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haven-in-writing · 1 month ago

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Blind Trust

Prompt: (blank) is a blind witch. The avengers find her tucked away in the woods after a rough mission where they are stranded, and she helps them. They offer her a place with them on the team and not too long after, they bring Loki back to earth from Asgard.

I'm taking a little break from writing my book to write something completely different and give my brain a rest from plotting devious betrayals. So, this is what I’ve managed to to come up with from this fun little prompt I’ve had in my saved folder for a while.

I will definitely be adding to this new series more once I finish the next chapter of Bloodthirsty and Human

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The snow covering the acres of forest reflected the fire in the sky. Streaks of red and orange filtered out through the sky as the last peaks of the sun passed the tree line. Seeing the snow begin to fall, the captain turned to his teammates and noticed their beaten stances. The mission had been hard, harder than they anticipated. The unnamed group of terrorists managed to blow up the quinjet, leaving the group stranded. Of course, Tony has his suit and Thor had Mjolnir, but they weren’t going to leave the rest of the team stranded. Steve realized he needed to come up with a plan, and fast or else they wouldn’t make it a night out in the forest. Nat’s faint voice jarred him out of his stupor.

“I might be needing that after-mission checkup a little sooner than anticipated,” she all but whispered. Steve turned to see what she meant and watched as she pulled her now blood red hand away from her side. She was barely standing upright without help from Clint as he took in the various injuries the team had sustained.

“I’ll scout ahead, see if there’s some dry wood for a fire,” Steve said, looking towards the dense woods.

“Cap look, smoke,” Tony nodded in the opposite direction from where he was focused. As he looked to where Tony had indicated, he could have sworn he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Looking at the hazy, white smoke, it was clear that this wasn’t just a simple outdoor fire. Clearly there was a dwelling nearby, maybe they could take refuge until they could get a quinjet to pick them up.

“Let’s go, I’ll carry Nat,” He said, scooping up a protesting Nat when he saw the same movement out of the corner of his eye again. His hair on the back of his neck raised slightly as he recognized the feeling of being watched. Taking the lead, he surveyed each tree, every rock, even the breeze that carried a harsh winter bite for any sign of danger but nothing was there. As they walked, Steve noticed that there was a slight trail, the trees gave way to a small clearing with a small cabin nestled gently in the woodworks. It had clearly been here for a long time, moss had grown over the wooden posts and over the roof completely. It blended in perfectly with the rest of the woods, the snow that clung to the cabin only helped conceal it better. The team could see the fire from the window of the cabin and they let out a collective sigh of relief at the thought of getting shelter from the snow.

“I’ll ask if we can seek refuge, it’s a young woman so we don’t want to scare her off,” Wanda offered to Steve as she reached the girl in the cabin’s mind briefly. He could only nod, hoping that they wouldn’t be refused. He watched Wanda walk up to the door of the cabin and knock. Everyone held their breath as they listened to the shuffle of feet and the latch of a lock clicking against the frame. The door opened slightly, barely a crack and not enough to glimpse the woman that answered.

“I dropped my silverware today, seems as though it was right,” The young woman says somewhat to herself then opens the door wider and continues, “Well, come on in, it’s awfully cold out there and your friend needs tending to.”

The long silver hair that flows behind her as she walks away from the open door mesmerizes Steve. He had never seen hair that looked like moonlight. It made his hands itch to draw her. The team glanced amongst each other and shrugged, following behind the girl to get out of the cold. The cabin was larger than it looked, a large couch and several comfy looking chairs were in front of the fire. The kitchen was beyond that, with an island and a stovetop with a pot of something was cooking, filling the air with its enticing scent. They watched as she reached out and grabbed a black sweater from the back of one of the chairs, not bothering to look as she put it on and fumbled with the zipper. When she turned around, her milky white eyes shocked the group of heroes as they struggled to find something to say.

“Uh, thank you for your hospitality. We only seek safety from the snow, our friend was hurt in the woods,” Wanda’s accent thickened slightly as the girl cocked her head to the side, eyes unmoving and unseeing. Thor stood silently, slightly away from the others, but watching the girl’s every move like a hawk.

“You don’t need to lie. Let’s have a look at your friend, shall we? She’s very weak,” The girl moves to the kitchen and gestures to the table. Steve moves forward and places Nat in one of the wooden chairs. “On the table, please,” She speaks without moving her head towards him as she grabs several jars and bandages and fumbles to set them down on the kitchen table.

“Are you blind or is that a fashion choice?” Tony says quickly, unable to stop himself. Everyone tensed as they waited for her to snap back at him, not sure of what to expect from the strange woman. They definitely didn’t expect her to start laughing.

“I am blind physically, but I see more than even your witch can,” She said with a smile as she began mixing different herbs together. Before any more questions could spill out she leaned down close to Nat’s wound and hesitated above it with the mixture.

“I’m sorry but this will hurt, Natasha. It will only last a brief moment,” And she packed the gaping hole with the poultice. She murmured some incantation, and a bright light flashed over her body and into the wound and disappeared as quick as it came. Nat groaned as the light faded from her skin but made no other moves. Thor was watching even closer now, his body wrought with tension as he watched the magic flow. As it dissipated, the girl cleaned the poultice away from the skin, revealing the smooth surface that was brand new.

“My name is Adina. You are most welcome to settle here for as long as you may need.”

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haven-in-writing · 1 month ago

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spencer is for the girlies who want a cutesy nerdy boy who will beg for you

& hotch is for the girlies who want a cold yet caring man who will make you beg for him

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haven-in-writing · 1 month ago

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What is tumblr trying to tell me

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haven-in-writing · 2 months ago

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it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.

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haven-in-writing · 2 months ago

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Bloodthirsty Chapter 4

Another Day, Another Impossible Mission

Couldn't keep y'all waiting too long, you guys have been more than patient with me all things considered. Thank you for reading!

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4:17 PM. Fuck. Tony was going to track you down if you were late. The bind you were in would have been funny had it been any other day but the weight of your existence was grating your nerves as it happens. You were wondering how long it would be before the council found you. The existence of vampires was to never reach the light of day and yet you were walking a tightrope with the work you enjoyed.

"Listen dude, I don’t have time for this pissing contest. Tell the council I can come next week, no sooner availability in my schedule at the moment," You sass the wrinkly, old bastard.

"I don’t care how old you are, bitch, The Order gave specific instructions for me to bring you back with me and I won’t be punished for your insolence," the man all but sneered at you.

"The Order? That’s what they’re calling themselves now? Sounds a bit pompous, don’t ya think," you grin wickedly as you subtly prepare for his so called "sneak attack". Taking a step to the side, slowly running your fingers through your hair to distract from the movement, you catch him slightly shifting his body weight. You play it casual, as if you haven’t noticed what he’s done. Fucking newborns. Always so easy to manipulate. Makes it boring, if anything.

"I don’t have time for this," he hisses and lunges, immediately going for the obvious kill. You sidestep and easily dodge the mindless attack while faking a yawn.

"I’m surprised you’re this stupid. I work with the Avengers dumbass, I’m also much older than you," the newborn idiot just stared at you in anger. He obviously had something to prove, to himself and to the council.

"They’re going to kill you, aren’t they?" You slant your head taking in his scruffy and disheveled appearance, "You haven’t passed the trials yet either."

Interesting, the council’s making vampires and having them do the dirty work on the backend. Fucking figures why they didn’t send the formal summons, this was a test. The kid doesn’t stand a chance when he lunges towards you this time. Darting past his left side, you grab his throat and slam him onto the cement.

"I’ll make it quick, youngling," you flash him a toothy grin as his eyes widen one last time and rip his heart out of his chest. A permanent death for the undead as it would seem.

Well, that took longer than expected. 4:45PM. Now, you were going to have to run across town in your blood stained boots. That’s not suspicious at all. And knowing Tony, he most likely had his suit tracking nearby activity which means if you came in all super speedy, the suit would blast you faster than you could run.

"Fuck," You hiss in pain as you touch your side, red staining your hand. Little runt got you after all. That means you’ll need to feed sooner, to gain your strength back after your body stitched itself back together. Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you remember the council’s pet came by motorbike. Fucking fantastic! You don’t even notice a pair of green eyes following you as you take off towards the meeting spot.

A cloud of green smoke reveals Loki, his tall form emerging from the dark corner he was watching from. A thousand thoughts race through his brilliant mind at what he just witnessed. Vampires were real, and this mortal, rather immortal was one of these creatures. Figures that the first lady he took interest in on Midgard was a dead woman. If what he knew of the night dwelling creatures was correct then could this tiny immortal woman be a threat to the team?

Shaking his head as if to clear them from his head completely, he wonders why he cares. Why did he even spare a moment of thought on this woman? Was it because she was a Midgardian monster, a title that he shared on Asgard? Too many questions with little to no answers. How infuriating this dull, little planet can be. Now he definitely needed to speak with Lady Oriya of New Orleans. There was no stalling the matter.

Gathering his magic and preparing to teleport, Loki pauses as another creature's presence appears as if they had magic as well. Loki masks himself into the dark corner where he had hidden before but it doesn’t seem to fool the imbecile before him.

“Show yourself, shadow dweller!” The Midgardian shouts to the empty air around him. As Loki steps out of the shadows, the creature before him cautiously eyes the Asgardian, assessing the fine garments the prince was wearing.

“Not many can sense my presence, I’m impressed albeit a little surprised,” Loki says while bowing graciously, accepting that he miscalculated the creature’s abilities and he wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“Another god on Earth, I’m sure you have better places to be than snooping around dark alleys,” The pale skinned man all but hisses at the god. Loki ignores the malice dripping from his voice and pauses to recollect his thoughts. Obviously this was a trap, a test of some sort against y/n. What the nature of the test was, still unclear in Loki’s sharp mind, but he would figure it out soon enough. Too many missing variables made the situation even more frustrating.

“In fact I do,” Loki bows once more politely, and walks back towards the shadows he came from.

“It would do you well to forget whatever you saw, none of your concern, after all,” The man says just as Loki had melted back into the shadows, barely missing the sharp fangs extending from the creature’s mouth.

The feel of the wind in your hair is the only reprieve you find from riding this crotch rocket. You were hurt, hungry, and hauling ass to get to the meeting spot. You almost didn’t catch that there was a tracker on this bike but you’d worry about that shortly. You could throw them a bone for a short time but you’d have to take it out before you left. It’s 5:07PM as you pull onto the street where the burger joint stands. You can see Tony eyeing the bike and your appearance as you park alongside the curb where he is standing. Hopping off the bike you walk up and place your order, not like you actually needed it.

“You look rough peanut,” Tony starts with a concerned yet slightly amused expression.

“It’s been a long day,” You deadpan then grin as you punch Tony’s shoulder, careful to do it gently enough so you didn’t hurt him. Walking a little ways to the side where the vendor couldn’t overhear your conversation, Tony makes short work of your confession.

“I know you're a witch,” He spits out quickly as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Wrong, I’m a vampire,’’ You say quietly, but just as quickly hoping he wouldn’t catch what you just admitted to him. He doesn’t say anything at all, just stands there with wide doe eyes and mouth open like a barn door. You both stand there, not speaking for a few minutes, until the silence is broken by Eddie calling out your orders.

This is the first time that Tony Stark has ever been quiet for this amount of time. It’s strange and unsettling but you can see the gears working overtime in his mind. For a few minutes, he opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it. Honestly you were expecting a joke or a loud reaction, anything other than this silence you were sitting in. Taking a bite out of your hamburger seems to be the trigger for the oncoming reaction.

“Wait, so do you really need to eat human food or do you need to eat human food,” He pauses for a moment and then it’s like everything hits at once.

“Doyoubitepeoplewristsandnecksordoyoustealbloodbagshowdoyoustayoutinthesunlightareyouactuallydea-,’’ He only stops because you put your hand over his mouth, muffling the onslaught of questions. Giving him a stern look you release your grip on his face, slowly looking around and assessing the area you shake your head and look at Tony once more.

“It’s not safe here, come on, I promise no harm will come to you,” You say half pleading with him to believe and trust you. He doesn’t make a sound as you pull him to the motorbike you brought, only eyeing it suspiciously. You take a second and locate what you’re looking for, a small tracker under the side paneling. Figuring you only had a few minutes to get out of there discreetly before the lurker caught on to what was happening, you get on the bike and Tony follows without persuasion. It surprises you considering he’s just learned you were a blood sucking creature.

Taking off as quickly and safely as possible, you head towards the docks to help mask both of your scents, as a tracker was following the bike, they most likely had your scent. You can’t ride as fast as you usually did with a human passenger so you’re at a minor disadvantage with Tony on your back. Looking back you make out a small blur at the burger stand you just left. Hopefully Eddie would be okay, he had a knack for avoiding danger since he dodged the 2012 fight in New York without a scratch on his cart.

Luckily, with a headstart and the dock's stinky fish smell masking your scents the tracker can’t seem to lock onto y’alls scents. Ducking into an overhang, you let Tony off and push the bike into an opening on the side of the box crate.

“Follow me, we need to lay low and yes, Tones, you can ask your questions,” You say while Tony follows you into the small opening.

“You know, I don’t think OSHA would approve of this,” He quips sarcastically, pushing his blue tinted glasses on top of his head. Throwing your head back while laughing you shake your head in disbelief.

“You’re worried about OSHA’s safety standards while you're with a vampire, talk about priorities!” The insane notion that he could trust you is barely hanging on by a thread. Maybe he only stayed with you this long because he wanted to dissect you.

“You’re still my friend y/n, vampire or not. Of course, I do have a thousand questions that need answering, I still trust you. You’ve saved my ass, not to mention the team’s ass so many times how could we turn our backs on you?” He looks at you as if you have three heads, the idea that he would hate or be disgusted by you makes him upset.

“Shh, Tony. Wa-”

“No, you ne-” He is cut off by your hand again, you give him the look to ensure he’ll be quiet.

Listening closely you hear the tracker walking by the crates and sniffing. He wasn’t going to have much luck over here, especially while the wind wasn’t blowing down here, as there was no draft for him to pick up on. Your plan seems to work, as you don’t hear him sniffing around the crates anymore. An internal sigh of relief escapes you, taking a peep from your hole you don’t see him anywhere. In fact all you smell is blood, and not the human kind. Stepping out you walk to the edge of the hanger, and the sight before you is gruesome.

A bloody heart is several feet away from you, as is the body of a vampire. Blood is everywhere, you can’t see much else. Looking up, you see a black haired man dressed in green and gold with a bloody hand, his chest heaving as he looks up at you.

“He was following you, so I figured now was a good time to repay my debt.”

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haven-in-writing · 2 months ago

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@caplanbuckybarnes

Blue ain’t your color

Summary: Tony walks into a bar and finds himself in the presence of an angel. If only he could get her to smile.

Song: blue ain’t your color by Kieth Urban

@caplansteverogers this is for your song challenge and I hope it loaded right cause I’m at work! Enjoy! 😊

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

He hadn’t been in the bar more than five minutes before his eyes found you. A complete stranger that happened to catch his eye for whatever reason, until he actually looked at you.

Everything about you was mesmerizing in a breathtaking tragedy kind of way. The yellow dress you were wearing, while a little worn and worse for wear, complemented your skin beautifully. How the dress hugged your beautifully shaped body. He wanted to walk over and see if your skin was as soft as the silky dress.

He loved the way your hair complemented your face, it was beautifully designed. As if god himself had crafted each part of you carefully in detail and then magnified it by a thousand. The glow of the bars lights caught you in a fiery halo and had you shining like a beacon in the cold winter. It was a soft yet incredibly defined moment and Tony swore that time itself had stopped. Even with the mascara smudged under your eyes, the tear trails on your skin, Tony knew he was a goner. How could he not be, he was looking at an angel.

Deciding to make his way over to you, without the intention of bedding you, He saddled up beside you and was cut off before he could speak.

“I’m not buying what you’re selling so back off dude,” your ice cold voice sent a knife through Tony’s gut, which he promptly ignored.

“I’m not here to hit on you, sweet cheeks, I was gonna ask you to dance,” he recovered smoothly, but honestly.

“Why?” Her question was so simple but it practically shattered Tony’s brain. Why was he doing this? He’s never done this before so why now and why her?

“You just look like you could have a little fun tonight, no worries and no thinking, just some honest fun,” Tony answered after a short beat of silence between the two. He was shocked to hear his own answer cause he didn’t think, it just came out.

“Hm…. what did you have in mind, stranger?” She asked with a gentle teasing tone in her voice, rhythmically tapping her fingers against the bar creating a little beat behind the song that was playing.

“Well first things first, stranger, my name is Tony Stark,” he had a little swagger in his voice as he introduced himself to you. He saw how your eyes had a slight sparkle now and your hair was almost enough to hide a small smile creeping on to your face. Tony caught these small changes and was close to preening he was so happy that he was the one to open you up a little.

He watched as she wiped under her eyes, trying to make herself a little more presentable, before turning to him and extending her hand.

“Y/n L/n, nice to meet you Tony,” she smiled, laughing a little and Tony knew he was in love with this fallen angel.

Cause blue just ain’t her color.

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