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Ghost’s Story ( Avengers x Reader)

A/N: Since Halloween is only a few days away, I had to post some Halloween imagines. This one is far from good, I started to write it last year and I just finished it now. Enjoy :) 

S.H.I.E.L.D heard of you multiple times before. You apparently didn’t have a name of a superhero identity but most of the time you were related to children who have been saved or some bad guys arrested by a courageous stranger. They made some research and finally found you before deciding to make you an avenger.

Nobody knew what was your secret or if you had special abilities, but it didn’t really matter, after all, you proved multiple times that you were a kind of a  hero. Despite the fact that you were very secretive about yourself, you managed to seduce the team and you got along with them pretty well.

But still, the question of how you saved so many lives and stopped so many villains was in everyone’s mind. When the team asked you about it you just said that you like to help people and that you were lucky enough to be at the right place at the right moment. They just let it go until they start to notice that you obviously had some kind of abilities.

One day you knocked a glass off the table and they could swear that when you reached to grab it before it shattered on the ground, they saw the glass floating slightly above your hand before falling in it. When they asked you about it you just said that you had good reflexes.

Another time, Bucky was preparing himself breakfast in the kitchen when he saw some food items move by themselves to be placed on a tray before the said tray moved by magic moved by magic into the corridor leading to the bedrooms. Let’s say that the famous and cruel winter soldier was scared shitless. You weren’t there when it happened, so when the team told you about it you just laughed and joked about the tower being haunted.

But today, nobody could deny what they saw and it sure didn’t look normal. The team had the idea of playing a game of tag, all of you were divided into two teams and everything went to shit.

Blasts of energy were thrown at each other, arrows flew everywhere, furnitures were shattered, to the dismay of Tony who started screaming at his teammates but was quickly shut by a pillow being thrown at his face.

And when everyone thought that nothing could go worse than this, you happened to reveal yourself. You were being chased by Steve and he was at a few steps behind you, you were going to lose. Then you saw the wall and didn’t really think about what you were doing and ran straight, Steve still hot on your heels.

The captain thought that the job was done and that the victory would be his, as always, but when the wall became closer you didn’t even stop and passed through the wall like it wasn’t even there.

Sadly, not everyone had the ability to phase through walls and Steve ended up eating it, full force. The man fell back on the floor with the impact of the shock, leaving a big mark on the wall, thanks to his supersoldier strength.

The star-spangled man was laying on the floor, more confused than ever, his eyes settled on the patch of the wall he’d just hit, then he started to browsing the room for you.

The others, who had witnessed the scene were gathering around Steve, asking if he was okay and wondering what just happened.

While everyone was chatting in panic and wonderings, you went back on your steps and passed your head through the wall to have a look at your friends.

When you spot Steve, you panicked

« Are you okay ? »

They all turned their head toward you with wide eyes.

Apparently, the sight of your head coming out of the wall wasn’t something they intended to see, so when you saw their shocked expression, you completely came out of the wall and walked to them to check on Steve.

« How the hell did you do that ? »

You cocked your head to the side and bit your lower lip. You had to tell them now, and you had to face their reaction.

You took a deep breath and walked closer to your friends, looking down at your feet.

« I’m a ghost »

When the words left your mouth you found the courage to lift your head and look at them. A bunch of wide eyes, some filled with confusion, some with utter surprise and some that you couldn’t read were all looking at you.

« Why didn’t you tell us ? » Wanda asked walking up to you and putting her hand on your shoulder.

« Yeah, you know we’re all weird, you being a ghost is not that big of a deal! » Clint chimed in with a big reassuring smile.

«  Really, you don’t think it’s scary or something ? »

A chorus of laughter erupted from the group of heroes. They all throw themselves at you in a giant hug, even Steve who managed to get himself off the ground after his confusion.

«  You’re our friends, and you’re definitely not the weirdest here, » Steve told you

You couldn’t help but smile at the exception you were receiving from your friends. Who could imagine that being a ghost could be so great

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Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

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her loss their gain 2/2

part 1

Shows: Vikings and X-men

Ivar ragnarsson x female mutant reader

Requested by: no one

Warning this contains: ooc ivar, canon divergance

You look over the village, your home,after the fiasco that happened nearly a whole year ago word spread that Thor had a chosen, a woman, and that she had lived here.

Many men came for your hand in marriage, others to see the feats of the chosen and a fair few for shelter, you turned the men away with threats, the ones who wanted to see your powers the villagers wrote them off and for the ones seeking shelter, you always helped them, finding them work and a home.

You were walking through the village one day when one of the newer people came running to you, panting, “my lady, there’s men at the entrance, they said they wanted to see the chosen” shaking your head you reply “give them the decoy”, the village had come up with multiple plans for the annoyances that come to the village, including one where they get a different person to pretend to be the chosen.

“They didn’t believe it my lady, one of the men said he was there that day” sighing heavily, you were getting pretty annoyed by the pedestal these people put you on, but nonetheless you square your shoulders, took a deep breath and headed to the gates.

‘Its him’ you recognised him, it had been near a year, but you knew those eyes, the blue-grey that seemed to brighten as he saw you, ‘he’s standing’ you notice, you also notice metal pieces on his leg that seem to be holding him up ‘ahh prosthetics’.

You stood in front of the gates to the village, protectively, waiting for them to speak.

The man walked towards you slowly before bending the knee “greetings chosen, my name is ivar ragnarsson, son of ragnar lothbrok and aslaug Sigurdsdottir, i come with a proposal”  

“You were there that day, the day i revealed myself” you spoke, “yes chosen” the man, no ivar, looked up at you, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he caught your eyes, though his face and body language showed he was still guarded, you couldn’t help yourself, you reached your hand out slowly, mesmerised, his eyes followed the movement but not making any move to stop you.

“You were different then, but your eyes” you spoke “your eyes hold the same fire, the same…. beauty” you spoke the last word in english, though you think he can speak english as the tips of his ears turn run at the word, you remove your hand though reluctant, you knew you had to get this over with “what is your proposal ivar” you asked him.

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You look over your kingdom, the place you will raise your children, where you were married to your husband, where you, under the tree you were married, confessed to being from the future and where your husband excepted you and your love

Your husband, Ivar ragnarsson, the day he came to you, on his knees for help in his revenge, hell even the day you looked at him in his beautiful eyes, you knew you would say yes to anything.

“Lost in thought, my queen” you heard his voice behind you, letting a smile blossom on your lips “always, my king” you replied, before spinning around right into his arms, your lips meeting, in greetings.

“And how are you my little prince” Ivar leant down to your growing belly, “or princess” you reminded him, making him huff in amusement “yes or princess” he agreed before standing again and kissing your lips again, holding you he says “i hope they get your hair”, “and i hope they get your eyes” you reply leaning on his chest, Ivar laughs before saying “you have always loved my eyes”

“that i have my king“

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Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

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"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away. 

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face. 

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag. 

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed. 

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you. 

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back. 

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

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As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

Part two

General Taglist: @strvngestark @headinfantasy @meg-ro @427120lxld @obx-josie18 @ravenmoore14 @tessakate

Vikings Taglist: @bellroclucky03 @ringpopdust @hypocritic-trash-baby @tessakate

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The Language of Flowers Masterlist

Completed (Last updated: April 8, 2022)

Loki Laufeyson x Original Female Character (reader) x Steve Rogers

Rating/Tags: Explicit. Fluff, angst, love triangle, lots of elevator scenes, secret admirers, auction trope, flowers - obviously, and...

...one smutty one-shot!

Summary: Ms. Usison is an up-and-coming publisher who owns her own publishing company. Today is her first day in her new office at Stark Tower. What happens when she catches the eye of, not one, but two Avengers?

(⚡ Action Sequence) (💋 Smut) (💢 Angst / Trauma) (🎶 Song Fics) (👑 My favorites)

Chapter 01 | Camellias Chapter 02 | Gardenias 👑 Chapter 03 | Japanese Rose 💢 Chapter 04 | Purple Verbena Chapter 05 | Cascading Geraniums 👑 Chapter 06 | Roses ⚡ Chapter 07 | Dahlias

✨Language of Flowers One-Shots

Cherry Blossoms Calla Lily 👑💋

🍸 Love Potion #9

A sequel/spinoff of The Language of Flowers.

Steve Rogers x Original Female character (reader)

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Avenger! Loki x female therapist! Reader

After discovering that Loki’s hostility towards his team may be down to something other than him simply not liking them, you give him a little homework task which at first glance seems easy for the sexy god but soon proves to be troublesome. Meanwhile, you’re having your own existential crisis.

18+ | mentions of sex, adult themes, smut

Complete

Part 1 | You need to get laid

Part 2 | Arms for days

Part 3 | DTF

Part 4 | The heart wants what it wants

Part 5 | Taming the beast

Part 6 | Mutual decision

Part 7 | Finale

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Out of My System Masterlist (in progress)

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

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Hi, do one of you remember the fic where reader is a stark but tony and the other avengers are mean to her. I think it was a peter Parker x reader one, and if I remember correctly she had been kidnapped and tony didn't even care. And it's not Sketchbook by @dear-selena I re-read it to be sure.

Hope one of could help, thanks a lot

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Loki Series  I recommend #2

~M~

Series

When Worlds Collide (10/?) (from @miss-rebel-without-applause) [NOT COMPLETE]

Last updated : 06/14/2023

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Amazing fic !!

When Worlds Collide Chapter One

Series Masterlist

In which we meet our lovely Riley and her boss/best friend James, and learn that sometimes, theoretical physics can have very real consequences.

Rating: Tame for now

Warnings: Minor description of injuries, otherwise you're good.

Unexpected Results

James was toiling in his lab, as per usual. His assistant Riley was waiting patiently at her usual post by the fire extinguisher and first aid kit, making bets in her mind about exactly how long it would be before either, or both, were needed. She laughed quietly to herself as various incidents over the past seven years flashed through her mind, starting with the first day she'd ever met the man who had since become her friend.

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She had been running late, on her way to interview for the assistant position she now held. She hadn't had much hope for actually getting it, seeing as she was just a Statistics major in the masters program, but it had seemed easy enough and she'd really needed the money. It had been raining hard that day, not unusual weather for late April, especially in southern Louisiana, but Riley had forgotten her umbrella. As a consequence, when she finally arrived at the small warehouse like lab where her interview was taking place, she looked more like a sodden sheep dog than the confident young professional she had been when she'd left her apartment.

James had run the interview himself, offering her a towel and some tea to calm her nerves. She'd refused, she'd never liked tea much, and they'd shared a laugh over coffee, turned out James didn't care much for tea either. It had been the first of many similarities they'd discovered over the course of the interview. The interview itself lasted almost three hours, though it could hardly be called that after the first half hour. They'd discussed everything from comics to the sci-fi shows they both enjoyed. By the end of it, he'd offered her the job and asked her out to coffee the next day. He'd given her his umbrella on the way out, joking that he wouldn't want to lose the best candidate he'd met to a cold.

From the next day on, they had become fast friends. It had been a little hard for her at first, getting used to his moods and strange bouts of what she liked to call “engineer rage”, but eventually they developed a nice rhythm. She would bring him a caramel mocha and two glazed donuts every morning and sit at the small table in the corner of the large room and eat her chocolate lucky charms while watching him set up his equipment. She had started out trying to get her food and coffee out of the way before heading into the lab, but that had proved far more problematic than she'd expected so she'd taken to keeping some of her dishes and food in the small kitchenette that James had at the lab.

Since then it had been the same routine every day. She'd always had plans of bringing in appliances, a waffle maker, a griddle, maybe some cooking utensils and a hot plate, but she'd never gotten around to it. Besides, James used so much of the lab's power that any appliances she used would probably have tripped a breaker somewhere and wrecked one of his experiments, which would have sent him into a tail spin that would probably have gotten her fired.

It was about a year in when the first of many accidents occurred. James had been working on some kind of anti gravity theory, building a rig of concentric rings that a person could, theoretically, strap themselves into and have a kind of anti gravity field put around them. It hadn't come to anything, due in large part to the fact that the rig exploded during the first test run, but also, James had said, to a miscalculation in his equation. The explosion wasn't anything too damaging, mostly just a lot of smoke and a few flying screws, but the blast wave was enough to knock James back into his desk.

He'd received three broken ribs and a few cuts and bruises from the blow, most of which Riley had treated herself while the ambulance was on route, but that was when James had decided to make her his official first aid assistant. It was added to her list of duties that she would treat all minor cuts, sprains, abrasions and burns that he acquired during all of his experiments. She'd refused at first, saying, truthfully, that she had no experience what-so-ever with first aid, but he'd insisted, saying he trusted her to know when professional medical attention was needed and when he was, to use his words, just being a baby about it.

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And that was how things had been for the past seven years. She'd slowly become inured to all of his many moods, learned to ignore when he would shout at thin air like there was someone else to blame for the mistakes he made, laughed at all the small swears he'd invented for every knocked knee and stubbed toe. She'd learned how to treat everything from paper cuts to minor burns, how to wrap sprained joints and how to soothe the sometimes infantile whining that James would go through whenever he got injured.

All of this flashed through her mind as she watched him prance around his most recent creation. She'd never quite understood the concept behind it, something about the “mulit-universe theory” and breaking through walls, but she'd tuned him out when he'd started into the details of the science behind how it was supposed to work. She'd tried multiple times to explain to him that she understood numbers and numbers only, but he seemed to think that since she understood the statistics of the situation, she would also understand the quantum theory that sparked it. All she knew for sure was that he was about to flip the switch that would turn it on and she should probably be ready to put out any fires that cropped up after the inevitable explosion.

“This is it Rye, I can feel it! This one is gonna work!” He shouted from the other side of the room, rubbing his hands together as he eyed the giant lever he'd attached to the machine. He'd always had a fondness for the kind of machines you'd see in old monster movies, lots of Tesla coils and enormous switches that sparked as they were activated. Riley had a pet theory that they were part of the reason his experiments always failed.

“Oh most definitely, I can feel it in my bones.” She gave him a thumbs up, keeping her hand on the extinguisher. He seemed to miss the sarcasm that laced her words as he returned the thumbs up and heaved on the lever, setting off a shower of sparks and the hum of machinery coming to life. She braced herself, waiting for the boom and the shock wave, but she was met with nothing but the quiet whir of computers and the whine of metal on metal as the rings on the machine began to spin. It was set up like something out of a sci-fi novel, three sets of concentric rings, rotating so fast that the indentations in the metal seemed to blur out of existence.

The first and third ring were spinning clockwise but the middle ring was spinning counter-clockwise, creating a kind of optical illusion of the diameter of the whole thing shrinking and growing as it spun. After a minute she began to relax, taking her hand off the fire extinguisher and edging slowly toward her chair, watching as James ran to the rings, shouting in victory as a small blue orb began to form in the middle, slowly growing until an image became visible.

“It's working! Riley, it's working! Aha!” He threw a fist in the air, doing a strange little dance that he'd coined his “victory dance”. He'd been saving it for the day one of his theories paid off.

“James, focus! What happens next?” She shouted over the growing roar of the machines. It didn't sound like something a working piece of machinery should make, but the scientist in the room didn't seem worried so she tried to put it out of her mind, focusing instead on the image that was slowly growing inside the ring. It seemed like empty sky to her, something that you could walk outside and see, but James was acting like it was some kind of ground breaking sky line that no one had ever seen before.

“Right, of course, thank you. Now we see where we came out at.” He started slowly toward the image, still growing, opening to reveal a strange sky line of beautiful buildings. They were of a construction she'd never seen before, all gilt golden spires and high arches. But the thing that really caught her attention was the flat, bridge like crystal that stretched through the arches toward the skyline. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, shining in all the colors of the rainbow under a sun so big and bright that it didn't seem real. There appeared to be things flying in the air. They looked like old style ships, wings on the edges, curved hulls and no sails. But they weren't in the water, they were flying just under the bridge, the figures inside barely large enough to register as lines against the back drop of the sky.

James started shouting again, whooping and jumping around, calling out a name, though Riley couldn't hear it over the near deafening roar coming from the portal. He was recounting all the details he could see, telling her to write them down, though it was useless as he was doing that himself. He was talking about how clear it all was, like he could just step through, though he'd said that was impossible. That had been the one part of the explanation she had understood, mostly because it was the one part she'd been worried about. He'd assured her more than once that this portal was nothing but a window, a way to see into the other dimensions that existed along side their own while remaining safe from any environmental differences or threats that may be in them.

She kept this in mind as she took a few tentative steps forward, her eyes glued to the small ship in the portal, mesmerized by the way it seemed to sail through the air, avoiding shots fired from another ship that was coming up behind it.

“What is it? Where is this at?” She came even with James, her eyes moving over the scene as more questions began to form.

“I have no idea. It's some kind of Earth like environment from what I can tell. Blue sky, blue water, green leaves, all indicative of an oxygen rich atmosphere. Other than that, I got nothing. This is the fun part, just sit back, watch and investigate.” He pulled up a chair, sitting down with his notebook on his knees, jotting down notes almost constantly.

“Are they supposed to be getting bigger? I mean, they aren't gonna hit the portal thing are they?” She watched as the ship grew bigger, seemingly headed straight for them.

“No, they'll just pass right through it, they can't even see it, it's just an invisible little window, like a pocket dimension that only goes one way.” He gestured as he spoke, talking more with his hands than he was with his lips. But none of it seemed to put Riley at ease. She had a feeling, something she'd learned to trust a long time ago, that something was about to happen. It was this feeling that propelled her back to the fire extinguisher and first aid kit, still set out on the table.

As she opened her mouth to voice her concern to her friend, a kind of ringing began, just on the edge of her hearing, growing slowly until both James and Riley were doubled over, backing away from the portal, hands over their ears as if that could stop the pain. It was enough to have tears streaming from her eyes, her own cries added to the din. It rose to a fever pitch as the vessel in the portal drew even with the it and then the world exploded around her. It was like a million windows shattered all around her at the same time, showering her with the fragile, high pitched sound of shards exploding outward as the ship flew straight through the set of rings. The rings themselves, true to form, followed suit and promptly flew apart, scattering metal and plastic all over the room. The last thing Riley knew, before darkness took her, was the sound of metal grinding against concrete and the sound of four other bodies dropping to the floor.

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“Answer me mortal. Where are we?” The shouting was what drew her out of her unconscious, where she'd been happily working her way through a mountain of nice boring paper work. She was greeted with much more light than she was used to in the lab and the sound of booted feet coming close to her.

“Brother, calm yourself, there is another over here.” This voice was different than the one who had been shouting. It sounded kinder, though no less foreign. She felt arms wrap around her knees and shoulders, lifting her from the floor and onto the table. A face swam into her vision, blurry at first. She saw a tousle of blond hair and, as her vision began to sharpen, very handsome features. “Ah, you are awake, good.” He stepped away, letting her sit up on her own.

“What happened?” She shook her head, trying to clear it of the fog that remained.

“Riley, are you ok?” James appeared at her side, followed closely by another stranger, this one almost the exact opposite of the blond who'd put her on the table. He was still handsome, more so than the blond, but he seemed harder, colder, his eyes didn't have the same kindness in them that the blond one had and his hair was much darker, a shade of black she'd only ever seen on the goth kids she used to see around campus.

“Yeah, I think so, just kinda fuzzy. What happened? Who are these guys? Why are you bleeding?” She reached out to his face, wiping blood from the sides of his face.

“Enough! Explain, now.” The black haired one pulled James around to face him.

“I…I don't know. None of this makes sense. This shouldn't have happened. We had a window into your world, but it was just a window. Nothing should've been able to come through.” He babbled out all the relevant facts he could, holding his hands up in the air like that would defuse the whole situation.

“Window, what do you mean?” A woman's voice piped up from just out of Riley's field of vision, drawing her gaze to a slim young woman standing in the wreckage of the ship she'd been admiring in the portal. She seemed like she'd been recently ill, or still was. She was pale and her eyes were shining feverishly.

“Well, it's a theory I've been working on. It's based on the Multi-verse theory. I built a machine that could create kind of a pocket dimension, a one way window into other universes. It was supposed to be completely nonexistent on your end. Something happened that made it a door, but the portal wasn't meant to act that way.” He took the explanation as an excuse to move away from the still glowering brunette that was looking ever more murderous.

“Wait. So you actually built an interdimensional portal? How?” The woman seemed to perk up at his explanation, stepping out of the ship and walking toward him. As they neared each other, the ringing resumed, skipping over the build up, exploding in Riley's mind as the portal appeared in the remains of the rings, showing another area, desolate and barren of any sign of life, save for two figures.

One was pale, skin white as a sheet of paper, wearing black armor. The other was monstrous, taller than any human she'd ever seen and black as volcanic rock. His skin seemed to have almost the same texture as well, seeming more like stone than flesh. They were looking at the portal, walking toward it as though they meant to pass straight through. The pale one got close enough that Riley could see his eyes, staring into her soul with a kind of hatred that made her blood run cold. He reached out, inches from her world as the portal snapped shut again, taking the ringing with it.

“James, what the hell was that? I thought the damn thing was broken.” She tried to keep the anger out of her voice, knowing that he would be shaken already, but this had never been in her job description, and friend or not, she was not prepared to handle this kind of thing.

“I have no idea. The portal shouldn't be able to open without the apparatus to power it.” He turned to her, his whole body shaking, his eyes already swimming with unshed tears.

“Unless the tear you made is unstable.” The woman was at his side in an instant. He turned to her, his eyes taking on the brightness she'd seen whenever he was around another scientist and the conversation dissolved into something she couldn't hope to follow.

“Oh great.” Riley slid forward, stepping down onto the floor and checking her balance before moving to the small fridge. She pulled out a bottle of Dr. Pepper, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “So, while they work themselves up, how about some details? What happened on your end?” She directed her questions to the blond one, not wanting to provoke the brunette any further.

“Nothing more than what I assume you saw. We were flying our ship away from our home and then we went through some sort of tunnel. It was very loud, like a ringing in my ears, and then we were here. If my brother had not stopped the ship when he did, we would have been injured.” He seemed genuinely confused, not surprising considering what he'd just gone through, but her instincts told her there was more to this than what they'd seen.

“What is your name, Mortal.” The brunette fixed her with a withering stare.

“It's Riley, Riley Mitchell. What about you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, cocking a hip out as she felt her inner bitch rising to the surface.

“I am Loki.” He drew himself up to his full height, taking on a kind of regal air, though it seemed a little tarnished.

“Right, okay.” She turned, setting her soda on the counter and sighing.

“You do not believe us.” The blond laughed as he walked closer.

“Yeah, no kidding.” She turned back, trying to force a smile as she walked past him to where her coat was hanging, digging a pack of cigarettes and her Zippo lighter out of the inside pocket. She had it in her mouth and lit before either of the men could blink.

“Riley! You know it hate it when you smoke in here.” James shouted from across the room, not even turning.

“And I hate it when apparently fictional characters pop into your lab space but it didn't stop you!” She shouted back.

“Fictional? What do you mean?” Loki walked toward her, his threatening air backing down in the face of a mystery.

“You guys, Loki and I'm assuming Thor, you guys aren't real, at least, not here. I mean you exist in the old Norse religion as well as in a really long running comic book series, but there are no real people called Loki and Thor. Actually, come to think of it, you guys look a lot like the movie versions of your characters.” She tapped the ash off her cigarette, taking in the details of Loki's face.

“Movie? What is a movie?” Loki asked, narrowing his eyes slightly at her questions his existence.

“It's a form of media, a series of rapidly moving pictures paired with a sound track, all captured by cameras and put together in a studio, and none of this is making sense to you is it?” She took a long drag from her cigarette, laughing softly as the strangeness of the situation set in on her.

“Okay guys, I know you probably have a lot of questions, but I cannot do this right now. I'm gonna leave you with the scientist, he's got more knowledge about this stuff.” She dropped her cigarette, crushing it under the heel of her boot and grabbed her coat and keys, shouting a farewell to James before all but running out of the lab.

Chapter Two

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I loved it so much

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut (eventually)

A/N: this is a Loki x female reader AU. It's the most personal story I've written so far and I put my whole heart, blood, sweat and tears into it. It's a story about love and my protagonists talk a lot with each other. It's a slow burn but eventually, there will be smut.

I've never been to New York or Norway, all my descriptions are fictionalized. Also, my usage of MCU facts is incorrect and I don't delve deep into details here. I use it as I need it for my little story you hopefully like and enjoy!

This fic mentions an accident and alcoholism but only in one chapter. Descriptions are vague and not detailed. If any of it should trigger you, please don't read. Every chapter will have a warning if necessary.

Some things here are heavily inspired by @lokisprettygirl 's writing. Loki smelling like sandalwood and the overly sensitive lines on his skin when he's in his Jotun form are things I read in her fics first (HMN and TNSATSI). A big thank you to you, my friend, for being in agreement that I'm using it in my fic here, too. And also a big thank you for your constant support and encouragement. You know how much it means to me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 here

It was a cold winter afternoon, Christmas day and New Year's Eve only a few weeks away. This year it was already very cold in New York City and you had to wear warming, cuddly winter clothing for your daily walks in the park. Today you chose a knee-long woollen black dress that hugged your body perfectly, warm stockings, a pair of warm leather boots, a thick black winter coat, a big-sized fluffy scarf in shades of green and your favourite knitted beanie with the dark green big bobble…and not to forget your matching knitted gloves.

Warnings: none so far, just some flirting

After you got dressed, you were on the way to the park. Walking to that place and spending some time there after work became a ritual for you since you moved to this city around springtime. Your favourite place there was a bench at the little lake and you loved to sit there, especially when the sun was shining.

You had a fantastic view over the lake here. There was also a large lawn where people could sit, do sports or have a picnic and there was plenty of space for children to run and play safely. You loved to sit on that bench, secretly you called it yours, and you loved to watch the people here being happy and having fun. Somehow it warmed your heart to see all the couples in love flirting with each other or the families on their Sunday walks. You could have had it too, all of it but … it wasn't meant to be. Not for you.

After everything that happened and went wrong in your life, you had the urgent need to leave your hometown. You needed that distance from your old life. You had worked in many different big cities like London, Berlin, Oslo and you never had any trouble finding a job.

And now it's New York. You hadn't gotten the job you originally wanted to get but it was fine for now. Most important for you was that this city had the right measure of distance to your previous home. Besides, there was no one left there who would worry about you. It seemed you were destined to be alone so you couldn't disappoint or hurt anyone anymore.

Now in the winter time, the shallow lake was completely frozen and the first snow had already fallen. The kids built snowmen with their friends or their parents, had snowball fights or made snow angels. Some people enjoyed ice skating on the lake. It made you smile when you saw how much fun they had.

You let your gaze wander over the scenery and you soaked up every beautiful moment of it as you did every single day when you were sitting here. It always calmed you down from your stressful job and it was also a calming distraction in general.

On the bench next to yours sat a man, watching the lake and the people like you were doing, an old married couple and their dog were walking past you and you greeted each other kindly. When you began to freeze you decided to go back home. You were hungry and tired and after a hot shower, you went to sleep.

The next day at work was a very hard one. Your job as a medical assistant at a medical care centre exhausted you more and more recently, there were so many people to take care of. So today's walk in the park was extremely welcomed.

When you had taken a seat on your bench you first soaked up the peaceful atmosphere. You closed your eyes and took several deep breaths and you felt better immediately. Your gaze wandered around and on the bench next to yours sat a man again. Wasn't that the same man as yesterday? You weren't sure and you didn't think about it further.

His gaze wandered around and he watched the people in the park. He enjoyed the atmosphere here, it calmed him down in a pleasant way yesterday and so he decided to come here more often. It was a good distraction for him from the hard and strenuous trips and missions he has to make regularly.

On the bench next to him sat a woman. Wasn't that the same woman as yesterday? It should be you, you wore the same unique beanie with the big dark green bobble. He will be here again tomorrow. Maybe you'll be here again too.

The next few days went by in the same routine and as every day you visited the park. And as every day…the man on the bench next to yours was there again, too. Sitting there like you, alone like you. How come you had never noticed him here except in the last few days? You came daily here for months now but you had never seen him here. Maybe he had just discovered this place here recently and it seemed he liked this place as much as you did.

Today you allowed yourself to look a little bit longer at him. He was well dressed, in a black suit, black leather ankle boots and a coat that seemed to be too thin for the cold weather. His raven hair was slicked back and reached far over his shoulders.

Even when he sat there with loosely crossed legs you could see how long and well-trained they were. Also otherwise he seemed to be very attractive. When he turned his head in your direction and glanced at you, you looked away quickly. You felt caught staring at him and you hoped he couldn't see your reddened cheeks.

The next day you came to the park again as he hoped you would do. Same time, same place. And you were alone again. Did you wait for someone who never comes? You sat down and watched the scenery like every day. Whenever you did not look in his direction he observed you secretly. Not in a weird way, he would never do something like that. He was just curious and you looked cute with your knitted beanie with the big bobble, cuddled up into your fluffy scarf.

Yesterday you two looked at each other for a very short moment but unfortunately, you looked away quickly. He liked your pretty face and he thought he saw your cheeks reddening when he caught you staring at him.

He would like to get you known but he would never dare to address you. He would never bother you. You seemed not to be the kind of woman he usually asked to spend the night with him. He couldn't really describe what it was but there was a special aura surrounding you. You seemed discreet…and lonely.

There was something about you that evoked his protective instinct and so he decided to return to the park and this bench daily to have a look if you might be there again, too. You radiated so much peace and kindness and it made him feel comfortable. He just wanted to see you. Nothing more.

When you arrived at the park in the early afternoon at your bench, the handsome stranger was already there again, staring at the lake. It seemed he didn't even recognize you. You had the feeling of being protected by him only through his presence. But maybe it was just your imagination or wishful thinking because he was a great, tall, noble statue of a man. You had fallen for something like this before…

Nonetheless, he has intrigued you and you were wondering why he was here every day now too, on his bench and every day at the same time…at the same time as you. This morning before you went to work you decided that today would be the day when you would address him. You had nothing to lose so you would give it a chance. Of course, he was a stranger and maybe you should not talk to him but you felt drawn to him somehow.

After half an hour of sitting on your bench, you gathered all your courage and went over to him. You felt a bit nervous because normally you would never do that. But nothing in your life was normal anymore. You knew it could be dangerous to talk to a stranger. But there were so many people here around you that you felt safe enough to talk to him. And why shouldn't two lonely people talk to each other? Could be nice, couldn't it?

"May I?" you asked the well-dressed man with the black, slicked-back long hair.

Unlike before when you just looked at him from afar, you now realized how handsome he actually was. Before today you had mostly only looked at him from the corners of your eyes because you never wanted to stare at him.

He had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, small but seductive lips, curved into a slightly mischievous smile, a straight beautiful nose and irresistible piercing baby-blue eyes…he looked like a prince, his appearance was flawless, godly. Like every day he wore a perfectly tailored black suit, a light cashmere coat and a light-woollen scarf, just loosely wrapped around his neck.

You still wondered if the cold didn't affect him because he wore clothes like this every day.

He widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows when he looked up at you, directly into your eyes. You nearly forgot to breathe. He made you shiver with excitement.

"Of course! Please, take a seat" he answered while he rose from the bench.

His gaze softened and he made an inviting gesture with his hand. His smooth dark voice caused goosebumps on your skin under your cosy and warming clothes and you smiled at him.

"Thank you, Sir" and the both of you sat down again simultaneously, facing each other.

"You might be surprised why I'm talking to you. Normally I don't do that." You smiled at him, almost apologetically.

"Normally you don't? But now you do!" he smirked at you, seemingly amused.

"Ahhmm…I'm sorry, maybe…maybe it wasn't a good idea…ahhmm…believe me it was the last thing on my mind to inconvenience you, I'm sorry! I guess I'd better get going" and you wanted to get up and leave. How embarrassing, what had gotten into you?

"No, no young Lady, please stay!"

His deep baritone and the friendly tone in his voice stopped your want to leave. You smiled at him again but you still felt embarrassed and you felt your cheeks blushing. He was a fascinating man and his eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul. You were sure you could neither lie to a man like him nor not like him. You took a deep breath before you found your voice again.

"I recognized you being here every day like me, alone…just like me. And I thought maybe we could sit here together and talk to each other…but of course…only if you want."

"Believe me or not, I had the same thought but I would never have spoken to you. You know, I didn't mean to come at you like that."

"Oh, that's very decent, Sir. Not every man is like this" and you smiled at each other.

"I just …watched you from afar. Sounds weird, doesn't it? But I was conce–…I noticed you're coming to the park every day, too. Aren't you afraid to sit here every afternoon alone?" he asked you and his concern was genuine.

"To be honest…no! No, I'm not. There are so many people here every day in the afternoons, I feel safe so far." you explained.

"I've been visiting the park every day for months now and never something bad happened. Of course, something bad could happen every day. I also know that this city was attacked by aliens several years ago, but that's not how I want to live…every day expecting the worst, no!" and you shook your head. Bad days you've had more than enough.

"I always hope that every day will just offer the best things to me" you said thoughtfully and smiled.

"And now you are here every day…you could protect me if you want," you said to him and laughed.

"…no no, I'm just kidding, don't take me too seriously!" You smiled at him while you pulled your beanie right.

You were cute, really cute. Your smile was warming, your attitude was friendly, and you also seemed to be strong and confident…with a hint of sadness. He got to know many women and with most of them, he was intimately involved. With some of them he had also nice conversations but none of them was like you.

"I would do that immediately for you, my Lady. I would never let someone harm you."

He genuinely meant it and he gave you a friendly grin. But he was sure if you had known who he really was and what he did in the past, you would never allow him to do that.

"You're truly a gentleman…but please, I'm not a Lady…I'm y/n " and you offered him a handshake with your gloved hand, a radiant smile on your lips.

He took your hand and held your fingers with his, lifted your hand carefully upwards, bowed down his head and gave an implied kiss to the back of your gloved hand. When he lifted his head upwards again he looked into your eyes, still gently holding your hand. You swallowed thickly, nobody ever did that before. Never before had someone given you a perfect hand kiss.

"Lady y/n…I'm Loki Laufeyson. It's an honour to meet you!"

You couldn't help yourself but stare into his eyes with a slightly open mouth. You were utterly impressed by him and his manners.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Laufeyson" you answered breathlessly.

After what felt like an eternity, he softly let go of your hand. You wished he would still hold it because it felt nice.

You weren't sure but you thought you had heard his name before. You had lived and worked in Oslo for some time so it might be just a coincidence.

"Are you from Norway? Because of your name…"

"No, not really" he chuckled.

"Oh, okay, I lived and worked there for a while and that might be the reason your name sounds familiar to me" you explained and you still had the feeling you had heard his name somewhere before.

"Maybe you ought to be afraid of me!" he stated. He knew that nearly everyone still feared him.

"No, Mr. Laufeyson, I'm not afraid of you. I just dared to speak to you" and you gave him your sweet smile again.

"Should I be afraid of you?" you asked him mischievously.

"I don't know…" he answered you playfully with his deep, dark voice and it made you shiver.

His voice was like sweet honey that slowly ran down your body. Probably you would do anything he asks you for and you would just obey. You should better get rid of this weakness.

Instead of widening your eyes in fear, he seemed to seduce you. Why didn't you fear him? And he could swear you had an idea who he was.

"So we conclude that I'm not afraid of you." You smiled at him brightly again.

"If you'd have wanted to harm me you could've done it yet, you had many opportunities in the last days, didn't you?" You asked him confirming.

"Right. But what if I'm planning to do it?" He leaned his head towards you.

"What if I lied?"

His voice went more silent and deeper but his gaze remained friendly. You shivered again but not because of fear.

"Possibly you did…but if you want to harm me, even if you want to abduct me, I wouldn't mind …there won't be anyone who would actually miss me." Your gaze became more serious and sad.

"What are you saying?" He furrowed his eyebrows and gazed concernedly at you.

"No one would miss me" you murmured sadly.

"And still I'm not afraid of you…just a gut feeling, it rarely deceives me" you said, more confident again.

"There must be someone?" and he furrowed his eyebrows again.

He felt bad for you. What happened to you that you were all alone nowadays and his concern about you grew…feelings he knew but barely showed others.

"No, there's no one. It's a long story, Mr. Laufeyson" you said quietly and turned your head away from his gaze towards the lake and you changed the subject.

"It's a nice place here, isn't it? One of the best people-watching spots in the city," you said.

"Yes, it is. Indeed" he answered and looked intensely at you.

"It's kind of peaceful and it offers an escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, doesn't it?" he asked you and couldn't take his eyes off you. Somehow he felt drawn to you.

"Yes, it does...and it also offers a distraction from life…" you said, sighing.

"It's beginning to dusk…I should go home now" you said and looked at him again.

"Will you be coming back tomorrow? And I can assure you, I definitely won't harm you, I didn't lie to you."

He would never do that to you and he just wanted to see you again. And the confirmation that you were alone fueled the desire to protect you.

You looked and smiled at him again before you answered.

"I knew I could trust you. Of course, Mr. Laufeyson, like every day I'll be here again tomorrow. Same time, same place!"

"Same time, same place, my Lady."

He almost looked lovingly into your eyes, took your hand carefully and gave you an implied kiss to the back of your hand again. When he released your hand, you both stood up from the bench.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Laufeyson."

"See you tomorrow, Lady y/n."

On your way back home you couldn't stop thinking about him. Had you really had the courage to talk to a stranger? You laughed at yourself and your exuberance. You were about to make the same mistake as then…but Loki Laufeyson seemed to be different. Extremely handsome but different and with perfect manners. But no, you would never fall for someone again, it would just come to an unfortunate end again.

Loki couldn't believe what just had happened. You, one of the most beautiful women he had seen in a long time, so beautiful both externally and inwardly too so it seemed, dared to talk to him.

Did you actually say you trust him? Him? Without knowing him? You were adorable, indeed…and you were different. You were not like all the women who stood literally in a line in front of his bedroom door, you weren't nearly like them.

Of course, it confirmed his ego, that many women wanted him but it wasn't something that made him happy in life. If he was honest with himself he always searched for someone like you.

But he wasn't made for a serious relationship and to handle it this way, to only look for sexual affairs, was the best solution for him and it satisfied his carnal needs. And by the way, he knew there would never be a woman for him.

He knew there would never be someone who wanted to satisfy the undisclosed desires of his heart and his desire for genuine love. And so he went to the bar, like almost every day, where he would definitely find a willing companion for a lustful night of sex.

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Coffee (Part 1)

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Modern AU, Office AU

Wordcount: 2517

Warnings: reader drinks wine casually

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A/N: Hello my lovely readers! Some of you might start this story and find it oddly familiar. This is because this thing is basically a kind of re-write of my story City Lights.

I reread it recently and found that even though I kind of liked the story, I hated most of it because it is not well written and too fast paced, because I didn’t plan it out at all and also did not really proofread it. So, now a new version, though I will keep the old one up. This one will be longer, more detailed, and also will be different in a lot of places, as I want to take a few things in a different direction. The main story should be almost the same, though. I also changed the location of the story from Copenhagen to Oslo, because I live here and know the city a lot better!

Summary: You are a graduate student at the University of Oslo, and have applied for a job as a personal assistant at the Lothbrok Corporation, without really knowing much of the position advertised. When it turns out you are going to work for the (in)famous Ivar Lothbrok, your whole life is turned up-side-down.

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“I really don’t need a personal assistant, mother!” Ivar groaned, rolling his eyes at his mother, who pursed her lips. Aslaug was more than used to this gesture by her son and had not really expected any other reaction from him.

Aslaug was standing in the doorway to Ivar’s office, dressed in a smart and elegant blouse and pencil skirt combination, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, as always perfectly styled, and making her look as if she had just stepped out of a shampoo advertisement.

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Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

Relationship: Loki x female reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Note: Reader is horny and has no problems entertaining the idea of sleeping with multiple Avengers (haven't we all?).

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! Eventual smut, starting in chapter 3.

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Chapter 1 - The Dilemma

Word count: 1,729

Summary: You've been living at Avengers tower for a few months. Your training is going well except for one part- learning to use your mutant powers.

Warnings: No warnings for this chapter.

"I'm not a damn warrior!!", you yelled at Natasha after a particularly bad blow. You laid on the ground of the training room, shielding your stomach, where she had struck you.

"Well you signed up for this hero stuff, so you better start trying harder" she said dryly, reaching out a hand to pull you up.

Training was going poorly. You knew it and the team knew it, though they (mostly) continued to be polite.

It had been grueling and exhausting as a superhero in training. Not only did you need to learn basic hand to hand combat and fighting a combatant with various weapons, you also had to work on controlling and building your powers.

Before you came to the Avengers tower, you had been "yoga a few days a week in shape", not "battle aliens and bad guys in shape”. And the most frustrating part was using your powers. You had the ability to create force fields around yourself and sometimes others, but no one here seemed to understand them, and had less insight than you did into using them. Natasha had kept asking you to push and push, but it clearly wasn't working.

It had been a particularly hard session today. You couldn't manage to make a force field around yourself, and she was then able to subdue you with just a few well placed kicks and a punch to the stomach, sending you to the floor.

After helping you up, she gave you a serious look, while you tried to avoid eye contact, brushing yourself off.

"Look, if you don't think you're up to this, you need to let us know now. I know this life isn't for everyone, and I can tell you're frustrated. But now's the time to leave if you want."

All you could say was, "Okay I'll think about it," as you continued to not look at her, and turned to leave towards the showers. You felt like such a failure, like you let everyone down. You could let yourself down, and that would be fine. But the Avengers? The guilt crept into your chest as you thought about letting Steve down.

Anger at them also seeped into the back of your mind. Steve had been incredibly patient with your slowness to progress. But it was hard having teachers who didn't understand what they were working with. It was like they were setting you up for failure. You groaned as you stepped into the hot water in your shower stall. Were you mad at them or yourself?

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During your shower, your stomach reminded you it was lunch time. You decided the best way to distract yourself from this upsetting situation was to eat something delicious for dinner and have a strong drink.

Your days had become routine in the last few months at the tower. When you were done training in the mornings, you studied as much as you could- Tony had portfolios on alien races, planets, and heroes and villains for you to read.

As you dried yourself off and changed, you thought about what you wanted to eat. You didn't want to order in, you wanted to cook something comforting.

Baked mac and cheese? Oh, and a big glass of red wine to go with it, that sounds amazing.

You decided you were going to go to the store for ingredients, sick of feeling a bit trapped in the tower. It was the end of summer, and for once you would enjoy the heavy New York City heat. It was a break from the cold, sometimes sterile feeling of the inside of the tower.

You threw on a t-shirt and jeans and headed out of the locker room towards the shared space on the tenth floor.

You walked towards the kitchen in hopes of taking inventory before you went out shopping, but were surprised and disappointed to see most of the Avengers gathered in the dining area.

They all looked up from their conversation when you entered, and Steve smiled and said your name, motioning for you to join them. You're sure they saw the look of disappointment and shame across your face.

Guess dinner will have to wait a minute, looks like I'm about to get fired.

You sighed and grabbed a protein bar from the kitchen and headed over to them silently, plopping on the couch with annoyance, surrounded Thor, Tony, and Steve in chairs on all sides of you.

Steve and Tony both had a serious look on their face, while Thor smiled and took a bite out of an apple. Had they talked to Nat? Were they talking about you?

You then focused on Steve, but were momentarily distracted.

Why is Steve looking so good today? He was just poured into that flannel shirt …focus, Y/N. They're here to talk about your career, not for you to ogle Captain America.

"So, Y/N, we've been talking, and we're discussing maybe getting you some more help-" Tony said.

You felt your face contort into worry, and Steve noticed and cut him off.

"Not that your training isn't going great-"

Nice save, Steve.

"- but that maybe we're not the best people to help you with your powers. None of us has any powers like you, and we don't really know how it all works," Steve remarked genuinely.

Tony huffed, and you could tell it pained him to admit he didn't know about something.

Thor sat across from you in a large chair, enjoying his snack. He always had a warm, grounded presence when he wasn't in battle mode.

Thor spoke up, looking at Tony and Steve.

"You should call Loki", Thor recommended with a grin, crunching his apple happily.

Confused, you immediately blurted out, "Your brother? The guy who attacked New York? Why would I ask for his help?". You couldn't believe what Thor was suggesting.

"No, he's reformed!", Thor exclaimed happily with a grin on his face. "After he helped with the convergence, he came to live here in New York, helping to fix things on Midga- well, Earth. Technically he's been banished here, and he's not too thrilled with that. But part of the rules of his banishment are that he is to assist the Avengers, and any other tasks the Allfather or Allmother needs help with in all the realms. He's quite lucky that was his only punishment," Thor trailed off, looking contemplative.

You were in shock and looked at Steve, who nodded. Loki was a sort of good guy now?

Tony looked uncomfortable at the recommendation. "I don't know if we need to go that far. Besides, do we really want to risk bringing him in here?"

"He's visited here before and we haven't had any issues, Tony," Steve responded honestly.

Tony looked at Steve and a silence settled on the room for a moment while he thought.

After weighing his options in his head, Tony finally spoke, "Yea well, maybe you're right, Steve. And I don't want to wait. I already tried Dr. Strange, but he's off-world or off universe or whatever. No offense kid, but you need a tutor. I guess this is our best shot," Tony said, looking at you with a slight look of uncertainty on his face.

"Ha! Then it is agreed, my brother shall teach you how to use your magic, Y/N," Thor smiled. "Tony, ring him on your cellular device".

"Wait, don't I get a say in this?", you asked, concerned. "You guys really think Loki knows anything about mutants or their powers? And you're going to leave me alone with him in a training room? What if he hurts me?".

"Loki has no ill intent- he is trying to become an asset for your planet, and we can trust him. He will not harm you," Thor reassured you.

Steve reached out and put his hand on your knee to comfort you.

"Y/N, I agree with Thor. It's time we all put the past behind us and give him his second chance, like we did with Bucky," Steve pointedly looked at Tony, who rolled his eyes.

Steve continued, "He helped us with another assignment and everything went fine. And even if your powers aren't the same, he's the only person other than Thor who can understand more about what you're going through."

Tony pulled out his phone, and looked at you.

You knew it would be uncomfortable, but you had to trust Steve. He would always look out for you, and you reminded yourself to have faith in him.

"Okay. Let's do it," you nodded to Steve.

Tony dialed up Loki. "Yea, hey Loki, Tony Stark here. We have someone here that needs assistance, we're thinking you could be helpful….uh huh. She needs some help training with her powers, and we thought you could give us some insight…. alright, yup", Tony looked at you and hung up the phone.

"Okay. He'll be here in the morning, 7 am sharp. I don't like inviting the God of Mischief and Chaos over, so hopefully this will work. Otherwise, we'll have to rethink your place on the team. Sorry Y/N, you're good at what you do, but I don't know if it's enough for the big leagues," Tony quipped, patting you on the shoulder as he stood up and walked out of the room.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, feeling like you just failed a test. Thor got up and came to sit next to you on the couch.

"I thought this is where I belonged. I don't really fit in at home. And now I feel like I'm not good enough to be here. This sucks," you thought out loud.

"Do not fret, you will discover your purpose here. It just may not be as you imagined", Thor wrapped his large arm around your small shoulders in comfort. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a little better.

You looked at Steve, concern painted on his face. When he saw you looking at him, he smiled reassuringly. "How about we go to a movie?", he suggested. This was why he was such a great leader- empathetic, and knew the right strategy for every pitfall.

"Yea, that sounds great, Cap," you faintly smiled back at him. You felt a little warm in your chest. His kindness was almost too much sometimes.

Chapter 2: The Teacher

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Virtual Strangers {Part 1}

*Tom Hiddleston x reader*

Parts: 1/10

Words: 5.5k

Summary: When you first replied to a stray text message that was accidentally sent to you from an unknown number, you couldn’t have known who the virtual stanger on the other end was, or would be. You couldn’t have known that he was soon to become your very best friend and steady companion. You couldn’t have known that you would fall for him quite as deeply as you did. You couldn’t have known. After all, you had never even seen a glimpse of each other, nor heard the other’s voice. You only ever conversed through text messages, even if you did so every day and every night. You couldn’t have known that you would fall for a stranger, who you knew even better than yourself. Even if you did not know his name. Yet there is another question that remains unspoken: If you really are best friends and even live in the same city, why does he not want to meet you in person?

~virtual strangers to friends to lovers~

A.N.: What exactly are you getting from this story, you ask? An online friendship-turned-romance? Check. Flirting via texts? Check. Annoyed yet overly supportive publicist and friend Luke? Check. Literary references to classical literature and plays? Check. Bobby being adorable and a valid character in the story? Check. Just the right twinge of angst? Check. Humour? Check. Fluff? Check. Super long chapters because I just can’t be bothered to keep it short? Hell yeah.

Find all parts on my Masterlist!

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It was shortly after ten at night when you unlocked the front door to your tiny flat on the fifth floor, kicking it open with one foot just a little too strongly for your taste. It ended up slamming into the nearest wall behind it, causing a rattling orchestration of crude noises that surely would be heard by all of your neighbours, but quite honestly, you currently couldn’t care less. It had been a clusterfuck of a day, stressful and annoying and way too long for anyone’s good. All you wanted when you kicked the bloody door shut again and dropped your coat and leather satchel in your joke of a hallway was to get out of your fancy clothes and fall into bed with a good movie to soothe you into sleep. This day just had to be over soon… you were absolutely done with it and the world in general. Groaning to yourself quietly, you unceremoniously kicked your shoes off and finally made your way through the darkness of the flat towards your bed. You didn’t have a sofa, didn’t even have the space for one, so it was either the bed or the desk to reside at, and there was no way in heaven or hell you would spend another minute at the latter today. Not when you’d already sat at the one in your office at university for over twelve bloody hours.

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Behind the Walls Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Professor/Student AU)

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your adviser recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

P.S. This is what they look like :)

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New Beginnings Masterlist

*=Mild Smut

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(Pic credit goes to @princess-evans-addict)

New Beginnings

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 *

Part 5

Part 6 *

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

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Part 15

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Love & Marriage Masterlist (Completed)

Summary: Your older sister is getting married, but that means you need a date for the wedding. You end up asking Bucky with no other option. In order to appease your overbearing parents and sister, you end up needing to fake being in a relationship with Bucky in order to make things go smoothly. Except there’s one problem - you have a crush on him, and it’s a recipe bound for disaster - but the wedding must go on.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: This series was inspired by a prompt from @caplanbuckybarnes writing challenge, “Will you be my date to the wedding?” This series is one of my absolute favorites that I’ve written and I can’t wait for the sequel to be out (I’ll update this masterlist with the sequel series once it’s finished)! I hope you love it even a quarter as much as I do! Enjoy!

Part 1 - The Invitation 

Part 2 - The Bridal Shower

Part 3 - The Rehearsal

Part 4 - The Reception (Final)