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Only You

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pairings - Henry Cavill x (female) reader

words - 1782

warnings - swearing, smut smut smut (but turned out a little fluffier than i expected ngl)

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You found yourself in the same position whenever he finished a project. Except this time was worse - much worse. Superman, whilst attractive, was not quite as thirsted after as Geralt was turning out to be. And the series had only been out a day.

Watching everyone else lust after your boyfriend was bad enough, but there was already a part of you that was jealous about his worryingly realistic on-screen. You had mentioned your feelings to a couple of your friends but they told you that the feelings would soon pass. You had also mentioned it to Henry, but he seemed preoccupied at the time. This, of course, left you with a weird mix of emotions that you found incredibly hard to navigate. What worried you most, however, was if your emotions did get the better of you, how that would then impact your relationship with Henry. Why the fuck was adulthood so fucking hard.

A call from Henry drags you out of your daze, and you realise you had been sitting at the breakfast bar for so long that your tea had gone cold. You pour the tea down the sink before answering the call.

"Hey, love, how're you doing?" The sound of his voice instantly brings you down from your panicked state, as it always does.

"I'm okay, you?" You reply as you set about making another cup of tea.

"Tired, but good. I'm nearly home, by the way."

"Define nearly?" As the kettle comes to a boil and clicks off, you hear the doorbell ring. You practically run over to the door and open it wide, a smile spreading across your face.

"I forgot my key."

"It was unlocked already, babes." Henry shrugs whilst grinning and you take the opportunity to hug him tightly. His large arms engulf your form as you revel in his presence. "I've missed you."

"I was only gone a week."

"It's felt like so much longer!" You release him slightly and give him a loving kiss. He kisses you again before picking you up and carrying you into the house. "Did you not miss me too?" You ask after he sets you down again.

"Of course I did, why do you ask?" He takes out another mug and finishes your abandoned tea for you whilst making one for himself. You perch on the edge of the breakfast bar and tuck your hands underneath you.

"You didn't say it back is all." You look down at your swinging feet as he brings your tea over for you. Henry tilts your head up to look him in the eyes.

His voice is lower when he next speaks. "Is there anything bothering you?" Sighing, you launch into a monologue regarding your feelings and how you do trust him, honest, it's just sometimes hard to remember how you hold me sometimes and if that's actually real when the things you do on-screen with people feels so much more real, yknow? He chuckles a little at this before kissing you slowly.

"I'm sorry it's just -"

"Sweetheart, I know." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear before taking a sip of his tea. "That is good fucking tea."

"Henry stay on topic!" You couldn't help but giggle, yet the niggling feeling is still preying at your mind.

"Right, yes, sorry. The fact that my on-screen kisses are so realistic. Do you want to know the truth?" A wave of panic rushes through you, and you feel your cheeks flush and your heart hammering against your chest.

"Please." Your voice is so much quieter now. He leans in, kisses up your cheek to your ear and whispers, "I always imagine I'm kissing you." He slips a hand towards your waist, drawing you forward so you're pressed up against him.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, and the silence is broken by Henry muttering, "I love you, and only you, and that is never going to change." Your breathing is becoming heavier now, and you can feel the heat radiating off Henry's skin which only adds to your already flustered cheeks. He kisses you more passionately now, and in response you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer. He starts kissing along your jawline, and down your neck, lingering over the most sensitive parts.

"I believe you," you whisper, breathless.

Henry leans away, smirking a little. "You sure? You seem to have doubts." He picks you up, and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist. "I think I might have to show you exactly who you belong to."

"Might you now?" You kiss his forehead gently as he carries you into the bedroom.  

"Yes, princess, I might." He throws you down onto the bed and you let out a small giggle, but you quickly grow quiet as you see how serious Henry is. He raises a single eyebrow as he joins you on the bed, leaning over you and, once again, kissing your neck. But this time he starts to suck and bite a little. You let a small moan escape your lips as you feel warmth spread across your body.

"I've got meetings tomorrow," you complain, but secretly hoping that it will only encourage him more. Sure enough, he only moves onto the other side of your neck to continue his mission there, before moving across your collar bones.

"Even better then," he replies, looking up at you from his position on your chest and grinning a very wide grin. He moves back up to your mouth, kissing you deeply and passionately, moaning a little. You can feel his arousal against your leg, which only makes you even more desperate to feel him inside you.

"I need you, Henry," you manage to get out between breaths. He gives you one last kiss before sitting up, taking off his shirt quickly and you follow suit. Your hands fumble at his belt as his expertly take your bra off. Once you are both free from your constraints, and your naked torsos come into contact, you wonder how on earth you had any doubts about where his love lay. The emotions passing wordlessly between you overwhelms you, and the only way you know how to fully express everything you are feeling is to hold Henry even closer despite him attempting to take his trousers off.

"Let me go a little, love, I promise I won't go far." You reluctantly relax your grip on his back a little as he kicks off his jeans. "There we go." He moves your legs slightly more open with his knees so he can rest between them. After getting comfortable, he places gentle kisses along your chest and breasts, smirking a little as he notices the rising bruises on your neck and collar bones. You lie back and close your eyes, feeling Henry navigate your body through touch, shivering every so often as his cool breath comes into contact with your warm body.

When he gets to your pants, he pauses a little which makes you glance down at him. You give him a small nod and, with your blessing, slips your pants off, leaving you completely exposed to him - the thought alone sending another wave of heat through your body. Henry places kisses across the inside of your thighs as his fingers start teasing you.

"Oh, (Y/N), you really do need me." He licks upwards, catching your clit at the end and sending a jolt through your body.

"Speak for yourself." He sends his fingers in deeper, in an attempt to stop you from speaking. It worked, of course. You draw a deep breath in and let out a soft moan as Henry continues to tease you and pleasure you. After a few more minutes, your breathless voice says "I'm getting close, Henry."

"Cum for me then baby girl," his teeth graze the inside of your thigh, drawing more blood to the surface and giving you yet another hickey, but this time in a more private spot. The sensation makes you cum, and you feel the shivers run up and down your body, your pussy clenching around Henry's fingers. Once you've come down, he takes out his fingers and licks them clean, moaning a little. After he's done, he stands up and kicks off his own boxers, before leaning back over you.

"You're not expecting me to cum again are you?" You giggle, playing with his hair a little. He flips you over and moves you upwards, closer towards the headboard.

"You might want to hold on to that, love." You do as you're told, drawing yourself up onto all fours and grasping the top of the headboard with both hands. He moves your hair so it's hanging over one shoulder, before trailing his fingertips down your back, scratching it ever so slightly.

"Henryyyy." You moan, getting restless yet again.

"Patience, princess." You could hear the smirk in his voice without having to turn around, and you hang your head between your arms, praying that he would just hurry up and -

"Fuck!" You gasp as he enters you deeply and unexpectedly. Henry also mutters a few expletives before grasping your hips, his hands holding you tightly against him before he starts pumping in and out of you. Your grasp on the headboard becomes weaker as you feel a cool wave run over your body and through your shoulders. Henry, noticing this, pulls out and lays down beside you, guiding you on top of him.

You happily oblige and begin riding him, enjoying watching his face as you pleasure him. His hands run up and down your sides, cupping your breasts every so often. Henry holds onto your hips and keeps you in place as he rucks up into you, obviously getting closer. You let your own hands run scratches along his chest, giving him his own reminding marks of who he belongs to.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Henry grunts before he finishes, and feeling him tense inside you causes your own second release. You both breathe heavily and moan quietly, each in your own world of pleasure. Once you've both come down, you rest on his chest.

"I love you too, Henry," you whisper back, running your fingertips along the scratches on his chest.

"Your meetings tomorrow - how important are they?" Henry asks after a moment.

"Not very."

"You might need to cancel them then," he looks down at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You just roll your eyes and settle down beside him, enjoying having your boyfriend back with you once again, along with the helpful reminders that will probably last a few days.

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High Tide - Chapter 7

It took nearly another half day of rocky ocean and quesy feelings before I was able to see the island clearly. The majority of the stolen cargo was stored beneath decks, hidden away between our own cargo, should an inspection occur. The crew had sorted through the boxes and taken out the the items we could sell to bring in a little more cash for repairs and to free up space. Loki had not said anything to me since that morning, despite us working together to get all the crates in their rightful positions and making preparations to dock. Kidd had shown me the ropes - quite literally in fact - in order to try and get me more involved in ship life.There were plenty of other skills to be learnt - swordsmanship, marksmanship... Perhaps it was something to bring up at the hotel tonight if I were to share a room with Loki.

My muscles gave out a dull ache as I found myself, once again, staring out to sea and watching the land mass come ever closer. It seemed that ship life consisted of the same routine, repeated every few hours, with the odd bit of excitement; docking at a new port being one of them. From what I could see it was a small port town, with the buildings slowly dying off the higher up the hill they went. The entire island only seemed a few kilometers long, and tourism seemed to be their main business, along with perhaps farming. Boats were scattered across the port, some larger than others but none bearing a national flag - a safe haven for those with more dangerous purposes.

"What do you think of it?" Loki's voice whispered behind me. I had been so encapsulated in sizing up the town that I hadn't noticed his footsteps.

"It looks quaint. Much nicer than my town at least." I muttered back, not bothering to turn around.

"Your town was nice - just in a different sense of the word." He came to my side and adopted the same position, staring straight ahead at our destination. "I can't help the feeling that you're angry at me," he said after an awkward silence.

"I could say the same thing to you." At this I turned to look at him, crossing my arms and leaning against the railing with my hip. "You haven't said a word to me since our exchange this morning." He cast me a sideways glance before returning his gaze to the island and sighing a deep breath. The crew were calling out to one another, preparing for docking, and the energy on board began to grow.

"We'll be sharing a room together tonight. I do hope that's alright. When I wrote to reserve you weren't on board."

"I'll only share a room with you on shore if you tell me what is going on inside that head of yours," I said as I watched him closely to see if I could catch some sort of reaction. The wind was picking up, and I started to grow goosebumps along my arms and shiver slightly.

"Let's go into my cabin." He reached an arm around my shoulders as he lead me into his cabin, pulling out a chair for me to sit in as he sat across from me, putting his feet up on the table. "I can't tell you everything about me, (Y/N), mainly because it would take too long. The reason I was awkward this morning was because of the events of last night. I didn't exactly know how to process it all..." He wouldn't meet my eye, and everything he said was with a stiffer tone compared to what I was used to. I get up from my seat and walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and trying to contain my annoyance.

"Loki - I don't need your entire back story. Whatever happened last night... whatever your feelings towards me may be... we can put it behind us." I didn't want to put it behind us, I wanted to explore it as much as I wanted to explore the ocean. But if this relationship wasn't sorted out, Loki could easily leave me at a port in the middle of nowhere and I would have to fend for myself in an entirely new world. A part of myself was annoyed by my dependancy on him, but a larger part of me knew that he was essential in me reaching my dreams.

He didn't say anything for a few moments but then stood up suddenly, weaving his hand around me and holding me to him as his other hand tilted my face up to meet his. My lips parted as I gasped from the sudden contact, allowing for his tongue to slide gracefully across them. I allowed my own tongue to reach up and meet his as his hand traced my jaw, following the lines down to my neck to my shoulder, holding me ever closer. Our breathing became heavier as the air around us became thicker with lust and need. My mind was only focused on his touch as his hands traced my bare arms whilst mine held onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground myself. I broke away first, out of breath. Loki's forehead came to rest on mine as his breathing slowed to a more normal pace and his hands came to rest on my hips.

"I don't want to put it behind us," he muttered, his eyes closing slowly. "I want you."

"Why didn't you just say that?" I laugh under my breath, the impossibility of the situation striking me square in the chest.

"I didn't know that's what I wanted until now." His eyes opened to meet mine, the same twinkle had resparked inside of him, and I began to realise how delicate he was inside, even if the rest of his body didn't give away his inner turmoil.

"This will definitely make tonight a lot more interesting." He chuckled at this before kissing me again, this time slower and more controlled, but the lust was still there, just barely being reined in.

"And I hope this forgives my behaviour earlier." He held me at arms lengths, taking in my flustered appearance.

"I'm sure I'll be able to get over it."

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High Tide - Chapter 6

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I woke up the next morning ready to hurl my guts over the side of the ship. My head spun rapidly, and I could barely turn from one side to the other without feeling as if I had fallen into the sea and the waves were spinning me ferociously.

I tried to focus on one point of the cabin, but the bunk swung slightly along with the waves which only worsened the effect. Fuck this pirate life, I'm never drinking that much again, regardless of the occasion. Loki flashed into my mind, and for a few moments I was tempted to call out to him, until I remembered what had happened between us last night. Was I ashamed? No, definitely not. I had been wanting to kiss Loki since the first moment I saw him in that dimmed light by the docks. But did I want to kiss him whilst I was completely unaware of what was happening? Absolutely no. Yet if my memory served me correctly he had stopped me before I was able to do anything truly stupid, thank God.

The ship gave a lurch and so did my stomach, and I knew then I had to get outside. I stumbled my way out of the bunk, head still spinning as I attempted to steady myself before braving having to go out on deck. Pushing open the doors, I saw Loki sat at the table scribbling something on the corner of a map.

"Glad to see you up and about, finally." He looked up then, his face dropping slightly. "Are you alright? You look like a ghost." I shook my head at him, motioning to my stomach as I ran past him, still in my underclothes. "Oh God." He followed me carefully out onto the deck, my vision slowly going more and more blurry the closer I got to the edge. I vaguely heard Loki mumble some words to the rest of the crew, before taking up my hair in his hands as I threw up over the side of the ship.

"I'm never drinking that much again," I managed to say in between ragged breaths.

"That's what they all say." I could practically hear Loki's smirk in his voice but he still held my hair back and rubbed my shoulders carefully with his other hand. "Are you done?" I breathed deeply again, just to make sure, before slowly nodding my head and standing up straight again. "Here, have some water." I gratefully took it, swirling it around inside my mouth before spitting over the side of the ship again.

"Loki..." I began to say before he cut me off.

"We're docking at a port tonight, and planning to stay at one of the hotels where I have connections for a day, just to give the ship some rest. Maybe you'll be able to get back your sea legs then." His normal cheeky demeanour was gone, and he began to turn away but I held his arm before he could walk any further.

"Please can we talk about what happened last night." He looked carefully at me, his jaw hard-set and eyes seemingly darker than they were a few moments ago.

"There's nothing to talk about," he muttered before stalking up to the helm to talk with Kidd who was eyeing me every so often. What on Earth did he mean by that? I couldn't help but feel a little offended as I made my way to the bow, sitting down at the front and focusing on the horizon as the crew bustled about with various tasks. If only my mother could be with me now. I hadn't quite realised how much I had missed her prescence until that moment, looking out at the endless world that was mine for the taking. Despite this, there was still that heavy feeling in my chest tying me to home. How did Loki, or anyone else for that matter, cope with this lifestyle? It seemed so... unreal. It certainly attracted a definitive personality type, and I was starting to doubt whether or not I was cut out for this. And Loki... why did he not want to talk about what had happened? It certainly was the least of my problems, worrying what a boy thought about me, yet it bothered me more than it should.

"Mind if I join you?" It was Kidd, a bandana wrapped around his head loosely, pushing his brown curls backwards and away from his eyes, shirtless, with loose shorts on.

"Be my guest." I shuffled up a little, conscious that I was still in my underclothes. We sat in silence together for a little while, appreciating each other's company, before the burning question clawed its way up into my mouth. "What's up with Loki?"

"I think a better question is what isn't up with him," Kidd glanced my way briefly before continuing. "You mean about last night?"

"You saw that?" Dread started to creep in.

"A lot of people did. But don't worry - no one gives a shit out here." Again, silence enfolded the two of us and I was too scared to press him further about my original question, my head still swimming from the after-effects of the alcohol. I tried to get closer glimpses of Kidd every so often, noticing scars running along his shoulders, one just above his heart. "He means well."

"I know. He offered me all this, didn't he?" Kidd seemed to stiffen slightly, a distant memory coming to mind.

"Of course. But what I mean is, sometimes he doesn't fully understand what anyone else is truly thinking if they don't say it outright. I suppose that's just him, whether or not it is because of any reason I don't know."

"How long have you known him?" I shifted so my back was against the railing, Kidd smiled a little before moving to a similar position on the opposite side of the ship.

"Since we were boys, maybe seven or eight? Our fathers knew each other through the trade, and the port we were in meant that there were very few other boys my age were around, so we natrually gravitated towards each other." He smiled again - that same nostalgic smile that he always seemed to wear near Loki or when he talked about him. "Then tragedy struck his family, and mine as a result."

"What happened?" I asked, curiosity burning inside of me as I glanced from Kidd to Loki, who was stood at the helm and watching the skyline.

"I think he ought to tell you that." Loki became more and more of a mystery the closer I came to figuring out exactly who he is.

"But the kiss... I tried to talk to him about it but he said there was nothing to talk about." I couldn't help the sadness that crept into my voice, regardless of how much I tried to cover it.

"He'll come round eventually," he said as he stood up, holding my shoulder. "Just let him be, he needs to figure out his thoughts before diving back in." I nodded, trying to build a wall in my mind against Loki to stop myself from falling any further. I had only known him for, what, a few days? It's far too soon to be falling in love with a complete stranger. Kidd walked away, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. Sighing a little, I turned back to the outstretched sea, a land mass appearing over the horizon - I had no idea where we were, or how far we had travelled, but seeing land again gave me a new burst of determination and within me that this was the life that I desired. I would not want to go back to my so-called fiancee after experiencing the open waters and only the beginning of all the toils it brings with it.

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Acceptance

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pairings - ftm!reader x 13th Doctor

words - 983

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I had been travelling with the Doctor for quite some months now... at least, that's what it felt like. Going through time and space really did knock your time awareness, which seemed almost ironic if you ask me.

Regardless of how long I had been travelling with the Doctor, I still hadn't told her about my secret. It seemed a little ridiculous, considering how many times she had changed faces and bodies and personalities and just... everything. There was still that innate fear inside of me after what happened with mum when I told her what I wanted to do and how I felt. I had never felt so isolated in so quick a time span, and I really, really didn't want that to happen again with the Doctor because, well, she was the best thing to happen to me in quite a long time.

She had taken me to places that I couldn't have even dreamed of existing - places where whatever I looked like on the outside didn't matter to anyone. Places where no one knew my back story or what I had been through. Places where I could just forget about everything that had happened. It was just so refreshing, for lack of a better word.

After one particular visit to a planet where everyone lived in an underground community because the soil gave regenerative powers, I finally decided it was time to tell the Doctor about who I used to be. Pacing my room in the TARDIS, I rehearsed again and again what I would say.

"It's okay if you want to kick me out because of this... I completely understand..."

"I know that you've changed a lot and I don't know if you knew this but humans can also change too, and that doesn't change their personality or anything, it just makes them a lot happier..."

"I was born a girl."

I caught myself in the mirror that hung above my small chest of drawers that contained what few items I grabbed in my hurry to come on this adventure. I didnt' often look at myself, not out of disgust or anything, but rather out of fear that I would no longer recognise myself. I made eye contact with the person staring back at me, searching their soul for the courage I needed.

The reflection simply stared back. Fond memories sauntered back into the forefront of my mind, creating a bittersweet sadness and nostalgia as I realised my time in the TARDIS may well be cut a lot shorter than I wanted. After a few meditative breaths, I turned away from the reflection and made my way towards the console room, heart hammering harder and faster with every step.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was the Doctor stuffing a custard cream into her mouth hurriedly as she flicked switches along one edge of the console. She looked up as she heard my footsteps approaching, a childish grin spreading across her face.

"I've got the perfect idea for our next destination - and I promise this one will be relaxing."

"You said that last time and I ended up having to fight off alien cockroaches with a phone book, which, by the way, was very odd considering that they all lived underground and almost none of them had phone." I laughed to myself as I leaned against the edge of the console.

"I think it was from when they lived above ground," she muttered as she vigorously tapped a screen. After a few moments of silence she stood up straight and looked at me with a concerned expression on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Why?"

"You're jiggling your leg. You only do that when you're nervous." She tried to make eye contact with me but I kept staring at my feet. "And you won't make eye contact with me. Have I done something wrong?" At this I looked up, a small wave of relief coursing through me for a brief moment.

"God no, no. Absolutely not. No. Not at all." I took a steadying breath. "Doctor - there's something I need to tell you."

"You know you can tell me anything," she smiled and gave me an encouraging look, taking a bite out of another custard cream.

"I - well - you know how you change, like, all the time?"

"I'm vaguely aware of it."

"But the person you are doesn't change, just the body?"

"Yeah of course."

"Well, humans can also do that and, well, I er, I have also, er, changed." I stopped myself a little, trying not to look up from my feet. "Basically, I used to be a woman."

"Did you think I was going to be angry at you for this?" She asked quietly, sitting down beside me.

"You'd be surprised at how angry and upset some people can get over it," I said, smiling sadly to myself. The Doctor put an arm around me, squeezing me slightly in her own awkward way.

"Thank you for telling me, (Y/N). Please know that this does not change anything  about how I view you." She nodded to herself, mentally agreeing that that was a good thing to say. I'd seen it plenty of times before.

"Thank you," I said quietly, turning to look at her for the first time since the conversation began. I was greeted with her kind, smiling face.

"Right, I think we should get to that definitely relaxing planet I was planning on now." She jumped up and spun a few dials on the console, dancing around a little and grinning at me the entire time. "That is, if you're still up for it?"

"More than ever," I replied, smiling and turning to face the centre, hearing the familiar groans of the TARDIS as we set off to a definitely not-relaxing planet for yet another definitely not-relaxing adventure.

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However much the Doctor enjoyed celebrating Christmas, she was always anxious to take the decorations down in time, in case she forgot and it would bring her bad luck for the rest of the year (or whatever liminal timespace she was residing in at the time). She had to find all of them first. There were more than a few times where I walked into an undiscovered room and found it filled with Christmas decorations - but I never told the Doctor about it in case she got anxious. Instead, I cleaned it up quietly and then pretended I never knew about the boxes upon boxes of decorations stored away.

I was helping her with the tinsel she had hung around the consol room. She started doing it without my help and I found her balancing precariously on a spinney chair and I swear she was about to fall when I came in but just about saved herself.

"You can't be trusted alone for five minutes," I laughed, taking the other end of the tinsel.

"Hey! I'm a Time Lord and therefore I am responsible." I cocked my eyebrow at her before taking the rest of the tinsel from her hand and putting it in the cardboard box standing by. "Most of the time." I picked up the cardboard box, jumped down to the below bit (is there even a name for it? I highly doubt it), and put it under the grill with the others. Something caught my eye though - a box wrapped in red paper with a ribbon tied neatly round it. I took it out from between the boxes - it was unlabeled. It seemed relatively new, this year at least. How did it end up here? I closed the grill and went back up to see the Doctor tapping around on one of her many screens.

"Doctor?" I asked, leaning against one of the crystals.

"Yeah?" She replied, her nose scrunched up slightly.

"What's this present doing?" I held it up for her to see, which she scanned for a few seconds before her face relaxed and broke into a smile.

"Oh! I forgot about that! It's yours," she walked up to me and watched me closely. "Go on - open it! I want to see your face when you see what it is." I grinned back at her before opening it slowly, not wanting to ruin the wrapping paper.

"It's really nice paper, where did you get it?"

"Sainsbury's".

As I got one side open, I slide out the present. It was a TARDIS blue box, and I smiled up at the Doctor who was still grinning from ear-to-ear. I sighed slightly, before opening up the box itself. Inside was a bracelet with charms, each delicate silver.

"It's beautiful, Doctor." I took up the bracelet and looked at it closer.

"It's a charm from each of our adventures - if I couldn't get it on the planet or era itself I found something that reminded me of it."

"Oh, Doctor." I dropped the box and hugged the Doctor tightly, a small tear falling from my eye.

"Oh, we're hugging now. Okay." She drew me slightly closer. I broke away a few moments later and put the bracelet on my wrist and held it up to the light, still smiling.

"I love it."

"Good! That's reassuring. Now, where to next?"

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High Tide - Chapter 5 (Loki)

Chapter No. : 5/? 

Summary:  (Y/N) is the daughter of a governor,and is promised a happy life with her betrothed. But her heart yearns for the ocean and the mysteries it carries. After an argument with her soon-to-be-husband, she heads down to the docks, only to find something - or someone - she wasn’t expecting.

Word Count: 1327

Warnings and A/N: swearing, drinking - sorry for the abscence, creative juices are very much dried up so i hope this is okay, enjoy this short chapter from loki’s perspective

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Chapter Five - Loki

The night had only just begun, and the men were overexcited after a successful raid. Shanties were being sung loud and clear, and drinks were being downed in quick succession. In the centre of it all was Loki, sitting on a stack of crates fashioned into a chair, a smirk playing at his lips constantly as he watched her dance and drink along with the men. He ran the side of his finger over his lips as the feeling in his chest tightened even more. Loki never planned on catching feelings for the strange girl he found sitting alone on the docks, but here he was, not even a week into the next leg of his journey and the knot in his chest was undeniable. Wacthing her dance with all the other men ignited something along the lines of jealousy, but it was quickly quelled whenever she glanced up at him to make sure he was still there.

Kidd was stood next to him like a guard dog even though nothing bad was going to happen, at least for now. The two had been thick as thieves ever since the incident with Loki's dad, which somehow made them even closer. They had an unspoken bond with each other, a 'you watch my back and I'll watch yours' deal.  They didn't want what happened to their fathers to happen to them as well.

"You like her, don't you?" Kidd muttered to Loki who bit his lip under his finger. "Knew it."

"I didn't realise it was quite so obvious." Loki shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to watch the girl.

"Oh piss off, the whole crew can see it." Kidd nudged Loki's shoulder with his fist, watching his reaction and revelling in it. "She likes you too."

"What are we, five?" Loki finally drew his eyes away from her to stare up at Kidd who was grinning mischeavously down at him. "I don't want to get attached."

"But you already have, there's no point denying it." Their conversation was interrupted by (Y/N) skipping up to the crate throne and grinning wildly. "Ah, (Y/N), we were just discussing you." Loki gave Kidd a sharp jab to the ribs.

"All good things I hope," she continued to grin widlly, eyes darting between Kidd and Loki.

"Always," Loki muttered. "I believe I owe you a dance." He stood up and took her hands in his before leading her back into the crowd of men. It was obvious she had perhaps drunk a little too much than she was used to, as she stumbled over Loki's feet when they began to dance. Nevertheless, it gave him another excuse to hold her tightly to him. Her breath danced along his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, and Loki's heart leapt up into his throat as he leaned his head on hers. He made eye contact with Kidd who was still over by the chair, grinning and giving him the thumbs up. Loki chuckled underneath his breath before turning them both round to the beat of the music and singing.  

"What was that for?" She muttered, smiling more to herself than anything else. Her eyes were closed, the alcohol clearly taking her off her high.

"Nothing," Loki muttered back. "Just glad I met you on that dock." She looked up at him then, hands moving up to hold his shoulders.

"So am I." Her eyes scanned his face, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Their eyes locked just for a moment. Loki leaned down first, and then she leaned up to meet him, their lips connecting softly but surely. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Loki pulled away.

"You're drunk."

"So?" She leaned up again, trying to tempt him in and, whilst it was indeed tempting, Loki did not want to take advantage of this particular situation, which was very unlike him.

"So you're not making clear decisions," Loki said quietly. "Come on, let's get you into bed. You'll thank me." With much complaining and a bit of stumbling around, Loki eventually managed to get her back into his cabin and into bed. He kissed her head softly as she settled down, tiredness and alcohol washing over her. "Sleep well."

He left the cabin, closing the doors behind him before sitting down at his table, papers spread out in front of him. A pile of letters from his mother that he still needed to reply to. Maps with chartered courses that he may never sail, depending on when he got caught. It seemed impossible that he had come this far and committed so many crimes and his bounty remain the same as when he started. It was almost offensive, in its own small way. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," Loki muttered, shuffling away his mother's letters for another time. Kidd walked in through the door and sat down next to him. "Who's passed out on deck this time."

"No one. Yet." Kidd put his feet up on the table and leant back on his chair, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "You nearly died today mate." Loki looked up at him, replaying the raid over and over again in his head. How everything seemed to go in slow motion as soon as he saw the slightest change in Kidd's face. The simple, natural instinct to turn and fire. It could have been anyone; it was anyone. But then again, it could have been him. He could be under a sheet, tucked away in some corner of the ship where no one would ever go.

"I know." It wasn't shame that washed over him, but it wasn't exactly joy. If he had died today, he would have broken his side of the deal, and then Kidd would have been left alone, just like his father. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You know as well as I do that you can't help that sort of thing. Particularly in our line of work." Kidd sat up again, slamming his feet down on the floor. "But for God's sake, what did I tell you about killing people?" His tone was almost mocking, but there was a trace of seriousness in the background.

"Alright mother, I won't do it again. Happy?" Kidd rolled his eyes but grinned all the same. There was a certain sadness behind that grin though, a ghost of their past showing itself once again, just briefly. It was all too subtle for anyone else to spot. "Go out and enjoy the festivities, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Nah, they're all winding down now anyway. The excitement dissipated after (Y/N) left."

"There is something about her that screams adventure," Loki said, thinking back to their kiss.  

"You're already on one, how much more adventure do you need in your life?" Kidd laughed before playfully kicking Loki.

"One can never have enough."

"Evidently."

"Shut up."

"Just don't fuck this one up mate, it's a delicate line."

"I know, thank you." Loki stood up, signalling that it was Kidd's time to go. He mirrored his captain, before hugging him closely. "I've got your back."

"And I've got yours." Kidd concluded. A laugh erupted from outside after a massive crash occurred. "That'll be the first unconscious. I'd better go make sure whoever it is is all right." Loki nodded, showing him out. Then he was alone, yet again, with an unconcious girl in the next room and God knows how many unconscious shipmates. He looked once again at the pile of letters from his mother, dating back years. One day he would reply to them. But not tonight.

Tonight he must sleep, and be thankful that he wasn't shot in the back of the head hours before. And tonight he must plan where they were going to next, which chartered course he may now take because of his extra chance at life.

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Young Love - Peter Parker

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One shot / chapter no . : One shot (requested by @idk888999)

Words: 1134

Warnings: none, this is just some light fluff :)))

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Peter had been dying to meet Thor ever since Tony had first told him he actually existed.

"Mr Stark, do you know if Thor is planning on coming round soon?"

"Thor doesn't know what planning is."

Regardless of however much Peter asked, he would be none the wiser. Regardless of however much Tony told Peter he didn't know, Peter would still come back the next day. Thor didn't operate on planning ahead or letting anyone know he was planning on stopping by for a couple of drinks. He just turned up when and if he wanted to. Even for missions he was a bit hit and miss, most of the plans they created involved two options: one with Thor and one without.

"Mr Stark, I don't think it was supposed to thunder today."

"Well kid, you might just get your wish."

It took Peter a few moments before he realised exactly what this meant. And when he realised, a giddy and nervous cocktail of emotions started to rise in his chest; the smile that was playing at his lips was one he had only experienced when he met Tony for the first time. It was just thunder and lightning to begin with, but then lightning strikes started appearing, each getting closer and closer to Stark Tower, until it seemed to be practically on top of them...

"Stark!" A thunderous voice boomed. "I haven't seen you in so long." There, standing in the kitchen, was the God of Thunder himself. Peter had to stop himself from jumping up and down. "I also thought it was about time I introduced you to my daughter..." From out behind the hulking mass that was Thor came out an equally built girl of about the same age as Peter. "This is Jane."

"I thought she would have a more Nordic name," said Tony, leaning against one of the kitchen cabinets, sipping from a glass of whiskey.

"It's in honour of her mother, who died at childbirth," Thor said, his voice adopting a softer, loving tone when remembering Jane.

"I'm sorry," Tony muttered, his tone matching that of Thor's. Peter stood by slightly awkwardly, shuffling about and eager to be introduced to Thor. "Allow me to introduce Peter Parker, my intern slash trainee Avenger." Thor's face lit up as he strode across to shake Peter's hand in an iron grip.

"Nice to meet you Mr Thor," Peter said nervously. He kept glancing between Thor and Jane, each time trying to take in more and more of Jane's features without seeming too creepy. She was absolutely beautiful, he didn't think anyone like that actually existed but... here she was.

"He is so polite! You raised him well!" Thor grinned, releasing Peter's hand finally.

"No no, he's not my son," Tony shook his head. Thor turned round to him, that same grin still playing at his lips. Jane adopted the exact same expression. "Not my son."

"Whatever you say Stark." Thor began to walk towards the living room and Tony followed.

"How about you two go... play for a bit, hmm?" Tony waved Peter away as he followed Thor, leaving Peter and Jane alone in the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" Peter asked awkwardly, still standing where Thor had left him.

"No, I'm fine thanks," Jane smiled before sitting on top one of the counters. "So, Peter, how old are you?"

"Er, 17?" Peter sat on a counter opposite Jane and began to swing his legs backwards and forwards.

"You don't sound so sure," she giggled, watching him intently.

"No, I definitely am 17. How old are you?" It seemed like such an elementary conversation to be having, Peter felt like he was much more intellectual and should be asking her about the current political climate on Asgard, but then he knew he couldn't really contribute much to that conversation either.  Jane tapped her nose.

"Around the same age as you, roughly. But we Asgardians age differently to you so it's a bit of an unfair comparison." Peter felt himself blush. Of course, what an idiot, he should have known... "I like you."

"What?" He was shocked, surely it was too early to be deciding feelings, particularly romantic ones...

"I think you're interesting," Jane smiled before hopping down from the counter. Peter let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, she didn't mean it in that way. Although, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "What do you do all day?

"I'm still at school, but I usually come back here to help Mr Stark with his technology."

"Can I see your lab?" Jane's eyes seemed to sparkle at the prospect, and Peter felt his schoolboy crush only increasing.

"I don't think I can show you the main lab, but I have my own mini one right over here..." Peter set off, Jane following close behind, Tony and Thor practically forgotten. As they wove round the maze of corridors together, getting slightly closer with each step. Even when they got into the lab, everything that Peter showed Jane seemed secondary to their actions together. They seemed to be dancing around the lab, their energies bouncing off each other, encouraging the other to move faster and with more confidence. Two young souls discovering something new and exciting together, in complete comfort. It felt like they had known each other since they were children, and yet it had only been an hour or so.

"Jane?" Thor called from down the corridor. Peter reluctantly put down the thing he was showing Jane. It had all gone by too quickly.

"Coming!" Jane seemed deflated as well, but as she turned to Peter something between them clicked. Much like the dance they were performing beforehand, they both moved closer together, their lips connecting slowly and tentatively, yet surely.

"JANE!" She broke away from Peter and huffed a little.

"I'll be back," she whispered to Peter, reaching out and squeezing his hand before running out to meet her father, leaving Peter standing in the middle of the lab, dumbstruck. When would she be back? Peter knew the Odinson's weren't one for calendars... As he went to run after Jane, he bumped into Tony.

"What did I tell you about kissing in the lab."

"Wh- how-?" Tony gave Peter a look, shook his head slightly and then turned and started walking back up the corridor.

"She'll be back. Just don't bug me everyday about it."

Peter tried to form words again, but they were lost. He thought about Jane, and when the next time he would be able to see her again... if he were to see her again. No, he would definitely see her again. She said so.

But for now, he will be replaying their kiss and their dance over and over in his head.

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Patience

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One shot / chapter no. : One shot

words: 2256

warnings: smut, swearing

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You had been away from your long-term boyfriend Henry Cavill for what felt like millennia. It might as well have been millennia. In reality, it was only a few months, but you missed him like crazy. He was off filming a new film that he wasn't allowed to tell you anything about, and you were off with your writing career, attempting to get a company to produce your play. You ended up having a lot of down time, but whenever Henry was having a break from shooting, you would have an important meeting. It felt as if you were going around and around in circles. Circles that were, in fact, parallel and never seemed to cross over no matter how much you tried.

But miraculously, after months of failed planning and missed dates, he was finally coming home. He was planning on surprising you with a meal out at a fancy restaurant, although you tried to argue that a Chinese takeaway and a movie was more than enough for you. But he insisted and, well, you couldn't exactly say no to seeing him in a suit. He was scheduled to arrive at your flat at around 7:30, and then you were to both go to the restaurant he had reserved weeks in advance. It was 6:00, and you had just finished watching The Night Manager for the second time, the first time being when you binge watched it with Henry and then had sex immediately after. Thinking back now brought a blush to your cheeks and a warm tingling sensation down your stomach. You smiled to yourself, shuffling about awkwardly on the sofa, starting to become restless and wishing that Henry would just hurry the fuck up and arrive already.

You spent the next hour and a half preparing for his arrival, both mentally and physically. What if, after all the months apart, he had lost his feelings for you? Or worse, you for him? What if, despite planning every single detail, he got sidetracked or too busy, and just didn't show? What made it even more painful was that you couldn't decide which option was the worst. You shook your head, promised yourself that you were going to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay for the rest of the night because you just want to enjoy the limited time you have with your boyfriend. The dress you picked out was a long, silk evening dress with a slit running up the side of one of your legs. It was one of your favourites, and you supposed it was one of Henry's too, as without fail every single time you wore it, you were sure to get frisky in bed that same evening.

Just as you finished putting on your heels, there was a ring at the door. 7:30 on the dot. Smiling to yourself, you walked slowly over to the door as you tried to keep your breathing steady and your heart beat regular. You took another deep breath before slowly opening the door, trying to bite back the massive grin that was already spreading across your face.

"(Y/N)," Henry's voice was so soft and deep, and his arms were so very welcomed around your body. He lifted you up and held you tightly, burying his face into your chest as you rested your chin on top of his head.

"Hello, darling," you muttered, giggling quietly. He soon let you down and kissed you deeply and passionately, his hands resting on your waist. "You're looking absolutely ravishing," you grinned up at him, taking in his face and his body.

"I could say the same for you," he grinned back and kissed you again. "And I can also promise you now that I will ravish you later," he moved away, taking your hand in his as he started to walk towards the door. "But for now, we have a dinner date awaiting." You rolled your eyes in annoyance, but smiled all the same. You would be lucky if he didn't tease you mercilessly over dinner and long into the night.

The restaurant you had booked was about twenty minutes away by cab, and you were jiggling your knee in anticipation all the way there, even when Henry placed his hand upon it to try and calm you down. In fact, it did the opposite. You knew you were craving his hands upon your body, but it wasn't until he was right in front of you did you realise just how much the desire was burning you up. When you got to the restaurant, you were seated in a darkened corner, away from the other diners. As he sat across from you, in the low lighting, you felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach and the tingling in your cheeks you got whenever you looked at him. He smiled at you, that same kind, loving smile that he had been giving you for years now.

"I still get butterflies whenever I see you," you said quietly, as the waiter filled up your glasses with champagne. He chuckled at this, thanking the waiter quietly before picking up his glass.

"It's okay, so do I. To butterflies and reunions," he toasted, taking a small sip from his glass as you did the same.

"To butterflies and reunions."

The rest of the evening went by too quickly, with each course being even more delicious from the previous, you had no idea how the evening could get even better. You had so much to catch up on, and even though you called every night when possible, there were some stories he wanted to tell you in person, and you were so glad you did. Whenever he was really proud of an anecdote, his eyes would light up, and would be constantly searching yours for a reaction, which of course you always gave him. The restaurant was slowly emptying, and you were nearly finished with your second bottle of champagne, when Henry took both your hands in his.

"(Y/N)," he smiled at you, holding your gaze and running his thumb over your knuckles.

"Henry," you replied, his smile widening just a little more.

"I love you, so much. We've been dating for a few years now and, whilst I have missed large chunks of it, I have never felt closer to a person in my life before." You had a small inclination as to where this conversation was headed, but you didn't want to jinx it. "I hope you aren't mad at me for that, by the way."

"Not at all," you giggled, your heart beating against your chest like a hummingbird. You tilted your head to the side, watching him closely and your stomach turned and swelled.

"I was wondering..." he paused, looked down at your hands together before looking back at you. He let go of one of your hands and reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a box. "I was wondering if you would give me the greatest honour and make me the happiest man in the world, by marrying me?" He opened the box, and inside was a magnificent ring. Tears brimmed your eyes, and your heart continued to beat loudly in your ears and in your chest.

"Yes, please, yes!" You stammered, tears falling down onto your cheeks as he slowly put the ring on your finger and held both your hands again. He leaned across the table and you met him in the middle, kissing him slowly. The champagne was finished. The restaurant empty save for an elderly couple in another corner. "I suppose we'll just have to have sex now," you joked, your voice a little shaky.

"I was counting on it, sweetheart," he winked at you. After settling the bill, you walked arm in arm to the door, and you didn't break contact until you were back inside your apartment. Even then, it was just to lock the door behind you. You took his hand and lead him into the bedroom, giggling all the way and admiring your ring. After you had kicked your heels off, Henry wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, pushing you against the nearest wall and kissing you hungrily. You felt him growing hard between you, and of course your body was responding in exactly the same way. He nudged your head to the side and kissed down your neck, grinding against you slowly. You growled in annoyance, wanting to just fuck already.

"Shhh, patience my love," he looked up at you and grinned cheekily, biting your lip before letting you down and walking over to the edge of the bed, sitting down and looking at you expectantly. You sighed, a grin playing at your lips as you walked slowly over to him, tugging at your dress lightly. Henry shifted on the bed, his legs tapping on the ground in anticipation. When you got close to him, you went down onto your knees and held his, running your hands up and down his thighs. He moaned.

"Patience," you teased, grinning up at him and biting your lip. He reached forward, holding the back of your head lightly and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your hands travelled forward and began to palm his crotch slowly. He moaned in response, holding your head a little tighter as his legs tensed beneath you. You shuffled closer, his legs almost trapping you in place. You slowly undid his belt, looking up at him from where you knelt, and threw it away before undoing his trouser buttons and zip painfully slowly. You grinned at yourself as he started to shift uncomfortably, his hardness pressing against his boxers. You ran your fingertips over it, before slowly tugging down his trousers and his boxers, which he kicked off to the side. You took up his dick in your hands, pumping at a steady pace before licking up the shaft and taking the head into your mouth, running your tongue over the tip. His moans only added to the intensity of the moment, and the thin layer of sweat and lust that was already coating both of your bodies.

When you felt him starting to tense up, you moved away, and he groaned in annoyance. You stood up and straddled his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, before kissing him deeply and passionately. His shaft kept pressing against your folds, and you moaned at the feel of it, grinding a little against it.

"You're so wet already," he muttered in your ear. He gripped your sides, bringing you closer to him as he ravaged your neck, down to your collar bone, running his teeth along the most sensitive parts of your throat. "I want to fuck you so badly."

"Then fuck me." He did not hesitate, and it made you wonder why he had waited so long. He flipped you onto your back and kissed down your front slowly whilst he undid his shirt. He looked up at you, moving his hair out of his face before throwing away his shirt. Your dress was hitched up around your waist, but Henry's hands played with the edges as he took it off you quickly and threw it away with the rest of your clothes. He positioned himself between your legs, before entering you painfully slowly. You moaned in frustration and sat up to kiss him and bite him and scratch him, but he pushed you back down again, enjoying your facial expressions as he started to move in and out of you at the same, slow speed.

"Please," you muttered, gripping the bed sheets tightly to try and stop you from shuffling about too much. With this, he started to move a little bit faster, but still remained at very much below the speed of fuck-my-brains-out level. "Please..." He smirked at this and sped up again, leaning down to bite your ear lobe, and when you tried to hold onto his shoulders or back, he held your hands against the bed.

"Keep begging," he groaned in your ear. His grip tightened on your wrists as he bit your shoulder.

"Please! Please fuck me, please -" His lips connected to yours and kissed you roughly as he fucked you, and you were soon unable to even kiss him as your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back in your head. Both of your moans filled the room around you as you got closer and closer. Your legs wrapped around his back and tightened, trying to encourage him to keep going. He released your wrists, and your hands immediately went to his back, burying your nails into his soft skin and he grunted in pleasure.

"I'm about to cum," he groaned in your ear. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as well, and he somehow sped up and fucked you harder and faster until both of you came together, moaning and tensing, your toes curling and your breath hitching in your throat.

After a few seconds, Henry kissed you messily, your breaths steadying a little as you calmed down. He rolled off the top of you and pulled you into him, your legs intertwining.

"I'm so glad you're going to be my wife one day," he muttered quietly.

"I must admit, it slipped my mind for a minute there," you giggled and he pulled you in closer, his scent and sweat and yours mixing together and encasing you both in a sweet embrace. Hopefully it wouldn't be so long next time.

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... you're new to Midtown High School and have no idea what you're doing or where you're meant to go. You eventually find yourself to your first class, biology, and there's only one seat left. To make matters worse (or perhaps better you couldn't quite figure out which outcome it would be) it is right next to an attractive guy. You steel yourself and sit down next to him, and he happily starts a conversation with you, introducing himself as "Parker, Peter Parker". You have a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that the initial attraction went both ways. As the lesson went on, both you and him started to realise you had more and more things in common. The teacher frequently told you to stop talking, which always ended in you and him trying not to laugh. As the bell sounded, Peter asked if you wanted to sit at lunch with him and his friend Ned, which you happily agreed to. At the start of the day, you were dreading coming to a new school, and yet somehow, within the hour of being with him, Peter had already made you feel at home.

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I’ve Missed You

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You hadn't seen your boyfriend, Tom, in over six months. He had first been filming for his new TV show, and he then had press conferences and conventions to attend and, unfortunately, whenever he was free or offered to fly you up to where he was, you were always busy at the hospital you worked in. But, he was appearing tonight on the Graham Norton Show, and Graham had asked you to come and surprise him. You knew he had mentioned at a recent convention it had been ages since you last saw you so, Graham being the extra and dramatic person he is, invited you on.

It was to be during a blindfolded game, you didn't really remember the premise, but the idea was that you would be sitting next to him when he took the blindfold off. You waited nervously backstage, watching the happenings from the small TV screen in Tom's dressing room, which you had been snuck into.

"So Tom, I heard you haven't seen your girlfriend in months," Graham grinned, crossing his legs over and shuffling the cards in his hands. Tom smiled and adjusted his suit a little, something he always did when he was about to see you.

"Yes that's right. Over six months," the crowd gave a chorus of 'aw', and a slight sadness fell over Tom's face. You wanted to rush over there now and hug him. "But we've kept it going, she's so understanding. She's a doctor, so she's used to hectic schedules, she's actually working tonight unfortunately."

"Oh yes I heard about that. Well, we have a photo of you two together ice skating in New York," Graham swivels in his chair to look at the TV behind him, which showed the selfie you and him had taken during last Christmas. "You make such an attractive couple, look at that!" Tom laughed, blushing a bit as people cheered.

"That was before I slipped and sprained my wrist," Tom joked, and you laughed at the memory. He was usually quite graceful, but he had lost his balance and ended up falling on his wrist. Whilst it meant you had to go back to the hotel room early, it did mean you had the rest of the night for the more... Intimate moments. They were one of the many things you missed about being away from Tom for so long.

"Anyways, we've got a game to play if you're up for it?" Tom nodded, sitting forward, his hand running over his top lip. "I'm going to blindfold you, and then I'm going to give you an object and you have to guess what it is."

"Very original," David Tennent said, who was sat next to Tom on one side. On the other sat Miranda Hart, who you were going to swap places with.

"Alright David, you try hosting a chat show," Miranda joked, Graham thanking her for defending him. Tom was passed a blindfold, and he tentatively put it on.

"This is a bit kinky," David muttered and you could tell Tom was trying to suppress a smirk, which you mirrored backstage. One of the stagehands knocked on the door, telling you it was almost time. Your heart leapt into your throat, and, adjusting your green and gold dress so you weren't going to expose yourself completely on national television. You weren't wearing heels, otherwise he would easily be able to hear you.

"First object!" You were in the wings, your hands becoming clammy. "Second object!" You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You had been in the public eye with Tom for a while, so it wasn't necessarily a new thing for you. But the butterflies in your stomach definitely made it obvious you were excited about seeing Tom. "Third object!" Your cue. You walked on stage quietly, holding a finger up to your lips to try and make sure the audience didn't give anything away.

"What the hell is that?!" Tom cried, squishing the goo in his hands. "It smells disgusting whatever it is..." You managed to swap seats successfully with Miranda, who now sat in Graham's seat with Graham perched on her lap. The world seem to slow down as you took in Tom. It felt so strange seeing him again, but it was, of course, the nicest sort of strange. A wide grin spread across your face.

"Okay, take off your blind fold," Tom took it off and immediately looked down at his hands, a mock disgusted look painted on his features. It all seemed to happen in slow motion from then on. He looked up to Graham, clocked that Miranda was there, and then slowly turned round to you.

"Surprise!" You said gleefully, but the wind was soon knocked out of you by Tom giving you a bear hug, which you gladly reciprocated.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered.

"I came to say hi," you whispered back, kissing his cheek as you let you go. He had the most adorable grin on his face as he took you in properly.

"She's wearing Loki colours!" Miranda pointed out from behind Graham. Tom winked at you, knowing full well how much you enjoyed roleplaying with him, Loki being your favorite.

"You look absolutely wonderful," he said to you, almost as if the studio and the whole audience didn't exist, a blush rising to your cheeks. He looped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to him.

"Save it for after the show guys, God," David cried from the other ended of the sofa, shielding his eyes.

The rest of the show didn't last all that long, and after having photos taken with David and Miranda, you and Tom walked hand in hand back to his dressing room. Once the door was safely shut behind you, Tom picked you up in his arms and kissed you passionately, turning around in a slow circle, holding you tightly against him. His hands moved from your legs to your butt as you wrapped your legs around his torso, the kiss becoming even more passionate as your tongues touched. He eventually set you down on his dressing room table.

"God I missed you," he whispered, breathless. You let your hands travel through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his warm body positioned between your legs.

"That suit looks really good on you," you commented casually.

"And that dress looks really good on you. Did you pick the colours just for me?" You winked in response and, cupping your face in his hands, he kissed you deeply, pressing against you. "I know where else that dress would look good," he whispered as he kissed down your neck, sending goosebumps across your arms, a soft moan escaping your lips as he lingered on your sweet spot.

"Where?" Although you already knew the answer, you enjoyed playing his game. He kissed back up and bit your lip gently, holding onto your thighs firmly.

"I think you know where," he muttered, his voice turning husky. Your hands started idly playing with his hair, god how you missed this.

"Still not sure, I think you might have to show me." He laughed under his breath at this, before kissing you needily. His hands travelled up your back to find the zip of your dress, and once they had found it, there was no stopping them. Your dress found it's way onto the floor behind Tom, and Tom's hands found your bare breasts, you had made the right call not to wear a bra that day. He continued kissing you roughly whilst kneading your breasts, running his hands up and down your back every so often in an attempt to bring you even closer. You could feel his hardness pressing against your inner thigh, and you moaned, relishing in the feeling of having him this close to you again.

"(Y/N)," he muttered, kissing down your neck once more and  taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. Your hands fiddled with the ends of his hair, and you pulled him closer with your legs that were still wrapped around his waist. He held you close to him, moving over to your other nipple and doing the same there. Your back arched, trying to expose even more of your flesh to his addictive touch. As his hands roamed over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his, you moved your hands down to his butt and squeezed tightly, bringing your hips together. He let out a soft moan, before moving to take his jacket and shirt off as you watched impatiently. When his shirt was half undone, you couldn't control your actions anymore, so you undid his belt, putting it next to you on the table before unzipping his trousers and moving them below his hips. He moaned as you began to palm his crotch slowly, teasing him.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he groaned, moving against your hand.

"Show me," you whispered, your head leaning against his now-bare chest that already had a layer of sweat covering it. His breath became ragged, desperate to get more air. He growled a little at your comment, before taking your face between his forefinger and thumb and bringing you up to kiss him. His other hand moved down to your pants, running his fingers either side to tease you. "Tom..." He pushed your pants to the side and runs a fingertip up and down your slit, spreading the wetness that had formed there.

"You always amaze me with how wet you get," he moaned, biting your lip before kissing along your jaw to bite your earlobe as he pushed one finger inside you, moving it in and out slowly, drawing out your long moans.

"Always for you, Tom," you managed to say. He slipped another finger in, moving them quicker now, curling them to reach your sweet spot. The familiar tightening of your stomach made you moan in pleasure, moving your hips to try and make Tom go faster and deeper.

"Don't come yet," he whispered, taking out his fingers and sucking on them, moaning. "You taste so fucking good, (Y/N)." He knelt down in front of you, spreading your legs farther apart before devouring your sweet pussy, his thumb coming up to play with your clit. Your back arched, your hands tugging at his hair which only encouraged him to go deeper and faster with his tongue. The room had become sweaty and hot, but you didn't care, all you wanted was for Tom to take you over and over again. Tom eventually stood up again, his chin glistening a little, and he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste yourself. Before you had the chance to offer to give him anything in return, he picked you up and turned you over, so your chest was against the table.

"Please Tom," you muttered, legs shaking a little from the anticipation. His hands run over your butt, spanking it. He took the belt from beside you, and put your arms behind your back, tying them together.

"That blindfold today made me think of that wonderful night we spent together..." he muttered, moving your hair out of your face to kiss your cheek. You could feel him behind you, pressing his cock into your butt.

"It was amazing," you managed to get out, wriggling a little bit, trying to find release on anything. Tom took up your hair in one hand, bringing you up so you could see yourself in the mirror that was above the table you were currently bent over. He gave your ass another spank before moving into you slowly, enjoying the expressions on your face as he continued to go deeper. "Please fuck me, Tom."

"Keep begging," he said as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, biting it lightly. You moved your legs further apart and arched your back more in an attempt to get some movement, but Tom held you by your waist, spanking you again when you didn't immediately start begging. "I said, beg for me."

"Please, I need you to fuck me, I want you to take me, please -" Tom suddenly started to do as you so begged, fucking you deeply and quickly, the only sounds you could hear being Tom's ragged breathing and the sound of flesh upon flesh. The same knot came again in your stomach, and as Tom continued to hit your sweet spot over and over again, it just continued to grow, causing your legs to shake even more.

"Oh, (Y/N)..." Tom moaned, getting closer himself. "Cum for me, (Y/N)." His words sent you over the edge, you could feel yourself pulsing with pleasure as euphoria spread across your body, making your cheeks tingle and your toes curl. Soon after, Tom came, filling you.

"I love you," you said quietly as he rest his body on top of yours, warm juices starting to flow down the inside of your leg.

"I love you too. We'll have to make sure it's not so long next time," he kissed your back carefully, untying your hands, rubbing your wrists to make sure they were okay. You turned round to face him, thin layers of sweat covering your bodies. The post-sex embrace the two of you shared was always your favourite, and this time was no different. "I've really missed you," he muttered into your hair, holding you tightly against him.

"I've really missed you too."

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Imagine...

... you and Bucky Barnes are lovers back in 1940. The news about the war was wide spread, and as Bucky was in the army, you were constantly worried that America would also be dragged into it. You made him promise every night that no matter what he would always come back to you. He promised, but his voice was always laced with doubt, knowing he was only saying it to allow you to sleep at night. And then Pearl Harbour happened. The day the news broke you clung on to Bucky, begging him not to go. He clung to you as well, playing with your hair slowly and promising he would come back, no matter what. You watched from the doorway of the small flat you shared together as he walked off, hoping and praying that you will see him again.

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I Think I Love You

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One Shot / Chapter No. : one shot (requested by @lunared2)

Words: 1,871 (ya girl is writing more)

Mood/Genre: angst and then some fluff

Warnings: drinking, swearing

Notes: lol i’m obsessed with loki at the moment but i promise i can write about other people, so don’t feel you have to request loki (although i won’t complain if you do)

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Ever since you had arrived at the Avengers compound, your love life had been more than interesting. Not only had you taken a strong affinity with the one and only Captain America, but you had also started to get close with the God of Mischief. The two men got along perfectly fine together, until one of them started unapologetically flirting with you. Then the other would start attacking and it would all go downhill very quickly, and you were usually left in the room alone, still taking in the situation.

But over the past few weeks, you had started to notice a shift in their actions, whilst they were still mildly flirtatious, something about their manner had changed and you weren't exactly sure what. There was never a right moment to bring it up, either. It also didn't help that Steve was frequently away on missions, and Loki was often... preoccupied. However, Tony was hosting another one of his massive parties and you knew both of them were planning on attending. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to confront them. Natasha had told you otherwise.

"If they're not bothering you, why create extra drama?" She asked, sitting on one of the chairs in your room. She was half-dressed, her make up nearly finished. You didn't understand why Loki or Steve didn't go for her instead. You sighed heavily in near-defeat as you pulled on your green dress.

"I just want to know, I guess. And to settle this thing once and for all," you said matter-of-factly as you straightened out your dress in the mirror, pulling at the fabric awkwardly. All day you had been thinking about how you would start the conversation, the anxiety that coursed through you was proof of that.

"You look fine," Natasha said as she stood up and finished getting ready. "I just want this to be over with, sometimes Tony's parties are a blast, other times..." She chuckled to herself, recalling a fond memory of a time years before. "Let's go," she declares, taking your arm as soon as you've put on your shoes. Your heart thumped in time to the music as you got gradually closer to where the party was. Whilst it wasn't Stark Tower, the compound was able to hold a large gathering of people comfortably, just with a slightly less impressive view.

Tony was in his element when the two of you walked into the room, he was by the bar and chatting to a large group of people, who were laughing along with something that he was saying. You scanned the crowd, hoping that Steve and Loki had both forgotten to come tonight. But as you looked towards the edge of the party, you made eye contact with Loki, who was smirking at you proudly.

"Go get him, tiger," Natasha said as she nudged you forward. She disapproved of Loki to begin with, but as he started to prove his loyalty lay (mostly) on our side, she was slightly less cruel. Just slightly though. You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and walked briskly towards where Loki was leaning against a railing.

"You're looking amazing tonight, (Y/N)," he said softly before taking a sip of his drink. "In my colours as well," his grin widened as he continued to take you in.

"Don't flatter yourself," you smiled as you stood next to him. "Are you people watching?" You asked, scanning the crowd, who were getting drunker by the second.

"I was actually waiting for -"

"(Y/N)!" Steve called, walking briskly over to the two of you. Loki's sigh was perhaps more audible than he meant for it to be. "You look lovely this evening."

"Thank you, the same goes for you," Steve grinned at this, and you swore you saw Loki roll his eyes. You looked between the two men, trying to decide how to initiate the conversation, but decided it might be easier for you if you had had a drink beforehand. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm going to get a drink. But don't go anywhere," you curtseyed dramatically and began to walk towards the bar before calling to them, "play nicely!" Loki looked less than impressed, and after you turned your back Steve wore the same expression, but neither men wanted to leave lest they annoy you.

After you had ordered a mojito on the rocks, Tony sidled up to you, whiskey glass in hand and smiling wildly.

"I see you and Reindeer Games were just cock blocked by Cap there," he said, an air of childishness about him.

"Why were you watching so closely?" You shot back, taking a large gulp of your drink. He smirked a little bit behind his glass. You narrowed your eyes at him. "What have you done." He shrugged, still smirking.

"Nothing," he leaned on the bar, adjusting his glasses. "Okay I maybe told them something." You finished your drink in one go, slammed the glass on the table, and glared at him.

"What did you fucking do, Tony?" He shrugged again and asked for another whiskey from the bartender.

"I told Loki you liked Steve and vice versa." It all made sense to you now, the glances they shared and their weird attitudes whenever they talked to you.

"Why?" You asked, confused as to why Tony would stir up shit like this, and then you realised you had answered your own question.

"Why not. Okay, that's a lie. I just wanted to see how they would treat you, because if a guy continues to be nice to you even though you rejected him, and doesn't expect anything more, then he's good."

"Well, they've both continued to be nice to me. Was it supposed to help me choose which one to get with?" His grin told you everything. "Great. I appreciate the attempt, Tony." You looked back at your glass which had been refilled, thank God.

"Your boys are getting restless, you should get back to them," he motioned back to the two boys who were awkwardly standing next to each other and glancing back at you. You sighed, shooting Tony a look before picking up your drink and plastering a smile on your face.

"Sorry for taking so long, Tony wanted to chat with me quickly," the two boys smiled, the awkwardness between the two of them was suffocating.

"It's not a problem," Steve smiled. "How have you been though? I feel I haven't seen you in ages, what with all the missions," he crossed his arms, smiling a little.

"I've been good, a bit bored. There haven't been any missions that need my certain skill set," you pursed your lips, taking a sip from your drink and putting your hand on your hip. "But I'm not mad or anything," you said sarcastically.

"Have you been to the library recently?" Loki asked, smiling gently. His completely black suit fitted him well, letting him sink into the background, and you had the sudden urge to follow him.

"Everyday. I've got a large pile of books to read, but it just seems to be getting bigger," you grinned, watching him closely. His eyes seemed to sparkle as you mentioned the pile growing, and you had a suspicion he was the reason behind it. Steve coughed and shuffled about. "It's getting hot in here, anyone want to head out onto the balcony?" Steve politely shook his head, a sadness in his eyes.

"I'll come out in a minute, I'm just going to get another drink," Loki said quietly before heading over to the bar, leaving you with Steve momentarily.

"Are you okay Steve?" You asked quietly, touching his arm lightly.

"I'm good, thank you (Y/N)," he smiled, a certain formality in his voice that you hadn't heard since you first met him. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he winked at you before heading off into the party. You turned and walked slowly over to the balcony, the cool air hitting you as you stepped outside. You rested your arms on the railing, your drink hanging loosely in your fingertips.

"God," you muttered to yourself. Whilst you loved Steve, the mystery surrounding Loki was drawing you in. But you hated seeing Steve so hurt... Why did this all have to be so complicated?

"Lady (Y/N), are you alright?" Loki's soft voice sounded behind you, and you realized you had started to shake. He walked up to you and put his hand lightly on the small of your back. You took a shaky breath and another sip of your drink.

"I'm just confused," you muttered as you looked up at Loki's expression, which encouraged you to carry on speaking. "Look, I really like you Loki. And I know Tony told you I liked Steve. But in all honesty I don't know who I like and who I don't, and I just-" You took a deep breath and finished your second drink. A light fogginess came over your mind which relaxed you slightly, but didn't help with the judgement. "I just don't know." Loki stroked your lower back with his thumb, smiling a little as he watched you closely.

"You don't have to know," he said softly, taking a step away from you, but keeping his hand resting lightly on your back.

"I cannot heave my heart into my mouth," you said softly. Ever since you had met Loki you knew in your soul that he was meant for you, but Steve had been so lovely ever since you arrived, your heart knew he would treat you right, and give you everything you could ever need.

"I don't think this is the moment to quote King Lear, love," he laughed quietly. "Speak what you feel, not what you ought to say," he said, moving a little closer to you again. You were silent for a while, trying to decide what you actually felt, playing with the glass in your hands.

"I think I love you," you whispered. "I think I love you," you said, more confidently. Loki grinned and laughed under his breath. It seemed as if he had been wanting to take this opportunity to find out how you really felt, and now that it was out in the open he could finally relax.

"I think I love you too," he replied, and you moved closer to him as he said this. His hands travelled to your waist, pulling you closer to him and your own hands worked their way up his arms, before resting on his shoulders.

"Can I just say one thing?" You said quietly, the close proximity between you and Loki had knocked the breath out of your lungs.

"Anything," he replied, swaying slowly from side to side.

"If this thing between us grows, can we just take it slow?" He nodded, resting his forehead against yours. "But... I think tonight can be an exception," you leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips, him leaning in to meet you, holding you tighter against him.

"I think so too," he managed to say in between kisses. You both grinned into the kiss, still swaying lightly from side to side as you felt your heart settle for the man in your arms.

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