He laughed and clapped his hands, “You are a clever little witch aren’t you?”

“Princess...” Njord looked worried. You were unaware of your physical changes. You may have been a mutant but you were still a mortal. The stone could have severely injured you. “Your highness, please. We need to get you upstairs.”

“Relax, Njord. I’m perfectly fine. I feel amazing.” You were talking a mile a minute.

He kept insisting and you grew impatient. The more impatient you were the more your hands glowed and your eyes changed. “Njord, let’s give the Prince and Princess some space. She’ll come upstairs shortly.” Frigga ushered everyone out so you and Loki could sit in peace.

You couldn’t sit. Your skin felt too tight for your body. You needed to expel some energy. “Y/N, what’s going on in your head?”

“A million things. I’m wondering if I should go to south London right now since I know where the aether is. I’m wondering if the rest of my powers are amplified. I feel like I’m plugged into a massive battery, Lok. Maybe I can heal you quicker than Njord. Can I try?!”

He laughed and pulled you down into the chair next to him, “You’re like an excited puppy. Let’s go outside before you piddle on the floor. We can test your powers there.”

He lead you to an open space where you could work without fear of hurting someone. Your powers were indeed amplified. Your electricity was more like lightning. You grew a sapling into a knotted mature tree. You split yourself up into many clones and made it rain over the two of you. All of that should have tired you out but it did not. The last thing was to heal Loki. That was sure to drain you as broken as he was. You placed your hands on his solar plexus and went to work. Every ache and pain subsided every cut knitted itself back together. He felt reborn. You were settled.

You went back to the palace for dinner to talk strategy with Odin and the king. Since you and Loki were the only ones who ever faced Thanos, it was crucial that you were involved. You came to the conclusion that you needed numbers. You would divide the realms and enlist help even from the Dark Elves and Jötuns. You and Thor would go to Earth to speak with SWORD who handled all extra dimensional doings. Everyone agreed that Loki shouldn’t travel to Midgard just yet. You insisted the Avengers not be involved but, your X-men friends would be delighted to assist. At this point, they were more powerful anyway.

When you retired for the evening, Loki walked you back to your room. “May I ask you something?” His eyes were fixed on the floor he tried his hardest to sound confident. You lifted his chin so he would look at you. “Why couldn’t I sense you when you arrived? Why can’t I feel you now?”

“I guess I just wanted you to feel your own feelings for a change. I thought I might be overwhelming you.”

“I thought...” he laced his fingers in with yours, “I thought you were angry with me.”

“Oh I was. You’ve never raised your voice to me. It hurt. I didn’t want you to know how much.”

He didn’t know how much he missed you in the short time you were gone. He missed you right now and you were standing right in front of him. He kissed you on the corner of your mouth, “I’m sorry to have raised my voice. I’m sorry I’m hurting you. I wish I could love you as you love me. I am trying, Pet.”

“Lok, you can’t fall in love with someone in such a short period. We have time.” You kissed him gently and slipped into your room.

He stayed outside of your chambers for a while with his head pressed against the door. Love was not something he gave freely. He wished things were different. He wished his future self never helped Thor. He wished he would know the happiness you spoke of. One day he would. For now he would keep on disappointing you.

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The next morning you woke up and surveyed the clothing you were gifted. Nothing screamed Midgard 2012 to you. You waved your hand over your body and came up with something more south London and less Stratford Upon Avon. Satisfied with your look you set out to Loki’s chambers.

You knocked but he didn’t answer. Once more and a giggling flustered chamber maid opened. She straitened up when she saw your face and readjusted her apron straps. “Princess!” she yelped. “Apologies. Prince Loki should be along shortly.”

“You know what? Tell him don’t bother.”

She called after you but you didn’t turn around. You kept your spine straight and let your head high. Your heels clacked loudly as you stomped through the halls with a walk that would make Naomi Campbell proud.

Thor was coming out of his room and smiled when he saw you, “Good morning, sister! You’re looking well.”

“Are you ready to go? I don’t think it’s wise for Loki to show his face on earth.”

Thor was pretty daft when it came to the whims of the fairer sex but your face was speaking loud and clear. You held his hand and landed in a warehouse in London. You searched high and low but struck out.

“What exactly are we looking for?”

“A void filled with a red mist.”

“And you are certain it’s here?”

“This is where Jane found it, yes.”

“Is this around the time she found it. Maybe it’s not here yet.”

“No, it’s here. I can feel it. I just have to ah! It’s here.”

He swung Mjölnir and the wall crumbled. You stuck your hand in and he grabbed you.

“Wait. Is this wise? I feel like one of the Vanir should be with you or at least Loki. If anything goes wrong I won’t know how to help you.”

“Your brother is more interested in his chamber maids than saving the universe. If anything goes wrong, call for Heimdall.”

“Did you catch him with someone else? It’s very common in royal marriages...”

The Aether called to you and effectively drowned him out. While he prattled on you put your arm through the wall and let it take you. It meshed with the space stone because they were meant to be together. Their energies lifted you up off the ground and light poured out your eyes mouth and fingers. You collapsed back down where Thor caught you. He shook you but you were unable to focus. You put your fingers to your mouth and pulled away with crimson soaked tips. Thor scooped you into his arms cursing you and then raised Mjölnir to call Heimdall. Just then you stopped him.

“No. No, I’m fine. Don’t call him.”

“But, sister.”

“No. Put me down.” He did as he was told and carefully set you on your feet. You smoothed your hair and fixed your clothes. With a flourish all of the blood vanished.

“Come on. Let’s go see Jane.”

“You are out of your mind. I have to get you back to Njord.”

“Nonsense. I have to see Dr. Selvig to fix what my darling husband broke. And you, brother, need to see Jane. You miss her. I want you to be happy. She needs to be happy. Just take her to lunch.”

He agreed but insisted you take more traditional transportation rather than using your powers. You found the nearest train station and took the tube to Jane’s office. This Jane was a lot less together than the Jane you knew. She was so stunned to see Thor at her door that she could barely speak.

You introduced yourself as Loki’s wife but assured her your marriage was less gothic romance and more Charles and Di. A reference that Thor didn’t understand but Jane did perfectly. She brought you to Dr. Selvig who was speaking nonsensically. He seemed to recognize you right away. Though you had not yet met he knew the energy that was inside you. You placed your hands on either side of his head and pulled the power of the space stone out of him. He was weak but thinking for himself.

You practically pushed the happy couple out of the door to have lunch on you. You conjured a credit card an an id for Thor. You said you had business to attend to.

Darcy offered to give you a ride which you happily accepted. Had her drop you in front of Claridge's, a very posh hotel in Hyde Park, where you intended to relax and partake in retail therapy. Magically their best room was available for the evening. You held your breath when they ran your card. You had no idea if it would work. Luckily it did. The porter showed you to your room. You asked for a bottle of single malt and a glass to be left in the seating area. You kicked off your shoes and started to unbutton your blouse when you heard a man clear his throat.

You had not immediately seen Mobius M. Mobius when you entered. Funny, neither did the porter. Electricity crackled in your fingers and, as you raised them to strike, he walked toward you. “Holster those weapons, Mrs. Laufeyson. Or is it Odinson? Either way. I’m not here to hurt you. Just to talk.”

“Do you drink scotch?”

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A/N: Requests from two anons and @cognativeresonance. More smut? More smut. And I think the gif is a spoiler.

Words: 2769 Warnings: ghost!Reader/succubus!Reader, smut

Peace was a treacherous word. At least it was for a spirit. You had been unwilling to accept death—and you had more or less come to terms with staying on Midgard and watching life pass you by when you would still be here once all life was gone.

But just because, according to mortal laws, you were dead, this did not mean you were not alive. Your physical manifestation resembled that of an angel, or a demon. You were not mortal—but you were not immortal either.

For decades, lower species had hunted you down for their sick and ruthless experiments and research, in an attempt to understand themselves, the universe, better. You had fled, times and times, until you found the perfect hiding place. Putting your trust in an Asgardian sorcerer who had done nothing but use you for his own wicked schemes. When you found out about his schemes, he punished you, bounding you to Midgard for all eternity. Now, you had taken refuge in an ancient castle with cold and moist stone walls that screamed history from every dark corner.

Every now and then, humans found this godforsaken and lonely place. Archaeologists, tourists and daring teenagers who had spread the rumours that the castle was haunted. Well, technically… they were not wrong. At least, that kept curious spectators away—most of the time.

Today, it was all different. You were almost grateful… for every now and then, life inside these ancient walls got rather tiring.

They called themselves the Avengers, on a secret mission to save the world. You rolled your eyes upon eavesdropping. This world was beyond saving. They needed a shelter for the night, somewhere safe to stay until dawn.

Still… they had not asked for your permission.

You recognised them; some of them anyway. There was Thor, God of Thunder and firstborn son of Odin Allfather. Ever since the destruction of his home planet, he had settled down on Earth, taking his mischievous brother Loki right with him. Loki. The God of Mischief. You licked your lower lips when you first lay your eyes upon him, unbeknownst to him.

He was tall, thin, yet well-trained and graceful with every movement he made. His hair raven black, his eyes piercing blue and those sharp cheekbones… you had heard about the horrors he had gone through over the last couple of years and you had taken quite the liking into him.

You followed him into one of the smaller chambers they had chosen to reside in for the night, secretly watching him, his body language and mimics. Good thing you were able to pass through walls. Your heart skipped a beat when he began taking off his heavy leather armour, revealing a plain green shirt seemingly made of silk. And when he took that off too, he revealed a pale but well-defined chest, making your mouth water.

You smirked. For Heaven’s sake, you had not had to lay with a man for decades. Unceremoniously, you knocked over the old vase on top of the drawer.

Loki turned on his heel, eyes darting around the room. He could not see you, of course.

“Who is there?” You chuckled. The sound echoed through the room, having him tense up. “Show yourself!” He demanded. Oh… so dominant. You would certainly enjoy having him in your bed.

And how you loved scaring intruders. Admiring his godly body once more with utter amusement, you only just missed the vigorous movement of his hand sending green shimmers of light through the room—until it was too late.

“My… what do we have here?” He purred darkly. His blue eyes locked with yours, knocking all air out of your lungs at once. You had certainly underestimated the God of Mischief. Your lips parted.

He could see you. He could actually see you. When was the last time a man… no, any other living being, had seen you with their own eyes? The thought both excited and scared you at the very same time.

“What a ravishing little ghost.”

Instantly, you frowned, insulted by the term he had used.

“I am a spirit. Not a ghost.”

Loki smirked. He enjoyed eliciting such reactions from you then. “Ah, pardon me. A spirit. So you are not… dead then.”

“No… not really,” You paused. “What spell did you cast? How are you able to see me?”

Loki was smart. A skilled sorcerer with centuries of experience. You should have known better than to provoke him. But then again… feeling his scrutinising blue gaze on you did things to you which you had not felt in so long it felt surreal. Perhaps this had been worth it.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, little spirit?” He was mocking you. He was actually mocking you. Angrily, you knocked over another vase without even laying a hand on it. It clattered to the hard ground, bursting into thousands of pieces and making him chuckle.

“Now since you had the audacity to haunt me like an ordinary ghost, why don’t you start by telling me exactly who you are?”

You snorted. He was the Norse God of Mischief. The more he knew about you, the more he would be able to manipulate and trick you. Besides, he was a stranger. This was personal.

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned on your heel in an attempt to pass through the wall, leaving him behind for good. The moment you collided with the hard and cold stone wall was the first time since your banishment you felt true pain.

What in the nine realms had he done to you?!

“No luck?”

You growled, rubbing your shoulder. Perhaps you should sleep with him and feast on his energy, if anything to wipe that cheeky smirk off his face.

“Who are you?” He asked again, more demanding and stricter this time. The sound of his velvety voice sent, unconsciously, pleasant shivers up and down your spine. You sighed. Somehow, he had bound you to this room. He could not mean to harm you but the threat lingering behind his words was clear.

“(Y/N)… my name is (Y/N).” Loki lifted his chin.

“Are you Midgardian?”

“What? Ew, no… I was born in Anaheim, almost five centuries ago.”

“Then how did you end up on Midgard? If you are not dead, your spirit must have been banished here.”

Hm. He knew what he was talking about then.

“I was, by an Asgardian sorcerer, almost two centuries ago.” The memory was painful. After all this time, the scar the day you had lost your body and became unable to leave this dirty planet, had still not healed.

“Which crime did you commit to deserve such severe punishment?” He probed.

Once again, you glared at him furiously. “Is this an interrogation? This is none of your business, Loki.”

“You know who I am then.” He stated bluntly. He took a step closer, threateningly. Gods, could it be? That you had offended him so gravely with your harmless spooking?

“Let me go.” You suddenly heard yourself whisper. Loki chuckled darkly. He was very well aware his sudden closeness was messing with your mind, sending waves of numbing heat through your body. The urge to grab him and throw him on the bed to ravish him grew with every passing second.

It had been severe punishment indeed. The sorcerer—Armal had been his name—was cruel. With your spirit detached from your physical form despite it never having left your body, you were unable to be seen or touched, your cravings left unsatisfied for all eternity.

Right now, however, in this very moment, your curse appeared like a true blessing. “You cannot touch me.” You hissed. “So stop threatening me.”

Loki raised his eyebrows. Only now did you realise that he was still shirtless.

“Can I not?” He reached out to grab your wrists and instead of passing right through you, his hands wrapped around them firmly. You flinched upon the sudden body contact, the fire that had been extinguished so many centuries ago igniting each and every one of your limbs within the fraction of a second.

“What… what did you do to me?”

“I am a sorcerer, my dear.”

“I…” You croaked out, unable to speak due to the growing desire overwhelming both your body and mind. “I haven’t touched… a… man… in… in decades.”

Loki frowned. He might have been a sorcerer. But when he leaned in even closer, his blue eyes wandering down to your lips, you realised that not even he was immune to your body.

“What are you?” He growled hoarsely.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Defeated by your own lust, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his, initiating even more body contact—even more intimate body contact.

Loki breathed in sharply, his hands letting go of your wrists to instead cup your face, taking control of the kiss. He was intoxicated—but so were you as he pulled you towards the bed, flipping you both around so he came to lie on top of you, straddling you and rendering you completely helpless.

He was strong. Much stronger than you, yet all you could think about in this very moment was Loki’s lips on your mouth, your chin, your neck… you gasped when he ripped your clothing off of your body, revealing your breasts to him. They bounced free upon the sudden movement, your nipples hardening both from the chilly temperatures around you and his greedy, hungry gaze on them.

You moaned when he took them into his mouth, one at a time to suckle on them teasingly, almost driving you crazy. Your back was arching, your body preparing to feed on his energy… would you be able to? It was true, you did not know what spell Loki had cast. Surely, he had not ended your banishment and surely, nobody but him was able to touch you right now. Instantly you wondered if he’d find a way to free you—you’d be forever grateful; and if you were just careful enough, you would not murder him during the act.

With but another flick of his wrist, the same green light returned, surrounding both your bodies this time. Only when he pried your legs apart to give himself access to your most intimate parts, you realised that you were both entirely naked.

The direct skin on skin contact made you swoon, your palms sweating with unspent energy, every fibre of your being longing to feast on him.

You were soaking wet when he forced himself between your legs, his hardened length leaking precum as he teased your clit with the tip, making you moan.

“Please…” You croaked hungrily. “Please…” Oh, in the end, all men were fools, driven by their carnal instincts.

Loki smirked smugly, seemingly enjoying your begging. You cried out in bliss when he buried himself inside you to the hilt, relentless and starving for pleasure. His energy built within you, flowing into your body like an ice cold river in spring. Your senses awakened, the world all of a sudden more beautiful, more colourful, more lively.

You dug your fingers into his bare back, leaving marks he would surely be able to feel tomorrow morning. When you opened your eyes to meet his lustful gaze, his own widened. You had almost forgotten they turned yellow, the pupils small black slits like those of a snake when you fed.

“You are a succubus.” He panted out of breath, slight shock swinging in his voice. If he were to pull away now, disgusted, you would never find the strength to keep him inside you. Loki was a god, after all. Much stronger than you.

“Please… please don’t stop now.” And it was true. The moment you had first tasted his sexual energy, your hunger returned like a tidal wave knocking you over and clouding your mind. He felt so incredibly good, both physically and spiritually…

For just the fraction of a second, his eyes flickered with an emotion you could not quite put your finger on. Was it compassion? Pity? The enchantment, in any case, seemed to be broken. He was fully aware now of what he was doing and with whom he was doing it.

You whined when he retreated from your tight heat, hissing in the process but screamed, out of control, when he plunged back inside you, fucking you hard and fast. The room filled with the smell of sex and sounds of skin smacking against skin, paired with both your moans and pants.

You threw your head back. He was so… so delicious. “Oh God…”

“’Oh God’ indeed…” He mused, barely able to contain himself. You had to admit, feeding usually felt as great as experiencing orgasms to you. You did not need them when you slept with men. This time, however… as you felt yourself tripping closer and closer to the edge, your breathing quickening and your heartbeat speeding up, you started to doubt this initial notion.

Loki knew exactly how to move and how to caress your dripping cunt to get you wet for him and welcome his manhood into your awaiting cave. With every powerful thrust he brought you closer to an earth-shattering orgasm threatening to steal away your senses and when you finally fell off the cliff, he was there to catch you. Your eyes returned to their normal colour, your hunger satisfied.

Rhythmically, your walls began clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth and triggering his own release. Loki grunted, wolfishly, as he spurted ropes of his seed deep inside you, making you scream his name in pure ecstasy.

He rutted into you a few more times, helping you ride out your climax until he himself was completely spent, then chuckled in an amused and mischievous manner when your eyes fell shut, exhausted by this wonderful adventure the Norse god had taken you on.

“Thank you…” You mumbled. What for exactly, you did not know. Was it the mind-blowing orgasm? The thirst he had quenched? The intimate body contact you had missed so strongly? You were still joined, his hard cock resting inside of you. He would soften any moment now, right? You should enjoy the sensation for as long as it lasted.

“Oh, my sweet little succubus…” He purred darkly. “You did not think I was done with you already, did you?”

Your eyes widened when he thrust back into you with a start. You had hardly recovered from your first orgasm when he already stirred you straight into the next, working you up even faster this time. One of his hands disappeared down to where your bodies where joined, his long and soft digits sardonically toying with your clit until you were ready to burst into a million pieces yet again.

“Oh… my God… Loki!” Your arms were all over the place, desperate for a safe grip. He pinned them down above your head, forcing you to simply take all the pleasure he was offering you. You screamed when you climaxed again, the sensations even stronger this time. But Loki did not stop. He kept fucking you roughly, hunting his own peak like a predator and never ceasing to make sure you enjoyed yourself as well.

How many more orgasms did he force you into? Was it three? Four? Six? Ten? You had stopped counting after the third time he filled you with his cum. Loki had turned you into a panting mess, all weak from all the bliss and as satisfied as you had never been in your long life.

Limply, you rested your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He did not need to speak out loud what he was thinking—for this truly was an unexpected turn of events. Surely, none of the Avengers had planned anything alike on this mission, especially not for him.

Loki had been intoxicated by your scent, a magical component your body released to seduce your victims easier but in the end, he had been the one who had proved to you what it meant to share the bed with a Norse god. The Norse God of Trickery. Weakly, you smiled to yourself.

“Loki…” You whispered breathlessly. He hummed in response. “Can you help me? Can you help me leave this place?”

His hand came up to stroke your arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever his fingertips brushed over your naked skin.

You could tell he was smiling as well when he replied.

“I most certainly can, (Y/N).”

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A/N: Damn, I really enjoyed writing this one.

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Take Me To Church (ThunderShield)

My favorite ThunderShield dynamic includes hopelessly stupidly in love Steve with shameless!Thor, so enjoy our two favorite blonds in a short story inspired by Hoziers “Take Me To Church”.

Note: The linked video is of Sergei Polunin dancing to the song, because Hozier’s original video is very powerful but also needs TW and this story is about people discovering/enjoying the beauty of their love. Also, there are general jokes that skew towards blasphemous, and mentions of past period typical homophobia but nothing terrible. 

Another Note: this is not near as serious as you expect

Enjoy!

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“There’s only one god, ma’am.” Steve said confidently. “And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”

Famous last words, as the saying goes.

The Battle for New York taught Steve Rogers, —Captain America, the Star Spangled Man with a Plan, the Man Out of Time, Stars and Gripes (as Tony so lovingly called him)— about a lot of things, like portals in space and aliens and mild mannered scientists that turned into horrifying rage monsters. 

But the one thing Steve hadn’t been prepared to learn, the one thing that kept him up at night and up in the shower and up every damn day of his unexpectedly 21st century life—

There definitely was more than one god, and the one named Thor dressed however he damn well pleased.

Or didn’t dress however he damn well pleased, as the current case was.

“Thor.” Steve forgot to check his strength and the sparring bag ripped off the chain, flew across the gym and dented the wall next to a suddenly screaming Clint. “What—what—I—shit.”

“Steven.” Thor replied evenly, mopping at his sweaty naked body with a hand towel, never breaking eye contact with Steve. “How are you?” 

“I--” 

Steve was broken, is what he was. 

Three months he’d been trying to convince himself he wasn’t out of his mind with lust over a deity and yet Thor did things like this, like walk around naked, like flaunt his body while his eyes sparked lightning, like Steve wasn’t two heartbeats away from falling to his knees and begging-- 

“Hey big guy, I told you the rules about full frontal nudity in the gym, right?” Tony, fresh from yoga with Tasha and Pepper, who had exactly zero issue ogling everything Thor was presenting. “Not all of us are swinging hammers below the belt, stop making us self conscious.” 

“Oh I’m not self conscious!” Pepper called from the other side of the gym, and at her side, Natasha put two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. “I’m not feeling self conscious at all! Stay naked Thor!” 

“Ms. Potts.” Thor sent the petite redhead a knowing grin, but nevertheless redirected the hand towel to cover more of his nudity. “Apologies, I didn’t realize anyone other than Steven was in here.” 

“Oh.” Tony blinked. “So you were flashing your dangly bits specifically for Steve? Or---” 

“Tony!” Steve hissed, thinking he might actually pass out if he blushed any harder. “Stop that!” 

“I know that Steve is a warrior of my caliber.” Thor pointed out calmly. “And I wanted to ask him to wrestle.” 

“Buck naked?” For all his insistence of Thor covering up, Tony wasn’t even trying to look away from the demi gods backside. “...Can I watch?” 

Steve closed his eyes and-- not for the first time since meeting the fast talking, quick smiling brunette-- contemplated murder. 

“No.” Thor answered firmly and Tony’s mouth dropped a little. “No, this is a a moment I intend only for myself and Steven.” 

“Yes.” Steve blurted and both Tony and Thor-- and from across the gym, a wide eyed Clint-- turned to look at him. “Yes I could wrestle. We could-- we could wrestle. I want to wrestle with you.” 

“This will be very fun.” Thor’s grin glinted with just an edge of knowing. 

“Very fun.” Steve repeated numbly. “Oh god, I don’t know if I’ll survive this. This will kill me.” 

“But a deathless death, is it not?” Thor rumbled, low and startlingly intimate and Steve’s eyes snapped up to meet the demi gods.  

“...A deathless death.” he repeated because oh-- oh--oh Thor was talking about---

“Have you found Valhalla?” Tony was forgotten and Clint forgotten and the shockingly inappropriate cat calls from the women forgotten as Thor took a step closer to Steve. “Lately? Recently? On your own?” 

“We call it heaven.” Steve stumbled forward a step too, nearly falling but catching himself on a sweat slick bicep and squeezing hard. “And yes, on my own.” 

Lightning lit in Thor’s eyes. “A better place if you and I are sent there together.” 

“Oh.” Steve swallowed hard. “Oh.” 

“Hungry?” Thor’s smile was wicked and Steve was wanting as he whispered back. “Starving.” 

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“Okay so then?” Tony reached across Rhodey to steal most of the egg rolls off the plate. “Thor says he wants to wrestle and I swear to God, Steve almost died. Almost expired right there in the gym. Thor said something about not really dying but being sent to Valhalla or something? And then Steve basically died. Heart failure, probably.” 

“Or his dick exploded.” Clint pointed out, shoving noodles into his mouth at an alarming rate. “Cause of death, surprised by a god-caused orgasm. What a way to go.” 

“You are all animals.” Natasha said calmly, picking her way through a vegetarian plate with Pepper. “I’m not saying Steve doesn’t have a ten inch hard on for our resident celestial--” Pepper inhaled broccoli. “-- but Steve’s issue with Thor might actually be because Thor is a god and Steve grew up in a time when there was definitely only one god and he certainly didn’t look like a walking wet dream.” 

“You think?” Rhodey slapped Tony’s hand away from another egg roll. “Captain America doesn’t have a problem with aliens and wormholes and magic and waking up seventy years in the future, but having multiple gods is where he draws the line?” 

“You’re all forgetting Steve has seen some pretty unbelievable things, even before waking up.” Bruce pointed out. “Hydra was creating weapons back then that bordered on magical. He saw what happened to Schmidt being turned into the Red Skull, he saw the guy get zapped to a different portal. And beyond that, the guy is Irish. He might only believe in one god, but if you think he didn’t grow up hearing stories about fairies and all that? You’re wrong.” 

“So you don’t think he has a problem with Thor being a god.” Pepper clarified. “It’s not a religion issue.” 

“Oh no, it’s religious alright.” Bruce stabbed at an egg rolls, ignoring Tony’s gasp of outrage. “But it has less to do with ‘how many gods’ and more to do with what Steve wants to do with god.” 

A round of collective ‘ohs’ from the table, and then Clint-- “I mean, yeah. It’s a big jump when the topic of your prayers turns from ‘Bless mama and papa and the potatoes’ over to ‘Dear god, I’d really like you to stick it in me, also thanks for your blessings and your bounty’.” 

“Stop that.” Natasha kicked at him. “No one actually prays to Thor.” 

“But he’s right.” Pepper interceded. “Being gay was a lot bigger deal back then, and if Steve struggled with feeling guilty for his feelings, imagine the guilt when he’s not only with a man, but that man happens to be a god. That brings up all sorts of issues.” 

“Well it brings up one specific issue, anyway.” Tony countered, and then ack!ed when Rhodey threw a pillow at him. “What! I’m just saying I’m sure Steve is being properly supplicant! Probably on his knees praying to Thor right now!” 

Rhodey and Bruce shared an equally pained look while the rest of the team collapsed into helpless giggles. 

Earth’s mightiest heroes? Or a bunch of blasphemous degenerates?

“The good news is--!” Rhodey finally raised his voice above the noise. “Thor is pretty great, and he’ll be sure to show Steve that being together is beautiful, not sinful or wrong or any of the other things they yell from the pulpit on Sunday mornings.” 

Murmurs of agreement around the table, and then Clint one last time-- “I’m just saying? I’d let Thor take me to church any day of the week. Praise Jesus.” 

“You’re all going to hell.” Bruce informed the group, and whatever else Clint said was drowned out in laughter. 

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“I could worship here forever.” Thor whispered, and Steve arched his back and cried out when powerful hands gripped at his legs to hold them open, when Thor’s mouth and lips and tongue found their place between his thighs.

Yes they had wrestled, yes they had wrestled, grappling at each other in the hot gym, rolling around the mats with their bodies rubbing together, stripping away shirts so sweat soaked skin slid over sweat soaked skin. 

Hands never slipped, but only purposefully strayed, and Steve hadn’t been able to quiet his moan when Thor had pinned him to the mat. He’d broken the hold and scrambled away but Thor was on him again, again and again, and when their legs tangled and muscles strained, it had been Thor who had gasped something unholy and shoved Steve flat on his back to cover him in a bruising kiss. 

And Steve thought-- a tad hysterically of course-- of all the Sundays he’d sat in church and stared up at the stained glass windows of the saints, all the Sundays he’d knelt by the alter and prayed, all the times he’d admitted his sins and repented, the weeks he’d felt guilty for looking at boys longer than he should--

“Not sick.” he blurted, or more likely slurred because his mouth was loose and jaw sore and tongue tired and voice hoarse after taking Thor and taking Thor and taking Thor so far down his throat. “Beautiful.” 

“Yes.” for all of Thor’s teasing, for his lack of understanding when it came to Earthly things, he was not silly nor was he stupid and he knew exactly what Steve was saying and why he was saying it. “Beautiful.” 

Worship. Was Steve’s last coherent thought when Thor split him open and took him apart and stripped him down to nothing more than sunlit pleasure. 

Should have worshiped here sooner. 

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Dude I’m Vegan

This is a request by @fandomnationwhore for How about the Cullens move to New York where they meet the reader who a avenger but like a vampire avenger and the volturi is scared of her cause her and her team could kill them, like everyone in the world knows a vampire but don’t know about much about her kind cause she’s the first open vampire

This will be my first avengers fanfic so let’s hope this goes well.

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It was 6 am when the rest of the team started to awake. I had already made them coffee. Each cup was fixed to perfection, meeting each of the other members needs. Since I never need sleep, I always prepare a breakfast for the team.

Dishing the last of the eggs onto Bruce’s plate. I place the frying pan and spatula into the sink and cut of the stoves fire.

Grabbing a small blood bag from the fridge. I give Natasha a silent nod as my fangs dig into the blood bag, letting the sweet red metallic liquid slip into my mouth.

Natasha sends me a quick smile but I saw her micro expression. Microexpressions : small and fast facial expressions that show a person true feelings and emotions. For human they last a fraction of a second, but vampires last for what feels like forever.

I knew the true distaste she had for me, especially for my diet. They didn’t know I only drink animal blood. That I am vegan or how my kind works. And I wasn’t sure if I should tell them.

One by one, my fellow avengers enter the kitchen. I give each of them a silent good morning as I finish my six blood bags.

Although, I tried my hardest to be human around the avengers. I wasn’t scared to show The who I am. I am a vampire, not a shapeshifter, werewolf, and most definitely not a human. I may not always agree with my kind, but I am proud to be a Vampire.

I drink straight from the blood bag, barely ever a cup or jar. Never need sleep with the heightend ability of all vampires.

Throwing the last of the blood bags into the trash. I felt right and ready. I could tell they each had thier eyes on me as they carried on the usual morning conversations.

Bucky wouldn’t stop staring, Steve would tell him to stop. Both would whisper about how it’s rude. Bruce would listen to Tony explain one of his latest inventions, while Thor would ask some question with Clint. And I would just simply listen in. As Natasha calmy eats her food.

Loving the noise and sound they would make. Leaning back into the counter top, I close my eyes and listen in.

Hearing the way Tony’s vocal cords would vibrate. How Clint’s leg would shake up and down rapidly. The way Bruce would slurp his coffee. Recording how Steve would try his best to stay quiet during his lecture to Bucky. Sensing the distaste and reluctance in Bucky and Natasha.

I continued to listen in until FRIDAY called my name.

“Yes FRIDAY?” I say politely.

“There seems to be a letter from the Olympic coven,” she says sending a little shiver down my spine.

I could feel every ones stares as I stand their silently. Wondering who these people are and why they sent me this letter. The rest of the avengers had met no other vampire than me, so they were more than nervous.

“The Olympic coven huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” says Friday “they are asking for temporary residency in New York,”

“So you move to New York. I didn’t think they want something like that. Especially in my territory,” I mumble to myself, earning more suspicious and fearful looks from my fellowship avengers.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I say “oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you guys. Don’t worry the Olympic coven won’t pose a threat and I will meet with them.” Even though the team is still nervous, they calm down slightly.

“So mind giving us some details, Sparkles?” say s Tony leaning back into his chair.

I roll my eyes at his comment and say “ okay. The Olympic Coven, is a vegan vampire coven that wants to come to New York. But, all of New York is my territory. Meaning I kinda own it, in the vampire community atleast

“So, due to this all vampires that wish to enter New York need my blessing. Especially since they want to enter my territory and live here. I need to meet the Cullens and make sure that are truly safe for the people of New York.”

Tony scoffs and shakes his head in denial, making me sigh. Every time, every time I explain this it goes wrong or they don’t or ignore the actual picture.

Sighing, I turn away from them. “Look, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle them. Simple and easy,” I say giving them a wave goodbye as I go to my room and prepare the letter for the Cullens.

After I send the letter to the Cullen in reply to the one they sent me. I walk over to the training area, needing to get out my own head for a while.

~The Cullens~

Carlisle brows furrowed as he looked at the bright blue envelope held in his hands. He stared darkly at his covens name written in a perfect cursive. Each letter holding its own weight and worry upon his shoulders.

He already knew who had sent it. The only avenger who was a vampire. The only vampire in the world that has come out.

He doesn’t bother even looking at the seal as his stomach drops.

Breaking the seal, Carlisle pulls out the hand written letter as Esme calls the rest of the Cullen family into the living room.

They wanted to move to New York, but, they would need the approval from the coven leader.

As Carlisle read the letter, drips and streaks of calm and ease washed over him. Yet, they were not enough to fully quench his worry.

Carlisle sighs as one by one the Cullen kids enter and fill the couches of the living room.

“Any reason why you needed all of us,” says Edward, already knowing the reason,while they rest were confused.

“The leader of the New York Coven would like to see us before she can consider allowing us to live in New York,” says Carlisle folding the letter.

“What? Why?” barks Emmett, making Rosalie to put a hand on his chest to calm. Emmett rolls his eyes and lets a deep growl before leaning into the couch.

“She can’t just expect us to be fine with everything she does,” starts Emmett, “Putting Vampire lives danger. Flaunting her power for the fun of it. Every time she tries to even explain vampires kind to humans it goes terribly,” Emmett scoffs and massages his temple while Alice steps in.

“ This years amount of hunters and shifters is double what it was six months ago cause of her. Most American covens have moved or been killed. And she acts like she doesn’t care!” Screams Alice

Esme gasps at Alice and Emmett’s outburst. And sends a glare at them making the two women sigh and calm down, not wanting to upset Esme.

“We are in no position to object or deny her request,” reasons Carlisle trying to calm Emmett.

“Fuck that,” says Alice crossing her arms, “no one knows anything about this chick other than she has put all of vampire kind in danger and runs with these... these walking disasters called The Avengers. It’s unnatural.”

Edward giggles a bit a her arguement. Earning a cold glare from them.

“I’m sorry,” he says trying to pull himself together, “ it’s just that’s calling this ‘unnatural’ seems kinda ridiculous. We’re Vampires for heaven sake. Let’s stop acting like children

“I don’t like this chick. I don’t know this chick. But we are going to move back to New York. Now stop acting up and relax,”

Edwards words hit every one hard. They needed to meet this chick wether we like it or not.

“She gave us a location she wants to meet at. The Calum, a club a little bit on the outskirts of her territory. It’s known for art galleries and lots of people. At 11pm. All of us.” says Carlisle.

“Good,”says Edward look at his uneasy family members, “we’ll talk and discuss matters with her when a time comes,” he finishes.

“Well since we will be surrounded by humans, I believe it would be best that we eat now. We don’t know what to expect to stay alive.

-The Avengers-

Y/n smiles seeing the rest of her team walk inside her club. For years she has invested in restaurants,clubs, and gyms. Helping owners financially through partnerships. But, ‘The Calum,’ was her personal heart and joy. What used to be a small grocery store, has now turned into a nightclub. One of the most safest in the city. No drugs allowed. All are snuffed out through some technology she developed with Tony.

The club had a variety of drinks, bartenders personally trained by her. She loved everything about her club. From the luxurious seats on the second level for the VIP area and artists who paint you to fill in with the glow in the dark scene. To how the dance floor and lights would fill the room.

Leaving the VIP area, she walked down the steps in her burgundy mid thigh length dress and black heels. It was very different from her usual outfit. But she didn’t need the Cullens to know this was her territory.

“Hey Guys,” She greets her fellow Avengers with a shot glass in hand.

“Hey Y/n,” says Natasha as Tony takes in the decor and aura of the place, “Nice place you invited us too.”

Y/n noticed each of her team mates reluctantance upon being in the club. “Yeah, it’s one of my....old friends favorite place to come to. So, I thought since we are all stressed. Let’s come here and relax.” She says looking at her teams mates.

Clint sighs while Steve and Bucky just rub the back of their necks. Tony, scoffs and rolls his eyes and Bruce sends her a small smile, while Natasha sends her a smile.

“Oh,” taking a step back, Y/n takes a deep breath. This building was the only thing that reminded her of when she was human. “You guys need a different scenery,” she mumbles. She hoped sharing this place with her would bring the team closer together. But it failed. Sighing Y/n takes a step back.

“Oh, no. It’s just we barely go out as a team, especially to this kind of place,” says Steve.

“Yeah,” says Tony shoving his hands in his pocket, “especially with a vampire.”

She wanted to talk more with her team mates, to bond with them, to be with them, to join their family. But she knew the bridge between Vampires and Humans needs time,material, and a good architect to build.

“Well then I guess I will leave you all for now,” she says turning around as her fellow teammates send a glare at Tony and try to follow her.

It was 11pm on the dot when she sensed the Cullens presence. Since her conversation with her team mates, three hours have passed. Bruce talked to her and kept her company as she worked. She helped a drunk Clint and Natasha to the car. And received apologetic looks from Steve and Bucky.

Walking away from Bruce, Y/n focuses her attention on the Cullens. Watching their movements and how they blend with the crowd. One of them covered their mouths as a human bumped into him.

*still learning control* she thought. Putting on her shades, Y/n saunters over to the Carlisle.

“Olympic Coven?” she says gathering their attention as they stand right next to the bar.

“Yes,” says Carlisle putting out his hand, “You must be the New York Coven leader,” he finishes.

Y/n takes Carlisle hand. So far she had found them acceptable. They didn’t look inhumane and each of them had yellow eyes. All requirements if they want to move to New York.

“That I am. Please, follow me to some where more quiet,” she says not letting go of Carlisle’s hand and gently leading the Cullens to a more quiet and less populated area of the club.

It was a small room, with soft red fur carpet and velvet and black couches. An Astoria Stovall executive desk and leather wheels chairs.

The walls were lined with extricate designs and artifacts.

“Please have a seat,” says Y/n letting go Carlisle’s hand and gesturing to the couches.

Yet, none of the Cullens sit as Y/n leans onto her desk.

“ I am Carlisle,” starts Carlisle and gestures to a woman with long dark brown hair, “ This is my wife, Esme,”

Y/n smiles and sends her hand out to Esme, “I look forward to seeing you more often Esme, if you all intend to stay in New York,”

Esme takes her hand gently. “Maybe we will,” she finishes. Slowly each Carlisle and Esme introduce Y/n to each of their children.

“It’s beautiful how you all are so close together,” says Y/n as Emmett and Rosalie share a look.

“Yes,” starts Carlisle, “but I believe we other matters to attend too,”

“aaahh yes,” Y/n starts pulling out Carlisle letter, “so you say you plan on staying for 30 years. This may prove difficult since you are from Forks.”

“How so?” Says Carlisle as Y/n leans on desk.

“New York isn’t like most spots on your history. That you have been too,” says Y/n.

Carlisle takes a deep breath and holds Esme’s hand while Jasper and Edward try to take a step forward, only to be stopped by Emmett.

“You’ve studied us. You know nearly everything about us,” says Edward making the family gasp.

“Well if your gonna move into my home. I better know everything about you,” says Y/n.

“Yet, we know nothing about you,” starts Emmett, “we don’t know where you’re from, how long you’ve been alive, what you do, or even how you eat,” he barks.

Y/n sighs and takes off her shades. “Dude, I’m vegan,” she says showing her golden eyes. “I am the only vampire of my coven. The rest were whiped out ages ago. I was nearly an immortal child. Which is why the Volturi do not trust me,” states Y/n, making Cullens tense up, each of them holding onto their significant other while glaring at Y/n.

Y/n sighs at their distasteful glares. Looking at her desk, she picks up a pen and twirls in her fingers a few times, before placing it back down.

Her arms fell to her sides as she said “ now do you want a territory in New York or no?”

She gave the Cullens a blank look as they stared at her weighing thier options. They needed somewhere new. Despite their differences, they liked New York.

Determined Carlisle nods his head and says yes. “Good,” says Y/n, “Now let’s make a deal.”

It took hours of negotiations and informing the Cullens before the treaty was completely drawn up.

In those hours, Y/n had since thrown away her shoes. As the Cullens had put theirs neatly in the corner. They told jokes and stories as discussed food supplies, hospitable locations, and laws.

Y/n smiled as Edward and handed them each a glass of animal blood. The Cullens look at the blood suspiciously, but then smell the non human scent on it. Making them smile and nods their at Y/n.

“The Unification of The New York and Olympic Covens,” say Y/n raising up her glass.

“To the Unification,” says the Cullens.

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tony and nat going to get married with 20." You look amazing tonight.”

Hope this one's good for you! 😊

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If there exists a list of "People Who Bust Myths and Do Not Follow Traditions", definitely, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff would be in there.

While they were in the preparation stage of their wedding, the Avengers power couple visited Clint and Laura's farm home and they oriented them on the do's and don'ts for and on the big day.

"You two should eat before the ceremony. I swear, you wouldn't be able to eat anymore when the event starts. You will feel hunger, but trust me, with everything that's goin on and with all your guests to accommodate, you will end up starving at the end of the day," Laura started, speaking from experience, while they were seated across each other on the couches at the living room.

The genius billionnaire grinned. "I can eat even during the ceremony and no one's gonna stop me."

"But that's inappropriate, Stark," said Clint.

"Inappropriate is my middle name." Tony quipped.

"Tony..."

He put an arm over Natasha's shoulder and smiled at her. "I'm kidding. Loosen up, darling."

"I don't think we'll be too occupied with guests. There are just, I think, 50 of you in the guest list," the redhead spy responded.

"Yeah. Those are 50 of the closest people to both of you whom you cannot just shove away. Those 50 are equal to like 250 friends and acquiantances you need to accommodate," Laura explained.

"Really?"

"Yes, Nat."

The soon-to-be husband and wife looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously.

"Also, wear comfortable shoes. I don't need to elaborate on that, but for your sake, please do," Clint added.

"That's understandable." Tony replied.

"Honeymoon on first night? Not true. You'll be too tired for that," Laura shook her head. "This is validated by my other married friends, too."

Clint chuckled. "It usually happened on the second night onwards."

"Try us. I know my priorities, it can even happen before the wedding day." Tony smirked but his lovely fiancee elbowed his side quite hard.

"Aw!" he winced in pain.

Natasha rolled her eyes.

Her bestfriend and his wife were the ones who glanced knowingly at each other this time.

"Is there anything else?" The bride-to-be inquired.

"Oh. You are not allowed to see each other a day before your wedding day."

"That's..." Tony was about to say 'easy' but he thought again. He knew his EQ is not as high as his IQ. "Why?"

"It's Natasha's day to pamper herself, plus it's tradition. You gotta hold off seeing each other until the moment she walks down the aisle. That's the surprise factor."

"Doesn't make sense to me but, yeah, I'll take it for the me-time purpose," Natasha commented bluntly.

Tony just had to agree. "Sure," he anwered as he gently grabbed her hand and played with her engagement ring again.

*****

To: Tash

Hey sweetheart. In your room.

Natasha discreetly typed a reply.

To: Tony

Ok. Be there in a few.

It was the night before their wedding and she was in Wanda and Sharon's room where the ladies prepared a bridal shower for her. Maria, May and Laura were also there. Tony had his bachelor's party the previous night because he, of all the guys in their circle, has the tendency to get so drunk that he might not be able to wake up in time for the ceremony scheduled at 11:00am. Her party was way safer - no alcohol, just champagne, mocktails and sweets.

Minutes later, they wrapped up and already said goodbye. Maria and May shared room on the same floor, while Laura still has to go down to the room with Clint and their kids, all in Natasha's hotel.

Tony and the rest of the guys stayed in another hotel to, hopefully, follow the tradition. Except that the couple who are about to get married in the morning love breaking rules.

When Natasha got into her suite, her fiance was sitting comfortably on her bed, legs crossed, watching the nightly news.

"Hi, gorgeous." She slid to his side and he snuggled closer to her.

"I missed you," Tony planted a kiss on her lips. "Those Avengers were really making it a mission to separate us today."

"Yeah. Even the ladies here. How'd you sneak out?"

"I have my ways, with the help of a Spiderling who cannot say no to me."

"Brilliant." Natasha pulled his head down for another kiss.

Her husband-to-be gazed over her body in a red, skin-tight dress. She still wore the flower crown and the sash that has 'Mrs. Romanoff-Stark' written; both were made by May.

"You look amazing tonight... I bet you'll look more awesome tomorrow in your wedding gown."

"Don't flatter me Mr. Stark. You already have me."

"Can't stop and won't stop, beautiful." Tony cupped her face with a hand. Both of them now oblivious of the world around them. "God, I'm so lucky..."

Her eyes shone with emotions for this man. "Love you, Antoshka."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Tony started removing her flower crown and sash and she just let him as she smiled widely.

Buzzer and knocks on her door made them separate again.

"Natasha?" It was Laura's voice.

"Tony, are you in there?" That one was Clint.

Sighing, both of them walked to see the intruders.

"Hey guys," Natasha opened the door and Tony stood behind her, hands on either side of her waist.

Aside from the Bartons, Steve, Sam, Rhodey, Maria, Sharon and Wanda were there.

"Are you all really up to follow this tradition?" Tony's eyebrows furrowed. The two of them were more surprised than annoyed with their friends' beliefs.

Instead of answering them, the group started to talk to each other like crossfire. There were a lot of blaming, bet collection and i-told-you-so exchanged.

"I told you, Tony can't keep up," Laura smirked to Clint.

"Stark, I had faith in you! It's just one day, for heaven's sake!" Clint glared at Tony.

"Wait. So you mean you guys made a bet about this night?" Natasha figured out.

It was Steve who replied. "Yeah. It wasn't about myths and tradition at all. They had bets if you two can stay apart the day before your wedding."

"Enough of this," Rhodey, in his mother hen tone, stepped in. "Tony, you come with us. It's getting late and you need to be up early tomorrow. Get those hands off Nat."

"Right, man. Let's go. You gonna see each other tomorrow anyway." Sam added.

The pack started dispersing until Steve was the only one left to wait for him.

"Where's Peter, Cap?" Tony asked.

"Must be hiding in Thor and Bruce's room. Rhodes knew he helped you escape."

Natasha chuckled and kissed his cheek before gently pushing him out. "Go now and save your son."

"Don't forget that he's now your son, too." He winked at her before walking side by side with their resident Captain to the elevators.

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Marvel fic rec - Loki x OC, Bucky x OC (1)

You guys I have such good ones for this rec.

After Class, by Team Damon (68k)

She's a clumsy but intelligent student who's a little late getting her degree, and he's a young but grumpy professor with a past he's doing his best to move on from. Neither of them expected college to be quite this interesting, but nothing ever goes exactly according to plan.

We’re starting with the good stuff, people, the real good stuff. You know how many shitty Student x Teacher fanfictions there are out there in the vasteness of the internet? A lot. I have seen things I wish I could unsee. But this one is not one of those. This one is the best, the single most beautifully written piece of fanfiction with this trope. I cannot stress this enough, I am in LOVE with this story. It’s just long enough to be in-depth and have flesh, but it’s short enough to read in one sitting. It’s my go-to sotry that I read whenever I feel down, when I’m sick and bed-ridden, when I’m stressed out because of my exams and can’t sleep. It heals my soul to read such work of art.

Team Damon is an absolute sweetheart too, a true wordsmith, and there are more of her stories that will make it into this fic rec.

Blasphemy, by SheWritesThings (76k)

For Sam and Steve, finding Bucky was the easy part. But now two distinct personalities reside within him: Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier. Sam decides to call in an old friend: Sgt. Fox, a young war veteran and amputee, having suffered PTSD herself. Dodging SHIELD and Hydra agents alike, the trio struggles to bring Bucky back and eliminate the Soldier before time runs out.

Another masterpiece, not the last one of this list. It’s the first installment of a series (ongoing sequel is here) but I honestly don’t think it needs a sequel, it can be read on its own. It has a prologue-y feel to it, but I love it. It’s the first fanfiction I read that deals so seriously and thoroughly with Bucky’s PTSD, and it doesn’t shove a romantic relationship in our face. The author must have sent HOURS researching about PTSD to write this, I cannot fathom how much work it represents.

It’s so good, so raw, it really stirs something in you. Also if ableism is an issue you take to heart, this story is a goode example on how to write disabled characters, it’s just perfect.

Fate's Children, by theatrewraith (109k)

The Norns, fates of the Nine Realms, long ago chose a protector for each realm bound to keep order in their universe. Roska is the latest guardian of Asgard. When Odin asks her to bring Loki back from Midgard at any cost, she is set on a path of even greater importance. To assure Asgard's stable future, she must set the Jotun Prince on its throne.

One of those stories where you wonder how the hell this isn’t a published work. I can barely imagine the amount of research that went into the writing of this fanfiction, the world-building and attention to details is amazing. I have no idea just how much of what I read is inspired by true mythology and folklore, but it’s impressive still. More plot-driven than character driven. To my absolute sadness, it’s not very centred on the pairing HOWEVER it is one of the best Loki characterization I’ve even seen with my own two eyeballs (honestly Taika Waititi should take example).

Friends to Lovers to Complete and Utter Idiots, by Team Damon (39k)

They're just friends. The best of friends, really. But when she's secretly head over heels in love with him and he gets the bright idea to take their friendship to an entirely new and unexpected level, she knows she's playing with fire. She's already burning, though, so why not make it count?. Modern AU 

Listen, I’ve rarely come so close to ripping out all of my hair, and I love my hair. The pairng drove me crazy. Team Damon just knows how to play with my feelings like nobody’s business. The title really says it all, but if you think it’s just another of the usual fwb story, you, my friend, are gravely mistaken. Because it’s more than that, it’s a jewel among jewels. It’s a diamond, alright? Read it, I swear to god, read it.

Stray, by MissMorwen (32k)

“Why did you come here?” “I needed to hide, needed to think.” There was a slight furrow in his brow again. “Think about what?” She tilted her head, trying to catch his eyes. He looked in her direction, but with an unfocused gaze. “The man, he – he knew me. And I knew him.” The knuckles on his right hand were turning white.

******** You know how the story goes: Fucked-up former assassin meets girl. Girl is a cliché vet with a tendency to help birds with broken wings.

I think the author says it all in the synopsis honestly. It’s just a fun, light-hearted Bucky fanfic. It’s a nice change from the more serious stuff, and it’s not too long so it’s a quick read, and it’s worth your time.

Illusion, by likeatumbleweed (155k)

Sigyn has an overprotective brother, an overbearing mother, and an overarching duty to Queen Frigga as her handmaiden. She begins a relationship with Loki, Prince of Asgard and second in line to the throne. It seems easy, but fate has so much more in store for them than they planned. AU. Pre-Thor through Post-Avengers. 

Listen, this is the one of the best fanfictions I’ve even had the pleasure to read. All fandoms mixed together, it’s a fav. I will defend this fanfiction to the death, I’ve scarcely seen anything so beautiful. The prose is amazing, the pace is perfect, there is a balance between plot relevant scenes and self-indulgent fluff, the characterization is on point (Tony Stark, however short his appearance in the story is, has one of the best characterization ever).

It’s 155k long but I find it too short still. There is nothing I disliked about this story, I could write a eulogy about how much I adore it, I could write poems and songs about it, I- well you get my drift. AND because the author knows how much her readership loved the story, we got a bunch of additional oneshots to quench our insatiable thirst. I’m not going to review each of them individually but they are all great, and you will cry actual salty tears, trust me.

Interlude:

Chapter "10.5" of Illusion - Loki spends the night with Sigyn at her apartment, and things get a bit uncomfortable for her brother Edmund.

Unburdened:

Sigyn has had a stressful day; when she threatens to never return to the palace library again, Loki uses his considerable skills to change her mind.

Celebration:

Loki arranges for a private celebration of Sigyn's birthday.

The Better Part of Valor:

One morning not long after beginning her relationship with Loki, Sigyn is late reporting for her duties with the queen. When Loki (who has everything to do with her tardiness) shows up to take advantage of her embarrassment, Sigyn is less than cooperative.

Best Laid Plans:

Loki and Sigyn attempt to celebrate their anniversary, only to be hindered at every turn by extenuating circumstances (especially their precocious six-year-old daughter, Unna, who has a terrible grasp of the appropriate time to show off newly acquired magic skills).

Threnody for a Sparrow:

It's a lesson Loki has never wanted to learn...there are some broken things that cannot be fixed, no matter how badly you wish otherwise.

Monster, by IndigoUmbrella (70k)

“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?” -Laini Taylor 

Probably the vaguest, least helpful synopsis in the history of synopsis, but hey, I’m here to tell you that it’s fucking fabulous, and you won’t regret reading this fanfiction. It’s not you usual girl meets boy story at all - this time the meeting is not accidental at all, all of their interractions have one sole purpose: help Bucky become himself again. And it gives a lot of weight to their interractions, the story is very serious, but not so much as to give you a headache either. I love it because it’s different, and it takes things slowly, there’s a lot of attention to details too.

Hell Bound (Sequel to Monster) (82k)

Start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren't shaking. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. 

Second vaguest synopsis of all time, but trust me when I say that the sequel is even better than the first installement of this trilogy. I can’t really say anything about the sequel without revealing what happens in the first part, so just read it for heaven’s sake. I’m telling you, it’s good.

From Darkness (Third and last part of Monster) - Ongoing

When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows Swallowed whole by the darkness Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?

And last but not least, the third part. Equally vague synopsis. We officially have a top three guys. Haven’t read this one yet, but I wanted to post all three parts together. 

Light & Sweet, by LooneyLockhart (182k)

Bucky didn't understand the concept of a coffee house giving away free coffee. From what he remembered, hardly anything in Brooklyn was given away for free when he lived there. And why wasn't the coffee house girl frightened by him when he struck fear in some of the most competent SHIELD agents? Learning to be Bucky Barnes again, he wasn't prepared for the curious coffee girl.

How the hell am I going to sell you this story?

It’s... a coffee shop AU. Except it’s not really an AU. It’s entirely set in the MCU as we know it, superheroes are totally a thing, everything is like the canon, but Bucky and the OC still meet in a coffee shop. It’s serious, but it doesn’t take itself too seriously either. It’s well written, like really. The OC is endearing, the pace is perfect for the story, the characters have a lot of depth, even the secondary ones get a bit of characterization. It’s a beautiful work all in all.

Honesty, by thearrowsoflegolas (91k)

The Winter Soldier has a new mission. Erin Jefferson is a young SHIELD biochemist who has just synthesised a serum that can make anyone tell the truth, and HYDRA wants it. The Winter Soldier is expecting it to be an easy job, and Erin is expecting to die there. What she's not expecting is to meet a man with light eyes and a dark past who needs her help.

This is the funniest Bucky fanfic I’ve read, and it’s awesome. I’ve never seen such balance between light-hearted moments and serious, down-to-business ones. It doesn’t take anything away from Bucky’s gravitas, but it rather offers a stark contrast with the OC’s bubbly personality, it’s refreshing and beautiful. And it’s fucking funny, you guys, it’s hilarious. Additionally it’s one of the only fanfictions I’ve read as the chapters got published, instead of waiting until it was completed.

[hellomissmabel]

Mangata part 4

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Thor x plus size!reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Born from a falling star erupting on Asgardian ground, her small body was covered in little marks that would grow into birth marks representing the constellations. Once of age, Y/N agreed to married Thor and become the future queen of Asgard. Now she is the goddess of the stars and accompanies Heimdall during his watch. However, as the universe exhibits a unique yet peculiar string of events, she is forced to seek shelter on Midgard from an enemy that might just be her own flesh and blood.

Series masterlist can be found here

A/N: Written for @supersoldierslover <3

Loki’s POV

As the Elemental walks us down the illuminated road, down the path of the moon towards Mangata, she tells the story of Y/N’s ancestry. I can sense Y/N’s scepticism, her need to tread carefully, but I can also almost smell the curiosity rolling off her.

She was born as the second child and came after Mani, the god of the moon. He is her elder brother and the founder of Mangata, together with the master. Mangata was named in Mani’s honour and if not for Y/N’s great powers, he would’ve been crowned king once the master stepped down. But the master decided differently and after the demise of her mother, he passed on the crown of the queen of Mangata to Y/N at a very young age.

But those same, great powers the master could not contain nor feed off without risking his own destruction and that of Mangata. So he sent the goddess of the stars to Asgard. Yet now his life is threatening to come to an end, and he is need of his successor if he wishes to preserve this realm’s existence regardless if he has to cast his son Mani aside to do so.

I did not know what I was expecting when the Elemental, the ice star, said it would bring us to its master. Said master is in fact unconscious and being kept alive by the life force of his children. As we arrive at the throne room, the Elemental introduces us to his children. There is Sol, the goddess of the sun, Mani, god of the moon and Jörd, goddess of the earth. Dagr, god of the daytime and Nott goddess of the night. The master and his children are protected by two wolves, Hati and Skoll, roaming around them like vultures around a dead carcass.

The throne on which they reside is crafted from solid gold, the brightest diamonds and the most enthralling jewellery, unseen richness reaching as far as the eye can see and even further. The tips of my fingers are tingling with greed yet I keep my hands at my side when Mani’s silver eyes lock with mine, his skin the human equivalent of the coal from Midgardian mines.

“Who is this heathen?”

With a voice that shakes the entire temple with its regal grandeur, Mani demands to know the reason of our visit. Displeased with this unexpected and unwanted visit, he straightens his back and easily towers over his other siblings. There’s no doubt that Mani, the god of the moon, reigns with an iron fist while his father, the master, stands idly by.

I see it in the way he squeezes his father’s shoulder and his face contorts in discomfort, the notion of pain already lost on this fragment of a king living his last breath thanks to his children’s charity. I see it in the way the heads of his brothers and sisters bow down as he passes them on his way to the edge of the throne. I see it in the way the wolves whimper under his gaze as he tells them to stand down. And most of all, I see it in the way his eyes burn into Y/N’s.

“You,” he points towards her with an accusatory finger. “Wife of Thor. Return to your gilded Asgard.” Mani then drops his arm and turns to me next, scoffing in dismay. “And you, bastard son. Return to the dust that was your womb.”

His words anger Y/N to the point she is one entity of boiling lava, a volcano on the verge of erupting and when she does, the universe hath no fury like a scorned goddess. Mani’s dictating presence that clouded the room is cut off by the thunder of Y/N’s heart.

“Hvordan våger du å snakke så lite av min bror. Han er mer en bror til meg enn du noen gang vil være. Jeg kjenner deg ikke, og du kjenner meg ikke. Så tør du ikke bestille meg rundt!”

(“How dare you speak so lowly of my brother. He is more a brother to me than you will ever be. I do not know you and you do not know me. So don't you dare order me around!”)

There’s a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of Mani’s lips. “I see you still know our language.” Snapping his fingers and waving his hand, he gestures for Sol to hand him his spear. “So let’s see if you still have our family’s abilities.”

Unaware of which abilities Mani is speaking of, Y/N’s puzzled eyes soon darken as her brother throws the spear in my direction. I don’t even have to blink my eyes once before the spear stops right in between my eyes, the sharp edge of the pointed tip pressing against an invisible surface summoned by Y/N. Her intent gaze is fixed on the spear but as I follow Mani’s eyes, I see they are not looking at Y/N but instead are firing arrows at the woman, Sol, standing next to him with a smirk.

“I told you, brother, that Y/N will always be our sister,” she smiles smugly, a voice so warm and an appearance so joyful it is as if I’m staring directly at centre of heaven. “No brother or sister of Mangata can harm another brother or sister, or their loved ones. That is how it is written by the master and these rules we must obey.”

With gritted teeth Mani has to agree with his sister Sol and as he waves his hand, the spear drops to the floor and I release a relieved breath. “Thank you. Got me worried for a minute there.”

“I didn’t come here for games,” Y/N claims in an electrifying tone. “I came here for my husband. I was told that you will release him if I retreat to Midgard. This I shall do. Now it’s your turn to keep your end of the agreement. Tell me where is Thor?”

“Ta med fangen,” instructs Mani to the guards. (Bring the prisoner) Thor is stripped of his robes, dressed in bloody rags as he struggles against the man dragging him across the floor. “Her er mannen din”. (Here’s your husband)

Y/N rushes towards him, kneeling next to the blond and carding her hands through his hair. His long tresses have been cut short, my brother almost unrecognisable. “My love,” she whispers into his ear while ridding him of the chains knotting his hands and feet together.

“We must go at once, Y/N. No more words, no more hesitation,” he urges her immediately, pressing a hasty kiss to her plump lips. “These are treacherous territories. Do not trust them, even if they are your family!”

Once standing on his two feet, he conjures a bolt of lightning and holds it in his hand as a weapon, ready to aim for Mani who simply claps his hands in amusement. Thor of course is oblivious to as why Mani does not seem to be threatened by his display of power.

“Søt,” he chuckles arrogantly as Thor’s thunder vaporises into thin air. (cute)

“Thank you. We will go now,” Y/N bids goodbye but it is already too late. Even with these few words, she has already fallen into Mani’s trap. Before she can hook Thor’s shoulder around her and turn around, Mani appears in front of her and slaps her right in her face.

With a malicious laugh he kicks a severely weakened Thor to the ground, waving over his guards to take him back to his confinement. After striking Y/N across the cheek a second time, I am exploding with rage. But I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can’t do anything to prevent him from hurting her again. I am nailed to the spot by an invisible hand, the two wolves barking at me with their vile teeth sharp and ready for attack.

“Forlat dem. Det er ingen å stoppe ham. Han er den eldste og vi må adlyde. Så lenge hun var fraværende og mesteren var syk ...,” Sol explains to me once our eyes cross and I understand she is the one holding me back. “Vi er like, du og jeg, Loki. Vi begge står igjen i skyggen av vår bror. Vi er begge formørket av våre kjære.”

(Leave them. There is no stopping him. He is the eldest and we must obey. As long as she was absent and the master ill... We are much alike, you and I, Loki. We both are left standing in the shadow of our brother. We are both eclipsed by our loved ones.)

Even though I don’t speak the language, I hear every word she speaks to me. “Who do you think help build Asgard? Where does all that gold come from?,” she asks me, no longer speaking in her strange tongue. “Mangata was the first city. The master and Mani helped Odin build his kingdom and his palace. And in return the master sent Y/N to Odin, so he could help her control her powers.”

“Sol is right,” Mani confirms in a hoarse voice. Y/N has started to block his hands with a force field of starlight, blows of stardust sending chills down Mani’s spine but they’re never enough to harm him. “Father and I created Mangata as much as we created Asgard. We were the first.”

Y/N can’t hold her defences much longer and once she takes a step in the wrong direction and gets hit by Mani’s spear, she falls down onto her knees, clutching her side where a golden substance is seeping from the wound. It is her blood, a rich golden hue befitting a goddess of the stars.

“We shall hold Thor here for as long as we like. The deal you spoke of is with the master, yet it is I who is keeping him alive. So it is I who decided whether or not the deal goes through.”

“I thought brother and sister can’t hurt each other?,” I shout at Sol, who appears to be just as shook as I am.

“It’s impossible,” she mumbles inaudibly. “There is no way this is possible.”

“It appears Asgard has made you weak, sister,” Mani grins wickedly, “I can only imagine what Midgard will do to you.”

Through gritted teeth, Y/N hisses back at Mani. “Jeg skal hente mine barn og bringe oss til Midgard. Min mann som venner der, helter som vil hjelpe meg med å beseire deg. Fordi jeg kommer tilbake, merk mine ord. Og når jeg gjør det, vil Mangata bli min igjen.”

(I will retrieve my children and bring us to Midgard. My husband as friends there, heroes that will help me defeat you. Because I will return, mark my words. And when I do, Mangata will be mine again.)

“Du kan ikke stoppe Ragnarok. Du kan prøve å stoppe meg, men snart vil andre fornemme din svakhet og komme for deg. Hel, Surtur,… De vil jakte deg og skade deg langt mer enn jeg har nå. Du tilhørte aldri Asgard. Du vil aldri høre hjemme i Midgard. Dine barn tilhører Asgard. Din mann tilhører Asgard. Men du tilhører her. Dagen du skjønner det og kommer til å krype tilbake, jeg vil være der du dreper deg.”

(You cannot stop Ragnarok. You can try and stop me, but soon others will sense your weakness and come for you. Hel, Surtur,… They will hunt you down and hurt you far more than I have now. You never belonged in Asgard. You will never belong in Midgard. Your children belong in Asgard. Your husband belongs in Asgard. But you belong here. The day you realise that and come crawling back, I willl be there you kill you.)

The Elemental opens a portal underneath Y/N, sending her tumbling in towards Midgard without much further ado. Yet before Sol can push me into the portal as well, I turn to Mani and Sol and the others one last time. “Y/N is the rightful heir of Mangata. This farce you’re putting up won’t last for much longer. Soon it will be you bowing down to her.”

“I don’t think so. Does she know you are in love with her?,” Mani bites back as the portal swallows me, Sol’s radiant glow obscured by Mani’s sickening dusk. “Because there’s no better weapon than unrequited love.”

“Go to hell, ditt svin.” (you bastard/swine/pig)

“I believe that’s exactly where you’re going, bastard sønn.” (bastard son)

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Tags: @buckys-little-monster @imaginesofeverykind

That next day, Kat and Thor found themselves awkwardly attracted to one another. The situation that had taken part the day before left them feeling somewhat strange whilst talking to one another, especially given that their relationship was nothing more than mere strangers, or rather… coworkers. They got along well, their powers complemented one another, and though they may agree that one another was attractive, it wasn’t particularly a relationship that either of them had considered pursuing. Tabitha and Courtenay, in a whirlwind of both new found and old love, perhaps got a little too swept up and found themselves dragging Kat along in the drift.

However, she was willing to go along with it. For as long as she would last within the team, as much as she already seemed to be dwindling, she decided that she might as well have some fun with it.

She met Thor in the kitchen and dropped a Chinese menu pamphlet in front of him, spinning it so that he could read it.

“Now this right here is pure heaven in your mouth,” Kat announced, tapping the leaflet with her hand. “And as sad as it is, you have a much larger meal selection considering you eat dead animals. But… if we’re going to show you what food to eat, then this is where to start.”

“Right,” Thor said, looking at the pamphlet and flicking through it for a moment, “what, so you just summon them with this special code and they arrive at your residence with the food?”

“Something like that,” Kat nodded, grinning at his naivety towards earth and mobile phones. However, he wasn’t particularly that far off, which humoured her the most. “And once we’ve tried enough food to feed a small village, I’m sure I can throw in a couple lessons on cell phones and the like.”

“Cellphones?” Thor questioned. Kat lifted her mobile. “Ah, the devices you and your friends can’t seem to look away from. What’s so interesting about them?”

“Uh… it’s like an all-knowing book that also allows you to contact friends?” Kat shrugged, unsure as to how she should explain it to him.

Thor almost laughed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You come from a world that we had no idea even existed, Thor. Why is it that a mobile phone has you stumped?” Kat shook her head, scrolling through her contacts. “We’ll catch up on this. For now, decide what you want to order later tonight.”

“A feast,” Thor mused, skimming over the words as Kat pulled up FaceTime and called Tony, who was nestled away somewhere in one of his science-tech rooms.

“What do you want, Buffy?” Tony questioned, flipping up his eye-guards.

“I have a proposal to make,” Kat began, reaching for the notepad that she had doodled on out of boredom only to spit out a couple of neat innovations.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Kat, we’ve already been through this. Bruce and I are together, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

“Whatever, laser-brain,” Kat rolled her eyes, lifting the notepad to show Tony her sketches and well-thought out tech. “I think we both know that Court’s glasses are in dire need of an upgrade. Her focus has been getting worse; she’s been complaining about hearing electronic white-noise, too. Stops her from sleeping at night.”

“Oh, for sure,” Tony nodded, “bring your doodles down to the lab and Bruce and I will give it the once over, though I’m sure I can concoct something to help her out.”

“Awesome,” Kat nodded, “speak later.”

“Ciao.”

Just as she pocketed her cell phone and notepad, Steve appeared from beyond the doorway with a somewhat calm, somewhat on-edge smile.

“If you’re here to lecture about me skipping out on training sessions, I--”

“No, that’s not why I’m here,” Steve smiled. “I’ve been thinking a lot recently, and you’re right. The training is fairly pointless for an individual like yourself, which is why I’ve found a sparring partner that might actually be able to keep up with you.”

“The only person who can even measure up to me is Thor-- oh, right, fantastic,” Kat nodded, sucking on her teeth and placing her hands on her hips. “You know, Steve, I never pinned you as the cupid type. Why’s everybody so obsessed with the idea of him and I, anyway?”

“You both deserve a win,” Steve teased, before becoming serious again. “But seriously, I think this could be good for you. You’re good with combat, though you could get even better. Think about it; what happens if Hulk decides to make an appearance, and this time not for the better? We can’t always rely on Thor, considering he has a Kingdom in outer space to run.”

“Alright, Steve, I get it,” Kat silenced him, though nodded with a smile. “You had me persuaded at Thor,” she joked, shooting finger-guns at him. “See you tomorrow morning.”

“I’m counting on it,” he shot back.

Meanwhile, Tabitha seemed persistent in teaching Bucky how her PlayStation worked, and though the assassin may be skilled and knowledgeable of many platforms of technology, he was completely dumbfounded when it came to gaming.

“I just don’t understand how I-- just how do I make it go,” he complained, turning the controller over in his hands incessantly. “And why is this man just walking-- oh, there he goes, off the cliff. Who the Hell is this guy?”

“His name is Sam Drake; and it’s not his fault, you controlled him to walk off!” Tabitha laughed, snatching the controller away from him before he caused the team to lose.

Courtenay’s character, Chloe, came bounding round the corner and a chortle of laughter could be heard from her room as she witnessed Bucky’s failure before Tabitha took control again.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” she said, cracking her neck. Bucky was completed phased out, unable to comprehend the game as Tabitha and Courtenay managed to pick up the win between themselves, even after the rest of the team had left the game considering how confused the Sam on their team appeared to be. “See? It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t understand how you ever had time to practice this stuff,” he grumbled.

“What do you mean?” Tabitha frowned, “we had plenty of free time, you know. When we weren’t on missions… this is what we were doing.”

“Living the life, huh?” Bucky grinned. “But, yeah, video games aren’t for me.”

“I’ll make a gamer out of you, just you wait,” Tabitha insisted.

“Alright. Let’s make a deal,” Bucky offered, to which Tabitha held her hands out, gesturing to appeal to her. “If I play through this whole Uncharted thing, I get something in return.”

“Oh, yeah, like what?” Tabitha mocked.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, though a grin remained stretched on his lips. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Tabitha caught onto his tone and socked his shoulder. “Don’t be so dirty.”

“I actually didn’t say anything. These are your words, not mine,” he grinned, turning to face her.

“Oh, is that right? It didn’t cross your mind for just one second?” Tabitha irked.

Bucky made a noise, telling her that he had, in fact, had his mind stuffed somewhere in the gutter.

“I knew it!” she laughed, leaning back onto her elbows.

“To be fair, you were thinking it too,” Bucky negotiated, collapsing onto his back before turning to look up at her as she propped herself up beside him. “Right?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, hand upon his face, feeling the stubble beneath her palm and fingertips.

“So you were?” He teased, “look, I’m just trying to have my point proven here--”

Tabitha cut off him off with a firm kiss, one that had been well-earned after their days of tension after their first one. She retreated with a smile, smoothing her thumb over his cheekbone as the two lay, breathing quietly, staring at nothing but each other.

At that moment, Tabitha's phone buzzed with a notification. She pulled it out from her back pocket and inspected the screen, seeing a text message from Kat that she’d shot into the group chat of herself, Tabitha and Courtenay.

1 New Message From: Original Three

Kat: don’t want to alarm you guys or anything but thor and i are totally eating chinese food in his room rn !!

Tabitha: no way, really??

Courtenay: see this is why im the greatest friend, i swear. This is all because of me and you better name your first child after me

Tabitha: dibs being the godmother

Courtenay: that’s fine, i wear the pants anyway. Ill make a fuckin fantastic godfather

Kat: he’s currently gorging on prawn crackers so im sneaking a text any chance i get because HOLY SHIT IM SO NERVOUS

Tabitha: chill its just thor!

Kat: that’s the whole point! It's! Just! Thor!!!!!!!

Courtenay: just be yourself and all that jazz, i mean he thinks ur hot when ur fighting and you look pretty sweaty and gross then so. Can’t really mess up now can u

Kat: thanks, very comforting

Tabitha: seriously, though. Just be yourself. Maybe a little nicer because you’re a grumpy little shit but yeah, be yourself.

Courtenay: make a move before he does

Kat: HE JUST SAID HE’S NEVER EATEN IN THE BEDROOM AND I ALMOST LAUGHED BC THAT SOUNDS SEXUAL

Tabitha: that was your chance to make a move, kat. Please tell me you used it to your advantage

Kat tossed her phone aside to avoid detection as Thor, face-full, grinned over at her, seemingly in an even happier mood than he was before.

“I’m really glad that this is happening. You know, you really need to consider your life choices,” Kat laughed, “perhaps when you return to Asgard you should make Chinese food a thing?”

“No, no, I definitely agree,” Thor grinned through a forkful of chow mein noodles. “My friends would enjoy this thoroughly!”

Kat eyed him suspiciously, looking at the metal trays that he had managed to finish. “Is that your fourth tub?”

“Of much more to come,” he winked, taking another bite.

“Where does it all go?” Kat laughed sincerely, her face pink with her fullness and contentment.

Thor flexed his arms. “I cannot let my mortal form grow weak, for there is a lot to sustain.”

She laughed again, leaning her head on her hand. “If anybody from earth said that, I'd think they were insane.”

“Do you not think of me in that way?” Thor asked.

Kat, pressing her lips together to suppress her smile, shook her head. “No.”

“Then what do you think of me?” he asked, his voice noticeably softer this time.

Feeling a surge of confidence, she traced her hand over the pattern on his black shirt. “I think that you are…”

“Yes?” Thor encouraged, eyes sparkling as she lifted her head, dangerously close now.

“I-- I think that--”

Her voice stuttered with the proximity of the two before they suddenly jerked apart in surprise, the door slamming open with an excitable Courtenay bursting in.

“Hey, guys! Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Kat stared at Courtenay with a look of confusion, a surge of desperate annoyance on her face alongside it.

“Oh no… I am. I heard that there was Chinese food, you know, and I just couldn’t resist…” Courtenay edged forwards, taking a small bag of Chinese fries and backing out of the room again. “Again, so sorry…“

Finally, Courtenay left and shut the door behind her. Kat rubbed her forehead, feeling a mix of shame and agitation, though holding it all in and scooping up her laptop that she’d brought in earlier to play music whilst herself and Thor ate their food.

“How about a movie?” She offered.

Thor's expression deadpanned, telling Kat that he was unsure of what they were, too.

“Moving pictures? A bunch of actors and actresses portraying a scenario?” she offered, trying to see if that would lure any understanding out of him.

“Oh, like theatre?”

“Yeah, sort of,” she agreed, realising with relief that she was somewhat getting through to him.

Kat pulled her laptop between them, booting up a movie she thought that the two of them would be interested in. Their lives were exciting enough that plenty of action-movie plots were dull, so she settled with Jurassic Park as she was sure that Thor had never seen dinosaurs before. However, after the battle in new york, and even Sokovia, she wouldn't be surprised as to what hid away up in the galaxy.

Thor wasn’t particularly subtle now that two two had had some time together, and he threw his arm around her shoulder and held her close as they watched the movie intently. Although he was partially confused, he found himself enjoying the moving pictures so much so that he didn’t immediately realise that Kat, exhausted from her full belly, had fallen asleep on his side.

He almost didn’t know what to do, in fear that he would move too abruptly and wake her from her slumber. He shut the laptop and placed it on the floor, lying still on his back. He was hardly tired, though he daresn't move. Instead, he looked down at the practically unconscious figure next to him, wondering where their relationship now stood. It was apparent that the two of them were near kissing until Courtenay interrupted, and he was certainly leaning towards it. He felt a great deal for her; he respected her in battle and in normality, though the two were one in the same for her. It was… odd.

With a smile, he clicked the lamp off by his side and closed his eyes, holding her tighter against him as he, too, fell asleep.

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Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (7/15)

AU Summary: Y/N goes on her first mission out in the field with the Avengers.

Notes: yeah this is sort of a sucky chapter but it’ll have to do to speed things up lmao i have no patience. forgive me you guys.and yea a mysterious figure appears in this chapter so there’s that. ALSO im not sure if this is a steve x reader fic because i plan on having bucky added as a main character soon. and i like bucky. like a lot. ok cool

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

MASTERLIST

The sound of glass breaking echoed through the halls and all around the empty mansion. A large man wearing a tactical vest and heavy boots stood by the door with his arms crossed and observing the scene in front of him.

“Do they know about her abilities?”

The large man nodded. “Most likely. She’s residing inside SHIELD’s Avenger hq. Extremely hard to break in and kidnap her.”

He watched as the owner of the mansion picked up another glass of scotch, gulped it in one go and flung it across the room, smashing it to pieces. The 5th one this morning.

“Avengers.” he snarled, grimacing as he spoke the name. He took off his white lab coat and wiped the blood of his hands on it. “They took everything I have. Everything I cared about.”

The scientist slumped on a chair and poured himself another drink, this time, keeping the glass unscathed. “They took my creation. And I’m going to get her back.”

******

Y/N has been an Avenger for almost 3 weeks now.

She didn’t do much. Just worked on SHIELD’s security system, their protocols and their tech. Of course, she managed to train as well. On most days, she’ll be in the gym with Natasha and Clint. Sometimes she’ll spar with Steve. Other times, she’ll be in the lab with Tony, either working on something or getting more information about her abilities.

Y/N would run into the twins, too. Wanda and Pietro would try to get her to use her powers again, as it was entertaining to them. Sometimes Vision would be there, studying how Y/N’s abilities work, trying to understand her. That’s all he does anyway. Y/N even got to meet a few close allies, namely Rhodey, War Machine, and Sam, Falcon. Also new members of the Avengers.

And tonight was one of those nights where all of them are in one room.

“There’s a couple of girls eyeing you over there, Steve. Think they’re into older guys?” Natasha smirked as she sipped on her drink.

Steve shook his head while Sam laughed. Not this joke again.

“Oh. One of them seems like my type. Do you think she likes the young and energetic ones?” Sam added.

“Those are called milfs, falcon.” Clint added in, chuckling at his own joke.

Steve hated Tony’s parties. They were always filled with new set of strangers every time. And most of them are women who wears dresses way to short. So he mostly just hangs out by the bar, drinking even though he can’t get drunk. Usually Thor would be by his side but he was out telling stories of Asgard to a small group.

After Clint and Sam running off away from the bar, Steve watched as Natasha stared into her drink and absentmindedly stirred it.

“You know we’re going to find him right? Bruce can’t stay hidden forever.” he said.

Natasha smirked, “Knowing him, he’d probably just be building a house in the middle of nowhere. Getting ready for his life away from civilization.”

“Yeah. Then after that he’d come back to get you.”

Natasha looked at Steve and smiled. She stood up and went to another part of the party. “That’s a nice thought.”

Steve looked around Tony’s penthouse and watched the faces of his teammates enjoying the party. After all they’ve been through, they deserve a little bit of happiness and relaxation from time to time.

After a while, people started to leave one by one. But there are still a few left talking by the couches and the balcony while soft music plays in the background. Steve never left the bar, still drinking.

Then Steve saw Y/N walking towards him.

She was wearing a red dress that fell just right above her knee and had her hair in it’s usual sleek ponytail. Y/N smiled as she accepted a drink from Steve and sat right beside him.

“You’re late.” he smirked, nodding his head towards the rest of the people, chilling.

“I didn’t want to come actually. Wanda forced me.” she said, sipping her drink.

Steve looked over at Y/N. “You look beautiful.”

And just as Y/N thanked him, a large burly man in a navy blue suit appeared behind Steve.

“Lady Y/N! How stunning you look this evening. Your beauty shines brighter than the moon, it rivals even the most beautiful of Asgardian nobilities.” Thor had arrived and held her hand, placing a kiss on it and beaming.

Y/N blushed and saw how Steve shook his head, chuckling at the mighty god.

“Th-thank you, Thor. That’s really—uhmm…” she struggled to find the right word after being complimented like that.

“Melodramatic.” Tony finished for her, coming up beside her. “Don’t worry, Y/N. He often does these Shakespearean soliloquies. He does them at parks, too. At night. Wearing his mother’s drapes.”

“My friend, these are not soliloquies. These are my true thoughts regarding the fair lady over here.” Thor added.

Y/N heard Natasha come up behind the bar and poured herself another drink. A red one in a martini glass. She chuckled at the boys.

“The only way a woman can survive in this team of boys in ridiculous suits is to not give two shits, Y/N.” the widow said, winking at her. “But we can handle it, I’m sure.”

Y/N grinned at all of them and not noticed how the men went shocked and wide-eyed at her expression. They’d never seen her grin so big like that.

“Thanks, Nat. I’m quite good at babysitting children actually.” she said, taking her drink and stepping off her stool, walking away from the group while Natasha laughs at her comment.

“She’ll fit in really well. Don’t you think so, grandpa?” Natasha nudged Steve’s arm, breaking the men’s eye contact away from Y/N’s retreating figure.

“What?” he looked down, embarrassed, as Thor cleared his throat and took a mighty shot of alcohol. Natasha had to chuckle again at how Y/N got the boys perplexed.

“I got dibs.” Tony called out. Natasha groaned and slip out, not wanting to hear this conversation. Men.

Steve looked at him. “You can’t call dibs! Women aren’t–like that!”

“But you want her, too, don’t you, Capsicle?” Tony grinned at him, challenging Steve.

Thor chuckeld heartily as he walked away, glad to be having Jane in his thoughts.

Steve turned his head to look at him then, incredulous. “What happened to Pepper?”

Tony shrugged. "We had a mutual decision to go on a break after…..Ultron. She’s safer with me out of her life.”

Steve looked at his friend and saw that even if he says that without any pain in his eyes, he knows Tony still misses Pepper. Even just a tiny bit.

Steve, just like the others, has nothing holding him back. But he still feels something for Peggy. He can’t deny that. But will Y/N’s presence be strong enough to break away the walls that the Avengers made for themselves? Will she be able to be there for them?

Since Y/N spent a lot of time training and being behind the computer lab the whole time she was at SHIELD, she almost jumped in excitement when she received her first field mission given to her by Fury.

“Nervous?”

Y/N looked up from her seat and saw Steve staring down at her tapping fingers.

“Excited.” she said. Although that doesn’t even begin to describe how Y/N felt at that moment, inside the quinjet. She wanted this so much. Some action. The adrenaline of fighting. Y/N would not be surprised if she was aroused at this second. It was exhilarating to be out in the field again. Why did she deny this all before?

Sanguine was finally free.

“You’re heat signature is highest in your nether regions, Y/N.” Tony’s voice said in the comms unit in her ear. “Are you hot and bothered because of your first assignment? Or is it because of my sexy voice in your ear?”

Y/N sighed audibly and shook her head, feeling Captain America stiffen beside her, who probably heard Tony as well.

“Tony, I swear to God, if you don’t stop, I’ll freeze your suit midair and let you fall into your death.” she retaliated back. “And stop scanning my thermal levels.”

Tony laughed and Y/N heard a light tap from outside the quinjet. No doubt it was Tony, flying beside them. She rolled her eyes and brought her attention back to the suit and armor she was wearing for her mission.

It was a dark blue green and grey body suit with black leather boots and a utility belt. A weapons holster was strapped to her right thigh and her hands had on thick dark gloves. The SHIELD logo and the Avengers symbol was embedded in it. With her hair in a tight and sleek ponytail, everyone had a view of her bare left arm, since her top had no sleeves and was like a tight vest. Y/N chose it that way because it made her move better and comfortable.

Clint called out to them behind the quinjet’s controls. “15 seconds to action! Get ready!”

Y/N and Steve stood up and walked over to the quinjet’s entrance as it opened, still in mid-air. Cold air blew against their faces as Steve looked at Y/N one more time.

“Do you miss this?” he asked, putting on his mask and helmet.

“5 seconds!” Clint shouted towards them.

Sanguine smirked and put on a pair of goggles, “More than anything.”

As soon as the red light in the quinjet turned green, Steve and Y/N jumped out the plane and fell straight down the sky.

Y/N let herself fall down and let the wind blew past her. They were one with the sky and the clouds. The sun was dim but the light was enough to see the marvelous view from above. It was a great feeling. She loved every moment of it.

And for a moment, why, Y/N believed she belonged in the heavens. Beside the sun, the clouds and the stars.

But then the clouds around them dispersed and the land beneath them came into view. They have to land soon.

Y/N saw Steve open up his parachute and eventually make his descend to the ground. That’s when Y/N focused on the iron in her blood and decreased their gravitational pull, slowing down her descent.

Soon she felt herself stop and the heels of her feet touched something hard. Concrete. Steve took off his gear and walked next to Y/N.

“That was quite fun.” she said, throwing the goggles off then walking away and getting ready for their attack on the HYDRA base in the middle of a Chinese forest.

He huffed and pulled out his shield as armed men started to get out.

“Beautiful landing, sweetheart.” they heard Tony laugh in their comms, as he flew above Steve’s head.

Steve went on disarming every agent HYDRA has that’s trying to take him down at the moment. That meant more fighting. After taking down the last man outside the base, Steve looked around him and ran up towards the entrance where Y/N went to right after they’ve arrived.

He didn’t have any trouble looking for Y/N because that woman left a trail of either dead or unconscious bodies. Turning around at a corner, Steve found Sanguine crouched over a control panel of some sort.

“I found them.” she said, her eyes skimming over the screen and then pressing a button on the panel. A loud alarm went through the whole building and Y/N looked at Steve in worry.

“What has Tony done now?” he groaned as he turned around and ran out, finding the source of the commotion starting up somewhere in the building.

Y/N went back to the screen in front of her and quickly disarmed the building’s security system. After that, she went to follow Steve, taking down any enemy that dared crossed her path.

“Where are they, Barton?” she asked, using her comms unit to communicate with Hawkeye who was in the air with the quinjet.

“Eastern part of the building. Keep going on that hall.” he answered. “They’re having trouble containing HYDRA agent and I can’t get a clear shot.”

Then as Y/N ran towards the place where Clint instructed, she sensed something and quickly ducked her head behind a wall.

BOOM

An explosion ruined the wall and the entryway to the East wing, revealing Iron Man and Captain America working harmoniously but painstakingly against the many HYDRA agents around them. They were trapped in an endless battle with bullets and gunned men.

But then Y/N focused her ability in every bullet in the air and used those to hit all opponent’s body in one swift motion. They were all unconscious or dead.

Y/N looked at both men, breathing heavily from the fight. Steve kicked away a body as he made his way towards her, taking off his helmet in the process.

“Thank you, Sanguine.” he said.

Tony whistled and got out of his suit, wearing only sweats underneath. “Y/N. You are incredibly useful.”

Y/N shrugged. “I try.”

“Ok. Where are the people we’re supposed to save?” Tony asked as he tinkered with the room’s control panel and computers, finding a way to extract all of HYDRA’s files.

Y/N pointed at the wall across them, the one not smashed into rubble. “Secret door.”

That perked his ears up. “Take over for me, FRIDAY.”

“Yes, sir.”

As Tony left FRIDAY do the technical work in the hard drive he’s inserted into the computer, he walked over to the wall and pushed it, revealing a small door that led to a room with dim lights and metal cages. Pairs of eyes stared at Tony, Steve and Y/N as they opened the doors.

“Bingo.”

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The Tournament Of The Archomentals: Part 1

As background, which I may spell out later: I started DM’ing a game of Dungeons and Dragons last summer. It was my first time ever playing the game, AND I was running it. I got a few friends who were interested and we all kind of learned as we went. 

We started playing the pre-made intro adventure “Lost Mine Of Phandelver” in June, and segued into the “Curse of Strahd” about two months after that. I led a five-month campaign in which the vampiric Big Bad ended up sneezing to death, because Dungeons and Dragons is a weird game sometimes. This is the third arc, which narratively connects the adventures of four players and everyone they’ve met along the way. It’s my first attempt at a fully original campaign, although it borrows themes and plot points from some familiar pop culture pieces, as well as using some canonical D&D lore. 

At this stage, everyone is a Level 10 character. These are the notes I normally type out to the players, as they literally cannot remember things between biweekly sessions, but thought it might be fun to start posting them for all to read. We had two new players decided to join the game this time around, which is why a tournament celebrating eight gods has six participants. I bet you’d ask because the players asked and were kinda asses about it.

The story picked up right at the end of the last session, with the gnome Garrick hurrying over to your campsite. He noted that he was excited but a little annoyed you guys waited so long to come back. Turns out what felt like a few weeks for you was 10 years in Neverwinter. During that time, your efforts at Wave Echo Cave have essentially turned Neverwinter into a rich, bustling ecosystem. And since then, you have become folk heroes that helped turn this place from Brookyln in the 1980s to Brooklyn now. (Lots of skinny jeans in Neverwinter now.)

Garrick had been holding your place in The Tournament of the Archomentals, which celebrates the 1,000-year anniversary of the defeat of the god Asmodeus. Asmodeus arose thanks to the assassination of Mystra, a goddess in charge of maintaining The Weave. The Weave is like the Force, only for magic, and killing her set off a chain reaction in which reality itself was warped and changed. Asmodeus was a decently powerful wizard before Mystra’s death, but The Spellplague (also known as the “Blue Breath Of Change”) then ensued after Mystra’s assassination turned him into a god-like figure. He turned the lands into hell itself with his empowered Ruby Rod, and was only defeated when the 8 archomentals (beings of supreme power in the earth, air, water, and fire planes of the multiverse) combined for the first time ever to defeat him.

The tournament involves four contests, after each week one of the five remaining teams is eliminated. Each contest celebrates of plane of elemental existence. Garrick’s an organizer, but not an architect, of the arenas in which these contests take place. He’s sort of a coach, but more of a fanboy at heart. (He may or may not have playing cards of the four heroes of Wave Echo Cave.) However, it won’t just be you in the contest: Since the challenges are designed for parties of six, Garrick has two more people that he’s gotten to fight along side you in order to balance out your team’s strengths and weaknesses. In no way did anyone think this was all major foreshadowing for the return of Asmodeus at the end of the tournament, which pleased the DM as he did not have to massively rewrite the narrative he had been planning for a month and a half.

As he takes you into the cathedral in which the tournament’s festivities are arranged, you see Mystra’s symbol above the cathedral door: it’s a red mist rising to the heavens, with seven stars surrounding it. The seven stars represent the seven schools of magic in this universe. 

Inside, you see that Gundren Rockseeker (who gathered you all together on your adventure to find the Lost Mine of Phandelver) is one of the architects, along with three others: 

 Artin Battlehammer (Dwarf): A stout, keenly intelligent creature with an eye towards designing strongholds than looting them with treaure

Theren Amastacia (Elf): Think Cate Blanchett in LOTR, but somehow hotter

Kallista Orianna (Tiefling): about 6’, purple skin, horns that extend out from her eyebrows about 15’’ in a 45 degree angle. A large tail slinks back and forth behind her. She seems to regard you with distrust, whereas the others barely acknowledge your existence

From there, after exchanging pleasantries with Gundren, you met your two other teammates: a half-orc Fighter named Kieran Lonesword and a human Bard named Danfielding. You also meet a halfing named Vivienne, a gruff fashion designer/wizard who allows you all to create your own hero within the world of the Tournament. (In real-world parlance: This is a chance to re-spec your character.) Arzgarth Riffrocker the Paladin stayed the same. Peter Dinklage the Cleric switched his Domain to “Tempest” in order to indulge his inner Thor. Chad The Conqueror switched from Paladin to Warlock, which was badass on all levels. Demora the Rogue did not participate in this, as in real life she was very sick, so everyone established the canonical fiction that she had consumed room-temperature shrimp as her first meal in Neverwinter and was horrifically nauseous. This was not badaass on any level.

Vivienne also gave everyone a pin to help brand this team: a silver pin with the face of the monkey the group adopted in Barovia, Piccolo. Chad was greatly delighted by this development, as he loved Piccolo more than anything in the world. Garrick led you all the antechamber, a long hallway with paintings of the Archomentals on each side. He explained that this first exhibition honored the Earth Archomentals, Ogrémoch (generally eeevvvviiiiil) and Sunnis (generally pleeeeesssaaant). He told you that the fight was based on “Rock, Paper, Scissors,” and to avoid the dome protecting you from the audience that would be watching. Also, he noted that there was audience participation: Above the arena would be a wheel that would spin after everyone had completed a round of combat, in which something fun or terrible might happen.

You walk up to the final painting of the antechamber, and it’s of none other than Asmodeus himself. He’s painted as a twenty-foot figure crushing the hordes of fighters that had assembled to defeat him. In his hands is the Ruby Rod to which Garrick alluded earlier. This painting lifted up to reveal a circular platform inside, and a bright light illuminating it from above. Peter Dinklage kissed the three middle fingers of his left hand and held them up, because he’s a dick.

You all get on the platform, and ride it up. You see you’re in a dome that’s about 30 yards in diameter. On the periphery, two smaller but similar looking trees reside. In the center of it is a huge, beautiful tree. Facing it at forty-five degrees on each side are two stone statues, reminiscent of the Terracotta Army. It’s a beautiful, lush landscape, and your eyes go from that to realizing you’re surrounded on all sides by spectators. You can hear them, but the sounds are muffled due to the invisible dome. Due north in the crowd is a smallish section for the Tournament Architects, and the Wheel stands above them. The options on the wheel read:

Hale and Hearty

SkullCracker

Flight of Fancy

Ring Around The Posey

Amor-All

Broken Mirror

Well of Haste

Electric Slide

The fight begins when the fighters try to use magic to assess the area, which wakes up both the central tree and the stone golems. The tree does a lot of damage when it hurls a boulder at the entire party, forcing Danfielding to heal everyone up quickly. Just when it looks like the initial flurry was over, a dozen ropes descended from the top of the dome, and twelve men looking like Santa’s Elves gone to seed landed with a thud on the ground, wielding large sickles. “We’re the Scissors Gang, here to kick your ass!” the leader declared. Much head shaking was done by all at the DM’s voice for these creatures, but they said nothing, for lo, the DM had bought the pizza that night. Rock (golems), Paper (tree), and Scissors (Bastard Keebler Elves) had finally all assembled.

Combat continued for a few rounds. After the first, the audience wheel landed on Ring Around The Posey, which had the effect of switching all the elements to which these creatures were either vulnerable or immune. That wasn’t too obvious to the heroes, who mostly marveled at the fact that Kieran could seemingly roll nothing but twenties on her first night. The initial batch of Scissors Elves were eliminated fairly handily, as Peter and Danfielding teamed up to essentially roll the elves into the electrified dome like bowling pins, but the group couldn’t make their way to the tree (which had raised up the other two to help attack) nor make much headway with the golems.

Round two started with Flight Of Fancy, which made the entire arena zero-gravity. A new group of Scissor gangmembers floated down like a group of skydivers, which the DM erroneously called “plane jumpers,” because the DM had had a fucking week, so back off. Once again, Peter and Danfield feasted on these creatures, singeing them all with fire. Arzgarth teleported on top of a golem, and struck him down towards the earth. Kieran then curbstomped this sucker to death, and wove the newly-formed floating pebbles into a cape, because apparently half-Orcs have proficiency in Etsy. The DM granted Kieran a point of inspiration, because holy crap, you guys. The audience, on the other hand, threw up in their mouth a little at the violent (albeit creative) display before them.

Meanwhile, Chad decided to use his Warlock abilities to take over the mind of the tree, which it then ordered to hit itself with the boulder over and over again. Not only did the central tree take damage because of this, but so did the other trees. Everyone enjoyed telling the tree to stop hitting itself.

With the combatants earthbound for the next round, the wheel landed on Electric Slide, at which point lighting emerged from the Piccolo pins and singed every player. No one enjoyed that, not even Chad.

Finally, Chad realized he had a Warlock spell that could essentially incinerate plant life, which probably would have helped them out in the first round of combat. Game, set, match, ex-masochistic sentient tree. Garrick ran into the arena, pleased by the results. He noted that they came in second overall in terms of quickest victory, as another team had used that plant spell off the bat, which made things much easier.

Just then, the sky went dark, the wheel started spinning of its own accord, and glowed red from its central point. Just as soon as it started, everything went back to normal. The architects retreated hastily, and a nervous Garrick told the group to rest up for the next event in two weeks’ time.

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Um, I saw your response to one post about the whole "grab Sephiroth and throw him somewhere far away from the planet", and I am really curious about this headcanon of FF7's "Hell" and this Earth=Gaia stuff. Is this connected to this headcanon you mention about, "Raison d'etre"? Is it all right you could tell us more about this, 'cause I really want to know more about this?

Aww, glad someone is curious enough about this (The anon is talking about this post). Even though most would put up something comedic or something, this idea of ours (remember my friend who came up with a tragic “Genesis’ sacrifice”? Same one, even this idea has some similar elements) takes a much darker turn ;P

Well, I was going to explain a little bit, but I decided to let it all out. But do be careful that it might contain a bit of spoiler to my “Raison d’etre” Headcanon plus “unofficial fan sequel fanfic of “Beloved”” (yes, still strifesodos), So, here’s the info:

Three important realms: Planet Earth (an alternate version of our world), the Astral Boundary (”Heaven”), and the Event Horizon (”Hell”)

Three Main Gods as “Representatives” the Planet: Gaea, Ouranos, and Pontus. They’re the main creators of this world.

In the original concept: when it comes to Death, souls will “Depart from the Planet, depending how blessed or damned they are.”

The Astral Boundary, original name: Akasha, is an ethereal plane that surrounds the Planet. All gods and goddesses reside there. It’s also the place where all blessed worthy souls go after death, becoming one with the plane.

The Event Horizon, original name: Tartarus, is a void that exist within space. Other gods and demons reside there. It’s also the place where all damned sinful souls go after death, being erased to nothingness. However, the ”system” of this realm has a flaw.

Two Chosen Representatives of the Realms: Minerva of the Astral Boundary and Diabolos of the Event Horizon. Each have their own Disciples: Minerva has Michael (note: despite the name, Michael is female) while Diabolos has Lucifer.

Janus, the “Two-faced God of Beginnings and Endings” serve as an advisor for Gaea, Ouranos, and Pontus, and also a mediator to both Minerva and Diabolos and every gods of both realms.

As time passed for Planet Earth, a mass majority of sinful souls starts to grow at a drastic number than pure souls. Especially how there was the most catastrophic event of the “Great War”, which later lead to the complete extinction of mankind and the extinguish of the Earth’s core.

Because of the overflowing sinful souls, the Event Horizon suffers a flaw: the Event Horizon is nothingness, and these souls were actually becoming one with this realm. But unlike the Astral Boundary, this procedure starts to corrupt the “Event Horizon”. Soon, this realm develop its own personality and ego. that it craves for more souls, making the Event Horizon uninhabitable as the realm starts to devour its residents. Only few (ie. Diabolos, Lucifer, Hades, Leviathan, Ifrit, Typhon, Kujata, Bahamut, etc.) manage to escape to the Astral Boundary.

The Event Horizon also create its own Avatar to represent it (first known as Tartarus, but later goes with numerous names and titles, such as “The “Will” Beyond the Void”, ThErIoN, Mephistopheles, The Imaginary Number, Legion, The Devil, and many others, but it’s mostly well-known to be addressed as “The One with Many Names”), and later gave birth to two “children”: “Erebos the Dread” and “Jenova the Calamity” along with other “lesser Beasts” (Think of them as the Great Ones from “Bloodborne”)

Gaea and Ouranos decided to commence the Planet’s Rebirth. But, to revive the Planet and help bring the forth new human civilzation, the two must sacrifice their existence.

Before that happen, they made preparation: First, the created Cosmos, “The Celestial Child”, who will protect the mankind from the upcoming threat from the corrupted Event Horizon; and Second, they decided to make alteration for “Afterlife System”. According to Janus, the Astral Boundary will break numerous time in the future by the Event Horizon, making it uninhabitable for the Gods and the future Pure Souls. So, because the Planet’s core is “beyond repair”, they decided to make this a place where the souls shall rest.

That’s when Pontus comes to help. He relinquish his position from godhood as he drains all his “blood”/spirit energy and transfer to the Planet, so that his discarded energy can accept any souls of the deceased (which will now be known as the Lifestream). This lead him to be “demoted” as a “female water nymph” in a special hidden location among the planet (a lake known as “Avalon Mirror”), who will later play an important role as “The Lady of the Lake”.

Also, with this alteration, The Lifestream shall represent both “Heaven” and “Hell”. That way, both worthy and sinful souls can “Return to the Planet”. Now, the sinful souls can no longer Depart to the Event Horizon, as all the gods hoped that this new procedure will cease the further “corruption” to the Event Horizon.

However, “The One with Many Names” is not pleased with this change as it demands more souls to the Event Horizon in the future as normal. As all gods refuse to “restore the original system”, it made an “assassination attempt” on Cosmos. Though it failed to kill her, it successfully damaged her psyche (in a form of a “virus”), rendering her comatose, with very low chance of restoration, leaving the mankind of this reborn Planet in danger in the future. Thus, the Avatar of the Event Horizon along with its “children” declared war against the gods. This became well known as “The War of the Beasts”.

Loki and his Three Children, Jormungandr, Fenrir, and Hel, are the first casualties of this war, being devoured by Erebos, this War’s Juggernaut. (Actually, Erebos devours Loki, while his children were defeated and spirited away to the Event Horizon, suffering a Fate Worse than Death).

Zeus, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Mars, Venus, Osiris, Isis, Horus, Anubis, Thoth, Ra, Set, Vishnu, Brahma, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Susanoo, Dryad, Thor, Freyja, Baldr, Tyr,  Azazel, Mammon, Azrael, Metatron, Sandalphon,  and many other gods and goddesses were devoured by Erebos during the War of the Beasts.

Suzaku (now known as Phoenix), is the only survivor of his unit as he witness his comrades (Seiryu, Byakko, Genbu) and his captain, Koryu, being devoured by Erebos.

With Janus’ advise, Minerva and Diabolos, along with their Diciples and each of thieir units (Micheal’s: Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel; Lucifer’s: Satan, Belial, Leviathan), they decided to have a Final Battle against Erebos in order to banish him and the Beasts back to the Event Horizon and make the Astral Boundary as a sealed barrier.

Before leaving to battle, Janus request both Michael and Lucifer to offer him each of their “essenses/will”, for his future “project”.

Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Satan, and Belial were devoured during the battle. Diabolos barely manage to escape from Erebos by “degenerating” himself from his god shell to a “Demi” (who will play an important role for both Chaos and Merlin). Lucifer was slowly “spirited away to the Event Horizon”, Michael use her “trump card” by letting herself be devoured, as unleashed a “kamikaze” within Erebos, burning him from the inside and destroyed his “outer shell”. This results Erebos being reduced to a pitiful, vulnerable state that could not handle the exposure of the Planet’s environment/atmosphere

“The One with Many Names” was forced to reclaim his “son” back to the Event Horizon along with the other Beasts. in a form of a “ceasefire”. Then Minerva finally made the seal, still aware of Janus’ warning that the “ceasefire will end as the seal shatters”.

Before Gaea and Ouranos finally commence the Rebirth and cease to exist, the two offer their “wills” to Janus for him to continue his future “project”.

All the surviving gods (Ifrit, Shiva, Ramuh, Odin, Atlas (aka Titan), Bahamut, Kujata, Typhon, Hades, Suzaku (aka Phoenix), Leviathan) decided to disguise themselves as humans to observe mankind’s progress, but must go under oath that they must not get involved with human affair. Only Minerva, chosen a representative in the Lifestream, and Diabolos, now a “Demi-god/Incubus” human individual, are exceptional. (Diabolos will die and suffer a tragic fate around the time King Arthur is born).

Like Minerva and Diabolos, Janus is also exceptional. However, after leaving behind his “blueprints for the WEAPONs” and his “creations” (The “Akashic Record” (Codename:Aither), an “Archetype” (artificial human) that serve as “The Will Among the Plane” and substitute for Cosmos; Enkidu, “The (soon-to-be) Will Within the World” and the “catalyst” for his other “creation”, Gilgamesh, who will be provided an important role regarding to the Champions such as Solomon, Alexander, Roland, Jeanne, King Arthur, etc.) while his disciples, Chronos and the Norns, focus of trying to restore Cosmos, he vanished without a trace. Many gods believed he got devoured by the Event Horizon, most believed he forsaken them and the Planet, while Minerva and Diabolos and Janus’ disciples might know what happen to him, but remained silence (for his own safety).

Even though the seal is strong enough to prevent Erebos and the lesser Beasts from descending to the Planet, it’s still not enough to prevent the realm’s Avatar (as his existence is equal to the gods) from entering the Planet’s undetected, watching from the shadows… waiting… and take action whenever humanity has a darkest desire that need to be granted. (yeah, think of that “Devil” as a combination of Kyuubey, Yuki Terumi, and Junko Enoshima). Especially how one of the desires the Entity granted for the Wayward Cetra of granting her a new God to worship by bringing his second child, Jenova, to descend to the Gaia. Knowing some day in the distant future, “The One with Many Names” will succeed its plan to restore its eldest child, shatter the boundary and purge all mankind… 

Phew! Finally let it out.

Well, I could go over more on Gilgamesh’s history on Planet Gaia and how this will involved with future champions (Solomon, Alexander, Arthur, etc.) to be born after him along with the “Akashic Record”, but I’ll wait if anyone’s starts to get interested with this headcanon.