#Bruce banner x poc!reader

[solitaryearthperson]

A Misunderstanding

Summary: Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

"Where's (Y/N)," Bruce asked, his eyes not lifting up from the beaker in front of him as he continued to pour more chemicals in.

"They're getting us coffee. Be here any minute," Tony replied, sitting in a seat not far away from Bruce's table, but still on his side of the lab, casually picking up a vial to play with.

"They're our assistant, not servant," Bruce told him, lifting his gaze and instantly furrowing his brow at seeing the vial in Tony's hands. "Put that back, please."

"I'll put it back, when I have my coffee," Tony told him, to which Bruce rolled his eyes, expecting Tony to be his usual difficult self, even when it's early in the morning.

The sound of the lab doors opening made both geniuses turn to see you entering, holding in both hands, cups of coffee, each one specifically made for them both. "Brought the coffee you wanted."

As Tony quickly grabbed his coffee, offering a quick 'thank you' before putting the vial back in its place, Bruce watched you carefully. He had a suspicion about you from the moment you began working in the lab with them and he wanted to confirm it to Tony.

"Hey (Y/N)," he said, watching your face and examining your body language closely. The second your name came out of his mouth, your body slightly jumped. He darted his eyes over to Tony to see if he was watching, and was quickly satisfied to find that he was.

"Could you just sit mine down, please?" He pointed to a far spot on the table.

He noticed the big gulp you made before nodding your head and making your way to his table and sitting down the coffee cup.

He pretended to pay close attention to the beaker, but really he slightly moved his eyes to your hand as you sat the coffee down and noticed the third sign that his suspicions about you were correct. Even though you tried to hide it, he could clearly see your hand slightly trembling. The fourth sign was revealed to him at the same time as he noticed that the hair on your arm was raised, as if in alarm. Every single time, he thought.

"Hey (Y/N), could you go upstairs, and tell Cap to come down here," Tony asked you, opening a drawer in his desk. "I wanna test something on his shield."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark," You said, before leaving to do as directed, and Bruce couldn't help but notice the way you left was very quickly, almost as if you were hurrying out to get away from him.

When the sound of the lab doors closing behind you was heard that's when Bruce decided to speak up.

"You saw it, right," He asked Tony.

"Saw what?"

"Literally everything they just did," Bruce said, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table before walking over to Tony's side of the lab, and leaned against his desk. "The jumping, trembling, and even the way they hurried out of here just now."

"What does any of that mean, exactly?"

Sighing, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, already knowing this might be difficult to speak with him about. "They're scare of me."

Tony tried to prevent the grin that wanted to appear and kept his face neutral as he responded, "Scared of you?"

"Yes. I know it."

"And why would they be so scared of you? You haven't hulked out in a while. They've only seen you in your nerdy, scientist attire, not as a green monster. There's no reason to be scared."

"We know why they're scared. Doesn't matter if I've hulked out or not. I'm still dangerous."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tony sighed knowing that Bruce still wasn't sure of himself being on the team or being in such close proximity to any of them. "Banner, I'm gonna be as honest as I can with you," he said, stepping towards him, and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are literally the softest person ever."

"Tony," Bruce tried to interrupt him.

"You're basically a teddy bear with glasses. Nothing about you besides Hulk is dangerous, okay?"

Shaking his head, Bruce tried to ignore the growing frustration he was feeling. He didn't know why it bothered him so bad, but it did. Well, that was technically a lie. He knew why it bothered him, but he hoped that working with them for so long could have remedied that. He knows that he should be used to this by now, but knowing that you, of all people, was scared of him made him feel so much worse than any other person would. "I know what fear looks like, Tony, and it looked like they were scared."

"Please talk to them about it, before jumping to conclusions about this. Can you do that?" Tony had seen all the signs that Bruce had seen for a while and had come to understand what they really were, and hoped that Bruce would soon figure it out.

"Fine. I'll talk to them about it."

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

It was close to 1 in the morning, when Bruce looked away from the computer screen at the sound of the lab door opening, and when he turned to see who had entered, he found himself instantly become nervous seeing that it was you.

"Dr. Banner," You greeted him, smiling politely at him.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Stark told me to come down and check on you. Plus, he said that you wanted to talk to me about something important."

Of course, he did, Bruce thought, moving away from the computer and sitting down next to one of the lab tables. He couldn't help but notice you seemed to be staying far away from his side of the lab.

"Yeah, I did, (Y/N). It's important."

"Okay. What is it?"

"You do know that if you have any fears, any worries about working here, you can voice them, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do," you told him, nodding your head.

"So do you want to talk about you being scared of me?"

"What-What are you talking about?" You stammered, closing some of the distance between you two.

"(Y/N)," Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to look at you. "Ever since you've started here, you've been jumpy around me and keeping your distance from me. You always hesitate to come up to me, like you're scared I'm gonna hurt you."

A look of recognition and embarrassment came over your face and you opened your mouth to explain yourself to him, but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke again.

"I understand why you'd be feeling this way, but-"

"Dr. Banner, I'm so sorry. This is a big misunderstanding -"

"I promise you're not in any danger with me," he continued.

"I'm not scared of you, Dr. Banner-"

"I have control over the big guy. There won't be any incidents of him coming out-"

"Dr. Banner, I like you," you blurted out loudly, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence.

"What," he asked, a look of surprise and confusion upon his face.

Seeing how shocked he looked, you felt heat come to your face and quickly darted your eyes away from him. You never wanted to tell him like this, but to be really honest, you never wanted to tell him period.

"You-You like... me," he asked, shock and confusion still present on his face. "Why were you being so jumpy and-and weird around me then?"

"I didn't know I was being weird," you confessed, walking around the lab table and pulling a nearby chair to sit down next to him, ignoring the burning in your cheeks and your fast heartbeat. "I didn't know how to act around you, and not show my crush, so I thought I could keep my distance. Thought it would better hide it."

"Oh" was all he said, his face suddenly not revealing what he was feeling anymore.

"Um, if you don't want me to work here in the lab with you now, then I completely understand," you said to him, mistaking his silence as a silent rejection.

"Why would I want that?" He asked, confused. Now that you confessed how you felt about him, he thought that now is a great time to confess his feelings as well. "I like you too."

His confession shocked you and it took a second for you to reply.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, chuckling softly.

"Oh... Well, would you mind going on a date with me or are you uncomfortable with going with your assistant?" You asked, curious and wanting to make sure that he wouldn't feel too weird about it.

"That depends,...will you jump and keep your distance from me the whole time," he joked.

"No, I won't, Dr. Banner," you replied, laughing softly.

"Bruce," he corrected, smiling at you, making a fluttery feeling begin in your stomach. "Call me Bruce."

"Sure thing,... Bruce," you said, excited to finally go on a date with the man you've been secretly pining for forever. "Sure thing."

[missacidburn928]

Light Me Up And Breathe In

Light Me Up And Breathe In:

Bruce Banner x POC!Reader “Nyx”

Summary:

Sometimes it takes a Beauty to tame a Beast.

Warnings:

18+ Only MDNI, Smut, PWP, Unprotected Sex, Mirrors, Oral Sex, Technically Monster Fucking, Hyperspermia 

Notes:

The music set to this session is “A-YO” by Lady Gaga. Give it a listen to get into the mood. Happy Reading Heathens  😈

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

As promised, Thor made sure to get you to your session with Bruce on time. Going so far as to escort you down the hall where you met the nervous looking scientist waiting by the door.

“Bruce, you didn't have to wait outside the room for me. You could have gotten comfortable inside.”

“I didn’t know what to expect since I left the session details up to you. Thought it might be best if we went in together. Just in case you know.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“That’s perfectly fine. We go at your pace. This is your session after all.” Turning to Thor you place a kiss to his cheek and send him on his way. Turning all of your attention to Bruce, you reach out your hand for him to take. “Shall we?”

He swallows. Lightly nodding. “Y-yeah. Let’s do this.”

You open the black door before you and usher you both inside.

The room looks like most others in this hall. King size bed taking up most of the square footage. Standard night stands, a love seat in the corner and a boudoir to the left snug against the wall.

But the thing that makes this specific room different is the mirrored ceiling spanning half of the room.

You wrap your arms around Bruce’s shoulders. Running your fingers through his slightly wild hair.

“Have you figured out my surprise yet?”

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[korieonthemoon]

Introduction!!!

My name is korie and I'm an autistic dumbass with even dumber hyperfixations.

I write fanfics :)

I will write for:

.the boys

- Billy butcher

- queen maeve

- starlight

- mothers milk

- frenchie

- homelander

- hughie cambell (maybe)

-black noir

- kimiko

. Marvel

- Bruce banner

- natasha romanoff

- otto octavius (rami verse)

- pretty much every x men character

- hobie brown

- gwen stacy

- matt murdock

- foggy Nelson

- insomniac Peter parker

- insomniac Harry Osborn

.ghostbusters

- egon spengler

- Ray stantz

Idk that's pretty much it

Suggest whoever BUT I may not write it depends on the character (don't be sad I just probably have never simped for them in my life)

Please note what gender you want the fanfic to be about or i will just write it about me (afab)!!!

Expect lots of grammar and spelling mistakes, don't complain I'm too dyslexic for it.

Will write :

✅️family+pregnancy (Not kinky)

✅️bondage

✅️impact play

✅️plus size reader

✅️disabled reader

✅️poc

🤷maybe some mental illnesses depends on how triggering it is for me and my experiences

Will not write:

❌️no underage characters unless in cute family friendly fics

❌️no noncon/r@pe

❌️no abuse or SA references even in past relationships as these are triggering for me

I think that's it, if there's a kink you want but I won't do it don't be upset I'm just not into it!

Have a nice day :)

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Stucky, Sam or Banner

the gods…

I have a thot about the heroes meant to kill Medusa, but he/they hesitate to afrer they heard that she only kill those men unfaithful for their lovers, as for woman, she throw them in the rivers,drown them.

Or Apollo and Daphne? Vertumnus and Pomona?

Cubid and Psyche??

Thanks Nana 💗 I have never written for Bruce so I am going to give this a go! 😉

For the crossover requests this is Marvel with Medusa (Greek gorgon who turns people to stone)

A/N: this took off on its own and ended up straying from where I thought it would go

Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner

Summary: You knew everything had a cost but you didn’t expect to become a monster because you got an antique for free. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, murder, blood, cheating OCs, Banner to the rescue. WC: 3.1k

You weren’t usually one for collecting antiques but something drew you to the shop as you meandered past on a Sunday afternoon. The brass handle was cold to touch despite the oppressive heat that beat down in the French Quarter but you turned it anyway and stepped inside. The door closed behind you and silenced the jazz music that the quarter was known for, the eerie quiet leaving you unsettled. 

You expected to hear some sound from the shopkeeper, a greeting, anything, but there was nothing as you wandered through the aisles of overpacked shelves and dusted junk. You had almost come to the end of the store when the feeling intensified and you knelt down to find something hidden behind a box of Mardi Gras beads. For something relatively small, it was very heavy and you dragged it out to find a concrete statue of sorts.

“It’s marble.” 

You spun around with a gasp to find an old woman at the counter, amusement shining through her clouded eyes before she broke out in a wheezing laugh. 

“You kids are always on edge these days.” She chuckled, walking around the counter with the assistance of a cane fashioned to look like a snake.

“Well considering we seem to be constantly attacked by aliens or some other supernatural being I think we are allowed to be a little wound up.” You complained as you pulled yourself up from the floor. “How much for the marble…thing?”

“Vessel.” She corrected, hunching over to pick it up and carry it to the counter.

You frowned as you remembered the weight of it but she had no problem placing it gently beside the cash register and gesturing you forward.

“There’s always been attacks of some kind, cher, best not to worry too much or you’ll end up wrinkled like me.” She said as she hit some buttons only for the ancient machine to splutter. “Look at that, she’s finally died. My priestess would tell me that was a sign.”

She pushed the sculpture towards you and you shook your head reaching for your purse. “I can’t take this, it’s gotta be worth something.”

“It has value, but not in money. Take it, cher, something tells me it’s already yours.”

You grabbed the base of the statue and tilted your head in confusion as it no longer looked warped and unrecognisable but now resembled a woman. You brushed the oddity off, thinking it must have been hidden under years of thick dust, and picked it up to find it much lighter than before. 

“Strange.” You muttered under your breath as you headed for the door. Realising you hadn’t thanked the woman you turned back but found the shop empty, the beaded curtain doorway to the back perfectly still. “Very strange.”

As you walked home, you dusted off what you could and planned to give the statue a thorough clean. Your nails kept catching on something wrapped around the woman’s throat but you couldn’t quite get a grasp on it, especially not when you were walking through the busy Bourbon Street. 

“Okay, what secrets are you hiding?” You mumbled to yourself as you set her on your kitchen bench and filled the sink with hot soapy water. The water was filthy by the time you had scrubbed her clean and you gasped as you found a necklace wrapped around her neck, an amethyst stone hanging between the perfectly carved swell of her chest. You carefully unravelled the thin gold chain and held it up to catch the light, a rainbow reflecting from the facets of the stone. “Holy shit.”

You admired the pretty jewel as you pondered what to do but you couldn’t in good conscience keep the necklace. Pocketing it, you left the statue soaking in the water and made your way back to the store. 

Confusion slammed you as you reached the corner in the quarter where the store had been, only now it was a costume shop. You spun around, checking all of the shop fronts before confirming this was the very spot you had been less than an hour ago. 

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked aloud only to be glared at by a mother walking with her child. “Sorry.”

You pulled the necklace from your pocket and looked at the disorientating shop. You couldn’t exactly give it back now and the old lady had said it belonged to you, so you unlatched the clasp and draped it over your chest. A shock rippled through your body as the clasp locked behind your neck and the stone heated between the concave of your chest. The heat spread across your skin until you were sure you would have to scream, then everything went dark.

“Breaking News: Two more female bodies have been found in the Mississippi this evening making it the fourth recovery this week. Just as we found with the last two cases, each woman had been anchored to the riverbed by a stone-carved male, each carving resembling an active missing persons case…”

You turned off the tv before you had to hear anymore details and dropped the remote beside you with a sickening feeling. The necklace pulsed against your heart and you tried once again to pull it off but the chain held fast, not even the bolt cutters you had borrowed from your neighbour could cut through it.

You could still hear their screams, hear the splash of water as you pushed them from banks of the Mississippi to punish them for their adulterous ways. You could never remember how you found the lovers, you rarely went out after dark but there you were - suddenly across town with vengeance in your heart. 

You knew the power rested in the jewel, it would emit a glow that turned the cheating men to a statue, trapping him in a lovers embrace with a heart of stone that he deserved. The call of the river sung to you, overpowering the terrified screams of the women trapped in an unbreakable, cold embrace. You were a passenger in the backseat of your own body.

“What do you mean they were people?” Fury growled as he paced his way across his office. “I saw the statues.”

“Only, they aren’t statues.” Dr Banner said as he turned his laptop screen around. “A first responder broke the arm off one to extricate the victim and look at this…it's perfectly preserved anatomical structure.”

Nick stared at the screen, looking closer at the intricate detail of bones and veins beneath the layers of marble skin and muscle. “Have you seen anything like this? ‘Cause I know I certainly haven’t and I’ve seen a lot of weird shit.”

“Personally, no. But-”

“Of course there’s a but.” Nick sighed before gesturing for Bruce to continue.

“You’ve heard of Medusa, right?”

“Greek myth, lady with snake hair, hates men. That Medusa?” Nick rolled his good eye and crossed his arms in disbelief. 

“Thor was a myth until, you know, he landed in New Mexico.” Bruce pointed out. “And she didn’t hate all men. See, she was supposedly cursed by Athena because she had an affair with Poseidon. All the missing men, the one’s I believe were turned to stone, were having affairs with the women who were drowned in their arms.”

Nick thumbed his chin as he began his pacing again.“So you think this is Medusa? Interesting…but why now?”

“I don’t know.” Bruce shook his head, closing his laptop.

“Ok, well where did she come from?”

“I also don’t know that.” 

“Well, what do you know?” Nick huffed as his patience waned.

“All of the murdered are localised to New Orleans.”

Nick nodded. “Make sure you bring me back some real Gumbo.”

“Excuse me?” Bruce frowned before tearing his glasses off his face. “You can’t be serious, I’m a scientist, not a field agent.”

“Laissez les bon temps rouler.” Nick chuckled, pointing out his office window to the helicopter coming to life at his order. “Let the good times roll.”

It was a quiet Tuesday night when you felt the stone heating up once again and your vision began to dim. You tried your hardest to fight the impending darkness, knowing nothing good would come of it, but you were too weak and quickly fell prey to the power of the cursed stone.

“There, we have another spike.” Bruce said excitedly as he jumped out of his computer chair in the laboratory SWORD had set up in New Orleans. “Tracing the electromagnetic waves now, and we should have a lock any second..gotcha.”

He dropped a pin onto the virtual map in front of him, right on the river's edge in Saint Rose. The group of agents were already assembling around him as he grabbed his tablet and followed them to the convoy of trucks ready to go. Bruce still looked like he should have been in his lab, his white coat hanging open over his humble button down shirt and his wire framed glasses sliding down his nose, but his face was surprisingly stoic as he prepared himself for what they would find.

Nick’s orders were simple: kill whatever it is killing the New Orleanians. It wasn’t something that sat well with Bruce, preferring to have an intellectual conversation over fighting, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. First he needed to warn the oblivious agents to the dangers they were getting into.

“We are about to come face to face with a being of immense power, she is most likely an ancient goddess who has been cursed as a monster.” Bruce looked up from the tablet to see how everyone was taking the news and found them being attentive so he went back to the dot on the map. “She has the ability to turn men, who have or are cheating on their partners, to stone. We don’t know exactly how this power works so, to be on the safe side, if you have ever cheated on anyone - sit this one out.”

The small boat rocked gently with the waves rippling across the waters surface but its occupants were oblivious as you stepped onto the deck. Their infidelity was a magnet pulling you closer, or perhaps it was a distasteful scent on the breeze, either way it was leading you straight to where they were committing their mortal sin. 

“Woah, what the hell!” The man shouted as he caught sight of you over the woman’s shoulder, her rhythm unfaltering as she rode him.

His scream pulled her from her revelry and she tried to climb off him as his skin turned grey but his hands were frozen on her hips, the fingers digging into her skin turning to stone. 

“Help me!” She screamed as she craned her neck and saw you standing passively by the door. “Please!”

Your eyes were a nightmare inducing milky grey, reflecting the stone that now lay beneath her naked body, but your smile was much darker. The amethyst hanging from your neck glowed brightly and the boat creaked as the weight of the stone tested the buoyancy. You could feel the pressure of the river rising and stepped back, closing the door to the cabin before making your way back up to the pier. 

Your feet touched the wooden planks of the jetty just as the stone man broke through the bottom of the boat to sink to the riverbed, his lover trapped in his embrace. You could feel the power beginning to fade as the curse finished its relentless cycle but the relief was short lived as the all too familiar scent blew upwind. Your eyes darted across the dark banks of the river and the glow of the city on the horizon silhouetted the shapes of people closing in on you. 

You tried to fight the urge again but the power was all consuming and pushed you to the corners of your own mind as you stepped forward towards the danger. 

“Medusa!” A man called out and you tilted your head as you recognised him from the Avengers, Bruce Banner. 

“Mon Cher, you know my name.” Your lips moved but another voice spoke, the old woman from the antique store, forcing her words from your mouth. “And you brought me an offering.”

You inhaled the thick scent of illicit love and stepped closer to a pair of agents clutching their weapons tightly. A strong hand latched onto your shoulder and you peered down at the limb that was turning a soft shade of green.

“You’re not gonna hurt my friends.” Bruce warned as he pulled you away from them, the pain of his grip waking you from the nightmare you were trapped in. 

“They brought it on themselves.” You spoke coldly as you felt your eyes turning grey as the power swelled once again. His hand was growing larger and his strength threatened to crush your collarbone but you welcomed the pain as you fought for control over your own body. “The…necklace.”

Your voice was broken and the very air seemed to want to suffocate you as you squeezed the words out of your lungs before losing what little control you had regained. Bruce's eyes darted to your chest, seeing the pendant’s unnatural glow, and he dropped his hold on you so he could swipe at the chain. Blood trickled down your neck as he tugged the deceptively strong gold strand and you screamed at the flood of pain that washed the grey from your eyes. 

Bruce watched the change with fascination, remembering how he at one point had his own wars with the enemy in his body. Realising he was going to decapitate you if he pulled any harder, he changed tactics - knowing he could not follow Fury’s order and kill you. He grabbed the necklace with both hands, each one pulling away from your head as his hand grew larger and greener. 

“Come on buddy, I need your strength.” He muttered under his breath as he began to pull. 

The necklace seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting as he gritted his teeth, a guttural cry thrown to the night as his agents watched the Hulk struggle to break a thin gold necklace. Every small stretch of the chain released you from the hold it held and you placed your hands over his hand in front of your, pushing as hard as you could to help. 

“Please, don’t let go.” You begged as you looked up through your tears to see the veins in his head bulging with his effort and his eyes glowing bright green. 

Something about your voice drove him to push harder, a need to protect you from what caused the fear in your tone. Hulk felt the fear as his own because he knew how it felt to be trapped in a body and the need to be freed and he pushed further into Bruce’s consciousness as he loaned all of his strength. Blood dripped from Hulk’s hands as the chain bit into his tough skin, but still he held tight and gritted his teeth through the pain. It felt like a losing battle. 

“If you can’t break it, you have to kill me.” You whimpered as you saw his fingers begin to slip. “Promise me.” 

You closed your eyes as the ropes of muscles wrapped around his arms bulked up even more while the planks of the pier snapped from the bracing of his legs. 

“Do. It.” You growled, hating the thought of going back to being a killing machine for a cursed goddess.

“NO!”

You were shocked by the defiant anger fuelling Bruce. It had been a long time since anyone stood up for you that you had forgotten what it felt like. You could almost believe he cared that you lived. Unfortunately the armed agents at your back didn’t have the same convictions and you heard them cock their weapons, the bolt sliding into place as they raised their assault rifles to their shoulders.

“I SAID NO!” Hulk’s booming voice rattled your eardrums and with one last ditch effort he prised the chain apart, a ripple of reminiscent power exploding out and knocking the agents to the ground. Bruce caught you as the sonic boom rendered you unconscious and the jewel faded back to its natural state in his hands. He stumbled over the broken planks of the jetty but kept you safely cradled in his arms, placing you gently in the back of the Jeep he had arrived in.

“Would’ve been easier to just kill her.” Fury said as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Is that SWORDs solution to everything?” Bruce asked as he straightened out his clothes that were a little stretched but still in one piece.

“It’s not named FLOWER for a reason.” He chortled before nodding his head to his agent. “Hill.”

Marie stepped up with a secure briefcase and opened it for the necklace, snapping it shut the moment Bruce laid in on the insulating foam.

“You’re not gonna try to make a weapon out of this right? You do remember what happened with the Tesseract.” Bruce checked as he placed a heavy hand on the briefcase.

Fury grabbed the handle and pulled it out from under Bruce’s hand before disappearing into the shadows, his deep laugh echoing behind. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

“Hey! What do I do with her?”

“That’s up to you, Doctor Banner.” Nick said, his voice getting quieter with each step. “She’s wanted for the murder of at least 8 people.”

“But it wasn’t her!” He argued, watching you stir on the back seat at the noise.

“If only someone knew a lawyer who specialised in the supernatural…”

Bruce was already reaching for his phone, sending a silent prayer that his cousin Jennifer would answer his call. Her law firm was based in New York but hopefully she would make the exception for family. He had seen your eyes, seen your selflessness as you were ready to sacrifice yourself so that everyone else would be safe. He didn’t want to see you suffer the consequences of Medusa’s curse, you had already suffered enough.

Bruce climbed in the backseat, his leg becoming your pillow as you curled up and shivered as you no longer had the heat of the jewel. Shrugging off his lab coat, Bruce draped it over you as he noticed your eyelids twitching and your breathing quicken and he wondered what you were dreaming. Whatever it was, he hoped it took you far away, if only for a moment.

The trill of the phone stopped ringing and a sleepy voice answered before it went to voicemail.

“Hey Jenny. It’s Bruce.” He said quietly, trying not to wake you. “I need a favour.”

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Can I pleeeease get a Hulk (by himself) and bbw reader where he's the only person he actually speaks full sentences to? She's his therapist so she gets hulk as close to "normal speech and behavior" as possible & it's enough for him to tell her he loves her?

Sorry for the long wait!!

Being Bruce's confidant when he's hulked out includes:

-Him slowly learning how to talk in full sentences

-The rest of the team being surprised at hearing him actually speak and not just scream bloody murder

-Natasha being lowkey jealous because she thought that she'd be able to bring out the best in Bruce

-You being so touched and help him use normal speech as much as possible when he's Hulk

-Bruce appreciating your help and being able to actually tell you what has made him hulk out in the first place

-Your close friendship slowly turning into something more intimate

-You not wanting to jeopardise it so you keep quiet about your romantic feelings towards him

-You becoming Bruce's sole confidant and comforter, especially after missions as he still struggles to shift back on his own

-Natasha being petty enough to try and meddle into your friendship, trying to make Bruce believe that you're just putting up a show for no reason

-You checking her asap

-Bruce hearing the whole confrontation and that motivating him to confess his feelings for you

-Him doing that the next day during a mission but he gets so distracted that he actually ends up hurt

-"I-I love you" is what Hulk whispers while staring up at your beautiful face before passing out and shifting back into Bruce

-Him being immediately being flown back to the compound to get the medical treatments he urgently needs

-You not leaving his side and patiently waits until he wakes up before you gently kiss him and tell him that you love him too

Emmanuelle💋❤

[canumoveurseatup-no]

HC: Bruce discovering he has a daddy kink

Requested by: @lilflipfone  (hope ya like it, honey bun!)

A/N: Check out my newest story, Footsteps. It’s Tony x black!daughter angst. Once it gets to at least 100 notes I’ll release my Peter angst!

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, LISTEN, DON’T READ THIS IF DADDY KINK IS NOT YOUR THING. Thanks, enjoy, honey buns.

Feedback is appreciated!!

-OOOKAAAAY so you know greying Bruce? yeah, DADDY.

-I think Bruce always knew that deep down he was dominant. Like in every other situation he was shy but in the bedroom he could finally let go.

-He just need that push... that one thing to push him there.

- He always wanted to go a bit further in the bed room

- Add more to your usual routine

-One night he was just having a hard time in the lab, coming up with a certain formula, nothing was working.

-He actually decided to take a break without anyone forcing him, WOAH WHAT?

-He walked to y’all’s shared bedroom and heard the bass of an unfamiliar song

-”Why don't you love me daddy? why don’t you love me daddy? why don’t you, why don’t you, why don’t you love me daddy?”

-The word dripped from your lips like your favorite wine, your hips swaying to the song and he didn’t know how to act.

-That was his push

-He stepped in the room and shut the door behind him making his presence known

- you continued to dance and sing the song even after you saw him eyeing you hungrily.

- He grabbed your hand and brought your body flush up against his, your butt rubbing up against his tightening khakis.

-”Why don’t you love me, daddy?” you sung

-”I do love you, baby. Want me to show you?”

-You hadn’t expected this to happen but hey, who’s complaining?

- You only nodded, but he wanted to hear the words out of your mouth.

- “Speak up for me, honey”

-”Yes, daddy”

-Hulk would low key be sitting back, enjoying the show because puny Banner was being what? DOMINANT

-It’d be one of the few times Hulk would shut up in his head around you.

-And after that your clothes came off in a flash.

-He had your hands pinned above your head and made sure you didn’t break eye contact

- He wouldn’t allow it

- His stroke game. UGH!

-He’d angle your hips up just to hit those deepest, sweetest spots

-His hands- OOOUUUUUUU

-One hand he’d wrap around your throat, the other running itself up and down your body, he was stimulating you all over

- Don’t sleep on the quiet ones. Don’t underestimate them

- He was fucking you so good you thought you were going to cry

- “oh my God, daddy!”

- He got so much confidence from you calling him that

- “Who’s pussy is this, huh? Who does it belong to?”

- “Yours, daddy, it belongs to you”

- The way he’d moan when the name flew past your lips, made him weak but made him feel so strong at the same time

-”Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum”

- “Fuck, baby, say it again”

- And you did. Calling him daddy made you feel so vulnerable and submissive to him and you loved it (you’re still an independent bad bitch though)

-The way he moaned your favorite pet names in your ear made you feel so loved

-It was so intimate, so intense that you did shed a few tears

-Your orgasm wasn’t just any normal orgasm

-It wasn’t just in the pit of your stomach. 

-No, that shit took over your whole body! Tingles in your finger tips, it was so intense you could not keep your eyes open

-Your body twitched in pleasure and you felt the feeling run from the crown of your head all the way down to the soles of your feet.

- you let out a long, drawn out Fuck, daddy

-”Yes, let daddy hear you”

- the noise he let out was so unholy as he finally pulled out and let it go

-Both of you caught your breath. You sprawled out like a snow angel and him sitting back on his heels.

-”Damn, babe. I wouldn’t peg you for a daddy kink kinda guy”

-Hulk was clapping in Bruce’s head

- “Puny Banner, big man now!”

- Bruce smiled at you and kissed your nose before getting up to get a warm, wet rag.

-You decided to push his buttons and let “daddy” slip out as he cleaned you up.

- Immediately. he got hard allover.

- “Dammit, Y/N,”

- “GO BANNER!”

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First HC, and I hope you liked it.

Don’t be afraid to request guys!

Coming this week (maybe) is a new Peter imagine!

Tags- @sideeffectsofyou @chonisberonica 

[raineydays411]

The adventure continues

Bruce Banner x daughter! reader

Summary: It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been on Sakaar. You and Loki have been kissing the Grandmasters ass in order to stay in his favor. That’s when you see a familiar face.

A/n: Hello! So I finally found the energy to write this chapter lol sorry it took so long. Also, I’m not too sure how to spell Sakaar, soo if there are different spellings please ignore that 

You sigh as you sit next to Loki. It’s been about two weeks since you came to this planet. You haven’t even begun looking for your father. No, instead you and Loki have been running around kissing the Grandmasters ass. 

You found the man amusing, his chaotic energy was entertaining to say the least. But he had an air of danger to him. You tried to make sure to stay on his good side. Loki seemed to have the same idea as well. 

You and Loki have become significantly closer during your stay here. You never thought that you’d be so close to the God that tried to take over your planet, but here you were. Since your talk in the tailor's room, Loki has become increasingly overprotective over you. He was constantly by your side, glaring at anyone who dared to come up to you. Now as annoying as that sounds, he has gotten you out of some sticky situations. 

For example, there was this one time this alien tried to kidnap you, claiming that as a terran, you’d make him rich. Well before he was able to step even a foot away, Loki was there and almost ripped his arm off. The only thing that stopped him was the Grandmaster. He assured you and Loki that the kidnapper would be taken care of by his “Champion”. Whatever that meant.

That was another thing you tried to avoid on this planet. The Grandmaster’s fights. Something about the idea of sometimes innocent beings being forced to fight for others entertainment was wrong to you. And while to the rest of the population it was the norm, you just couldn’t stand the thought of watching these people slaughter each other.

Other than these few incidents, you and Loki have fit in pretty nicely. Loki was at ease with this crowd, charmingly talking to them and winning them over with his silver tongue. And you have made a name for yourself as well. You were known as one of the best storytellers in Sakaar. Of course, you usually told plots of the movies, plays, and books you memorized from Earth. But what they didn’t know won’t hurt them. But unlike Loki, you were getting restless. You wanted to find your father and go home. You miss Tony and Pepper, the way they were so sweet to each other, and the way Steve would ruffle your hair in the kitchen after his work outs. You wondered of they were worried about you as  you have been missing for two weeks now. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice a familiar face who was strapped down in a chair. However, you did notice when Loki went tense next to you. Looking up at him you raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.

“I’m fine”, he said quickly, “Darling, it seems as if the Grandmaster will be inviting us to watch the newest competition, perhaps you’d want to make yourself scarce before he comes.” 

You smile, appreciating the warning and stood up excusing yourself. You thought you heard someone call for Loki, but brushed it off as he was very popular among this crowd. You made your way to your room, desperate for some peace and quiet. 

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Loki lets out a relieved sigh, knowing that if you saw Thor in that chair, you would have made a rash decision and ruin all the plans you both had made.

He stands up, excusing himself from the small group that formed around him. He rushes to Thor, shushing him.

“What?!” ,Thor asks confused on why Loki was shushing him. 

“You’re alive?”, Loki says, in a hushed tone. Thor looks up at him as much as he could, the chair restricting his movements. 

“Of course I’m alive!”, He shouts quietly

“What are you doing here?”

“What to you mean what am I doing here?!” ,Thor says exasperatedly, “ I’m stuck in this stupid chair! Where’s your chair?”

“I didn’t get a chair”

“Then get me out of this one!”

“I can’t”

The two brothers were so caught up in their silent bickering, they didn’t notice the Grandmaster appear right next to them.

“What are you whispering about?”

The two jumped apart. 

“Time works differently around these parts.”, He says, “Anywhere else I would be like millions of years old but here in Sakaar I’m like...”

He trails off, leaving an awkward silence. He smiles and glances at Loki as if he was waiting for him to say something. Loki laughs nervously, looking from Thor to the Grandmaster. Thor looked in between the two totally confused on what was happening. 

Seeing he wasn’t going to get an answer, the Grandmaster continued, 

“ In any case, you know this uh, um”, he turns to Thor, “ You call yourself the ‘Lord of Thunder?”

“God of Thunder” ,Thor corrects, he gestures at Loki, “Tell him”

“I have never seen this man in my life.” 

“He’s my brother!” ,Thor shouts getting frustrated.

“Adopted.”

The Grandmaster looks at Loki, “ Is he any kind of fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and you’ll find out.” 

The Grandmaster laughs in amusement, as if Thor told him a joke instead of threating him. 

“Hey Sparkles, here’s the deal, anyone who defeats my champion shall win their freedom.” 

As the Grandmaster and Thor had their conversation, Loki’s mind was racing. He had a plan. A plan to overthrow the Grandmaster and (reluctantly) help you find your father, even though he doesn’t know who your father is. He already adjusted the plan when you arrived, and now Thor. He has to keep both you and him in the Grandmasters favor. 

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Thor call his name once more. He turns to see him being carted away on the chair he was bound to. He smiles at the Grandmaster and excuses himself, forcing himself to mingle once more and not rush off to find you. After a while, he manages to sneak away from the crowds and go back to his room. He finds the room where all the gladiators are being held and makes a clone, stepping into the prison. He sees Thor, saying a prayer for Odin as they were not able to give him a proper burial. He joins in, seeing Thor tense up at his voice. 

“It hurts doesn’t it...being told you are one thing only to find out that it was a lie.”

Then Thor turned and sat indignantly, refusing to acknowledge Loki.

“I couldn’t jeopardize our position with the Grandmaster. It took time for us to win his trust. He’s a lunatic, but he can be amenable.” 

ping. Thor throws another pebble at Loki. Loki sighs, knowing that it was going to be useless talking to him at the moment.

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You sat in your room, listening to music on your phone. You may not have any cell service, but surprisingly, this planet has great Wi-Fi. 

You’re writing in a journal you found in the bag Strange gave you. Ever since that first day you arrived at Sakaar, you have been journaling your experiences, thoughts, and feelings in this journal. You also have been writing down methods you could use to find your dad.

You were so lost in the music and your writings that you didn’t notice Loki walk into your room. He saw that you weren’t paying attention and decided to scare you. 

He crept quietly, making sure to make no sudden movements that would catch your eye. But before he could actually scare you, you spoke up. 

“Don’t even think about it Loki.”

“How did you know it was me?” ,He asked, surprised at your reflexes. 

“I can smell your hair gel from outside the door.” You say, rolling over to look at him and removing your earbuds. You laugh at the offended look on his face. 

You both chuckle and then Loki’s face turns serious. 

“Y/n, we have a problem.” 

At those words, your heart begins to race. You worry that the Grandmaster has lost trust in the both of you, or he has become suspicious of you both. 

“What’s wrong?”, You ask, chewing on your lip in anxiety. 

“It seems that Thor has found his way on Sakaar.” 

You breath a sigh if relief, “ Oh, is that it? That’s fine, we can just get him on board and adjust out plan--”

“No, we can’t.”, Loki interrupts.

You squint in confusion, “Why not?”

“It seems that the oaf has gotten himself captured and forced into the gladiator fights.”

You gasp and quickly stand up, “We have to help him! He could be killed!”

“Calm down”, Loki says, resting his hands on your shoulders, “ Thor is far stronger than you believe. He will be able to handle himself. What we need to do for now is to keep our heads, and stick to the plan.”

“Stick to the plan?! Loki, we can’t just leave Thor on his own!”

Loki sighs, “ It’ll be better in the long run. If the Grandmaster suspects mutiny, we can both be killed or forced to fight as well.”

You stay silent, taking in the words that Loki is telling you. 

“Alright.” ,You agree, disappointed you couldn’t do anything to help Thor.

“That’s a good girl.” Loki says, patting your head. He turns to walk out of the room, “ Come along, we mustn’t give the Grandmaster any suspicions.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your phone and journal in your bag. Following Loki down the hallways, you sigh. You miss home. You miss your dad, And you feel completely useless. 

“Darling”, Loki whispers, “Now, I know you don’t like the idea...but perhaps you should make an appearance at the fights”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion, but before you speak Loki continues. 

“ I won’t force you, but just know that the Grandmaster is incredibly proud of his champion, and you seeing it would be more points toward you.”

You nod. You’d have to go eventually. Might as well get it over with. 

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You and Loki arrive to the arena late. You didn’t miss much except for the opening act. You hear the roaring of the large crowd, thirsty for blood and carnage. It churns your stomach. 

Then the Grandmaster appears in hologram. You don’t really pay attention, you just force yourself to relax. You know that if Thor is fighting then he’ll be okay. But the thought of watching a friend murder another living being that is most likely innocent makes bile rise in your throat. 

You’ve never been a person who likes violence. Violence meant that you and your dad had to move again, violence meant that you would be left alone.

Despite this, Tony made sure that you knew how to defend yourself if you had to. You trained with Natasha at first but...it didn’t go so well. So you started training with Steve and Bucky. You learned quickly but hardly ever used your training. Mainly for stress relief or a good work out.

But here on Sakaar, you had to be on guard all the time. It was exhausting. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Loki wasn’t here. Surely without him you would be dead. 

You zone back in, hearing the Grandmaster introduce the first contender. 

“Ladies and gentlemen...I give you...Lord of Thunder. Watch out for his fingers, they sparkle.”

To your surprise, Thor walks out from his waiting area, the crowd booing as he enters. He was wearing different armor and most noticeably, his hair was cut. He had red markings going down the side of his face. 

“Jeez, now I remember why I had a small crush on him back in the day” you mutter to yourself. Loki looks at you in disgust and disappointment. You avoid his gaze, looking intensely at the arena. 

“Okay! Lets get ready to welcome this guy” 

The crowd cheers, getting excited for the next contender. The grandmaster rubs his hands together.

“Here he comes” 

a boom goes off and green smoke fills the air. The crowd applauds and cheers as they burst. 

“He is a creature. What can we say about him", 

Rumbling shakes the ground as the arena is lifted. Your chest fills with anxiety, this champion must be big if they have to lift the arena. You turn to Loki, seeing his face light up with a mix of emotions. 

“Well hes unique. There’s none like him” 

The rumbling continues as the area is still being lifted. 

“I feel a very special connection to him.” 

You see Thor prepare to fight, putting on a helmet. Concern fills your heart and the audiences cheers fill your ears. 

“Hes undefeated.” 

Loki’s words fill your head. Reminding you that Thor is a god. He’ll be okay.

“He’s reigning”

You settle down, trying to reign in your anxiety.

“He’s the defending.”

 Loki looks at you and smiles, brushing a curl out of your face and patting your cheek. You instantly feel better, knowing that someone is there for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you” 

“This guy really knows how to build suspense.” You whisper to Loki, who snorts into the drink he has. You both quiet down as the champions doors finally start to open.

“Your Incredible...” 

A roar fills the arena. A roar that makes your blood grow cold and your breath stop.

“HULK”

And there, bursting out of his holding area, was the Hulk. Dressed in gladiator armor, holding an axe and club in both hands. The crowd goes wild, cheering loudly at the sight of their champion. 

Your father, who has been missing for four years, was the Grandmasters champion.

“I have to get off this planet.” Loki says, pale at the memory of what the Hulk is capable of. He pulls you up from the couch, you lax with the shock, an rushes to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey where are you two going.” The Grandmaster intercepts the two of you guiding you both back to the seats. 

“Is she okay? She looks like she’s about to be sick” The grandmaster says, scooting away from you like you were contagious. Loki looks at you in concern and asks if you are okay. 

But you could barely hear him. You didn’t hear anything. You were just focused on the arena. Finally seeing the man who you were looking for.

[operation-619]

Steve Rogers

WOC/Reader

AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Her: I-Forest , II-Crimson , III-Hiraeth

My home isn’t a place - where you’ve come to know these people well enough home isn’t a physical object.  Coming soon

Call me when its over - she’s just a friend, right? Coming soon

[katharinemclaughlin-stuff]

Does anybody else want a fanfic about Bucky falling in love with Sam’s sister.

Or is that just me

[officially-tonynat-shrine]

Anything You Sing

A/N: Ok, so this was originally an ask from @shamelessbookaddict so credit goes to her. The ask: Bicth just imagining singing good ol bollywood songs to peter; him not understanding a word but loving it anyway; bruce just smirking at you when you sing something romantic

So I decided to shift the fic here instead of directly answering the ask. So if at all I make a master list, this would be helpful :D also, here is the audio of the song I used, if you want to sing along! The singer is male and I haven't changed the few lines in the song indicating the gender of the singer in the fic. I wanted to stay as true to the song as possible!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Indian!reader

Summary: You confess your love by singing a song

Warnings: the word 'fuck' twice? // Words: idk man, I didn't count

••••

Peter was having a bad day. A very, very bad day. School was hectic. He had lots of homework pending due to night patrol (totally his fault, actually. And he knew it. So he couldn't blame anyone else). His sleep schedule was an absolute mess because he would stay up when ever he got the chance to finish off his projects and models. His attention span in classes was now that of a fucking squirrel on crack and he had gone to the principal's office twice already.

Just when he had thought that things couldn't get worse, he had dozed off in yet another Biology lecture. Usually, the teacher would let him off the hook because he was a bright student and could easily catch up. So Peter tended to doze off for a few minutes trying to complete eight hours of sleep in five minutes. But today, it was a very important lecture going on and the Ms. Mason had strictly informed the class that everybody had to be attentive. Of course, Peter had to doze off. Unfortunately, he had been caught. Ms. Mason's disapproving glare was enough for him to believe that he had committed the ultimate betrayal. He was now very close to the Avengers' Tower, and he had already mentally hit himself a hundred times.

Peter just hoped that for the love of God and everything Holy, you was there. You were the only other Avenger who was his age. Of course, there was also Shuri, his homegirl, but currently, she was miles away in Wakanda. The three of you always shared a close bond and he could only hope that his bond with you would be much closer. He was a blushing mess when it came to you.

He entered the Tower heading directly for the elevator when he heard your voice.

"Pete! Hey, Spidey! Wait up!"

He turned around to see you bounding towards him. You threw your arms around him bringing him into a tight hug. You had missed him. He could understand that by the way you stood so close to him, able to listen to his heart beat rise. He hugged you back with the same enthusiasm as yours. Unable to hold back a sigh, he snuggled his face deeper into your neck.

You stepped back- not leaving his arms, he noticed, blushing wildly- and asked him with furrowed brows, "What happened, Pete?"

He smiled at you, grateful that he had someone like you who could understand him so easily. God, sometimes he just wanted to take you in his arms and cuddle forever.

"Nothing. It's just that school is turning quite hectic now-a-days."

You studied him for a moment, eyes taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the weary, tired smile he gave you. His brown eyes, usually sparkling with delight and excitement, now held exhaustion.

"Okay, that's it. You and I are going upstairs to the common room and you are going to sleep on the couch. I know you won't sleep in your room. You'll probably start doing your homework. And no arguments!" You shut him down before he could protest. Dragging him into the elevator you asked FRIDAY to take you to the common room.

"(Y/N)."

"Hmm?"

"(Y/N)!!!!!"

"What Peter?" You snapped at him. It had been half an hour since you had forcefully made him go to sleep on the couch and fifteen minutes since he had started whining about how he was not feeling sleepy.

He was sprawled on the big, grey couch, and in the short span of thirty minutes had somehow managed get tangled in the pillows and cushions placed. His head was dangling from the corner of the couch as lay on his stomach, left hand on the ground supporting his body. His right hand was somewhere in between a pillow and his head and one leg was on the couch's headrest. It was certainly a view for you. You sat at the opposite end of the couch, the book you had brought with you long forgotten.

"You know I can't sleep anywhere other than my bed unless there is music."

He didn't know how he got the confidence. He had been contemplating about asking you to sing to him while he sleeps but was too scared to see how you would react. Perhaps it was his sleepiness which made him bolder, the lack of sleep affecting his control over his speech. But it had not completely taken over him. He tried to fight the urge to just spew out his feelings for you.

"Music? What kind of music do you want to hear?"

"Anything you sing."

Now he really wanted to slap himself. He had really gone and done that. This was worse than spewing out his feelings for you. Now he was never going to get to cuddle you because he was too sleep deprived to think before he said anything and you were gonna slap him across the face and walk away-

"Peter stop panicking. Peter! Are you okay?"

You were stunned when he had asked you to sing. You weren't expecting him to be this forward. You had your suspicions on whether or not he liked you but you never acted upon your feelings and the innate desire to just ask him out in the fear of being rejected. There had been instances when you thought that maybe he reciprocated your feelings but then he would say something and you would immediately start questioning yourself. So you stood in the sidelines, trying to get closer to him so that you can understand him, only to fall more for him. Now, here he was, panicking and shaking, about to fall from that goddamn couch, pillows and all, and you didn't know whether he was just sleepy or actually liked you. So much for understanding him.

"Look, I- I, (Y/N)-"

"If you want me to sing, I can." You smiled through your stupidity and tried to stop from strangling yourself with a rope.

His eyes lit up as he groggily pushed himself up from the other end of the couch and slid towards you.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You are the best." He replied, placing his head on your lap. Consequences be damned, he was already getting detention tomorrow. Might as well do this.

You stilled, trying to form coherent thoughts. Stumbling through your words, you finally relaxed and placed your hand on his head.

Running your fingers through his hair, you decided on the first song that came to your mind.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)?"

"If anyone passes by and asks you to translate the song I'm about to sing, don't do it, please."

"Of course, ma'am."

"Also, can you play the instrumental for the song when I start singing? Keep the volume at minimum."

"Okay, Ms. (L/N)."

Peter snuggled into your lap as you cleared your throat.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

"Is that Hindi? What does it mean?" Peter asked sleepily.

You smiled at him. "Sleep, Petey."

FRIDAY started playing the instrumental.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

What did you mean to do, when you touched my heart so?

"Badala ye mausam, lage pyara jag saara"

The seasons changed, and the world seems beautiful!

"Chookar, mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Tu jo kahe jeevan bhar, tere liye mai gaaun"

If you say so, I'll sing for you for a lifetime.

"Tere liye mai gaaun"

I'll sing for you.

"Geet tere bolon pe, likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing music from what you speak

"Likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing...

"Mere geeton mei, tujhe dhoondhe jag saara"

In my songs, the world will search for you.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

You rocked him as you sang, his soft, content snores filling you with satisfaction. A smile made it's way on your face without you even realising it.

"Aaja tere aanchal ye, pyaar se mai bhar du"

Come, I'll fill your arms with love.

"Pyaar se mai bhar du"

I'll fill it with love.

"Khushiyan jahabhar ki, tujhko nazar kar du"

I'll gift you all the happiness in the world

"Tujhko nazar kar du"

I will gift you..

"Tu hi mera jeevan, tu hi jeene ka sahaara"

You are my life, you are my reason to live.

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara."

Closing your eyes, you smiled. Oh the things you would do to stop time at this very moment. You wanted to live in this moment forever.

"That was amazing."

You shrieked, not expecting anyone to be around. You turned, trying to see how many people heard you, groaning when you see almost all the Avengers.

"Why didn't you guys say anything?!" You whisper, trying not to disturb Peter who was sound asleep on your lap.

"Well, you were amazing. And we wouldn't want to awake Pete, now would we?" Tony answered.

"Okay, fair enough."

"What does that mean?"

You blanched. You had hoped this won't come up. You looked at Steve who had asked the question, face filled with confusion just like the rest of them. Of course, they were asking about the song's meaning. Something you'd rather eat shit than having to tell them.

"Nothing. It meant nothing. It's just a song I like." You lied, your tone firm with finality.

"Okay, if you won't answer, I'll ask FRIDAY. Hey, FRIDAY, what did the song that (Y/N) sang mean?"

You swore to God you had never felt so proud of yourself in that moment.

"Sorry, boss. But Ms. (L/N) has asked me to not translate it to anyone."

"What?! I'm the boss here, FRIDAY. Come on. You can't say no to me."

"Sorry, boss. Ms. (L/N) requested to not translate it to anyone. And you fall under that category."

Bucky snorted at Tony's appalled gasp. Nat was trying so hard not to laugh. Sam did not even bother to hide his laughter. Your smile widened, before it dropped. Bruce. Bruce was smiling directly at you. Fuck. He knew. Obviously, he knew. You begged for mercy, mouthing how grateful you will be if he could just shut his mouth and not tell anyone. He snorted before obliging. But you could see his gears turn. And you thought Bruce was the person who did not meddle in people's matters at all. You shook your head. You could talk to him later.

"Hey, doesn't Bruce know Hindi?"

"No!"

[pocinfandom]

Fan Fic Writer: This is all reader friendly!

Fan Fic Writer: *goes into detail about how blue the readers eyes are*

[solitaryearthperson]

I'm Not A Hero

Summary: A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

(The reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

The sounds of bombs going off and multiple people screaming out was hard to get out of my head, but I tried my hardest to do so. People yelling, crying, and praying in multiple languages was too much for my ears to take. People scattered across everywhere, some on the ground, some in dirt, some in crumbling buildings, bleeding from injuries too severe to heal from was too much for my eyes. I kept seeing them over and over. Even though it had been weeks, almost a month, I couldn't get it out of my head.

"Kid, it's okay. Don't listen to them." Tony patted me on the shoulder and told me this the day after, when it was all over the news.

Every news channel had the same headline: Avengers saves the day, but causes more lives lost. And every one of them had a video of me, the camera zooming in on my figure. They would all pause right at the time my powers went loose and the headlines would change to "Did the Avengers recruit a villain?"

"(Y/N), don't think about it. The news is making it worse than it really is." Natasha told me this when she visited my room the next day, finding me wrapped up in my blanket and watching the news play the video over and over, staring at the image of me on the screen causing so much damage.

"The death toll is in the hundreds now, while the number of injured has reached the thousands," the news caster said.

"Most of those people were already injured or dying before we even got there, (Y/N)," Clint told me, after Natasha left, disappointed that her consoling me didn't help. "You saved a lot of lives. So many people are walking around, breathing, and living because of you."

It didn't matter if that was true or not, it didn't matter that there were people who weren't injured, people who survived and could get back to their regular lives. To me, none of it mattered if the cost of this victory was hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people dying or getting hurt.

I thought I had myself under control. I thought I could handle it. This mission wasn't my first, but it was the first that so many people had died because of me being reckless and overconfident, forgetting the strength of my powers.

"Come to the party, (Y/N)," Steve urged me, with Natasha and Clint beside him. "It'll be fun and we'll see people who are honored and glad that you rescued them."

The party they're referring to is some party/award ceremony being thrown by half the government and half Tony Stark for rescuing so many people. We'll receive awards, and be honored as absolute heroes of the country. I had informed them a few days before that I didn't want to go and instead I would rather stay in my room binge-watch TV, but they insisted, to the point that Nat threatened to kidnap me from my room and force me to attend.

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"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N)!"

Flashes of cameras and reporters calling my name was quite an overwhelming thing that I haven't gotten used to since being on the team. The others told me that it takes time, but if it ever gets too much, it's alright to duck out when I get a chance, and right now, that's exactly how I was feeling.

So many people yelling my name asking what designer I was wearing, what diet I was on, how often did I train, and other questions were still strange to me.

"(Y/N), can you show us some of your powers?"

The question caught me off guard, but I tried to not let it show and responded with a polite smile and said, "Um, maybe some other time. I will give you a great show then." I was fine until I heard the next question.

"Is it because of your last mission?"

The question made me freeze, and I looked around to find if any of the others were around to help me, but suddenly I couldn't find any of them near me. It was like they had suddenly disappeared.

"What do you have to say about the death toll now reaching 1,000?"

"What?" I asked, feeling my heart beat speed up. I hadn't heard about the deaths getting that high.

"Sources say that you have no control over your powers. Is that true?"

"I-I,...um," I didn't know what to say, my tongue suddenly felt numb and I could feel all the hair on my body stand up.

"Why did the Avengers recruit you if you don't have control over yourself?"

"How can the public trust you?"

I wanted to tell them that it was an accident, that it was one slip-up that will never happen again, but I couldn't make myself do it.

"(Y/N)!"

I recognized the voice but I didn't bother looking to see where and who it came from. Before I could hear another question, I quickly walked away from the reporters and left the room. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to get as far away from the party as possible.

Before I knew it, I was opening the door of a nearby hallway closet and ran inside, slamming it shut behind me. Not hearing any footsteps behind me, I took a deep breath and stood against the wall, trying to calm my mind and forget the questions, but it was too hard. How did I not know the death toll rose that high? How could I lose control like that? Why did I lose control? Will it happen again?

I could feel my heart beating hard inside me, like it wanted to escape my body, and I could hear it loud in my ears like drums. Why did I come here? I shouldn't have come here! I don't need to be here! I'm not a hero!

I can't breathe! I tried to catch my breath, tried to breathe deeply again, but for some reason I couldn't. The questions from before were now screaming in my head and the images of my blurry figure on the news kept flashing through my mind. I shouldn't be here! I'm not a hero!

"(Y/N)," I heard a voice suddenly say my name through all the noise. I hadn't even realized that I had closed my eyes and I opened them to see Bruce standing before me, closing the closet door, and looking at me with a look of concern on his face.

"Bruce," I asked, trying to breathe, but still failing. "What're you doing here?"

"I saw you rush out and followed you. Are you okay?" He stepped toward me and grabbed me by my shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly.

"I can't breathe," I told him, feeling tears that I had been holding in for the longest begin to run down my face. "I can't be here."

"Hey everything's okay," he tried to tell me.

"I can't go out there! I can't answer any questions! I shouldn't be here after what I did!"

"(Y/N)," his voice was more stern and when I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but kindness. "Do what I say. Okay?"

I quickly nodded my head.

"Count with me. 1...2...3... Inhale...4...5...6 exhale."

I nodded my head again and looked at him while doing it. "1...2...3," I looked at him before inhaling, seeing him nod, then continued, "4...5...6," then I exhaled slowly.

"Good. Do it again."

We continued to do this for a couple more minutes. He was patient and counted along with me, then inhaled and exhaled with me too. Each time we did it, I began to breathe easier, and my heart beat began to slow down, but the questions and memories of the mission and the video on the news kept running through my mind over and over again. When he finally saw my breathing become normal, that's when he chose to ask the question that I was dreading to hear him ask.

"Why are you in here?"

"I couldn't take being out there anymore. I had to get away."

"Why? What did they ask you?"

Another question I was dreading to hear, but I tried to suck up as much courage and answer him honestly. "They asked about my powers, and what happened on the mission, and," I could hear my voice begin to tremble, but I ignored it and continued speaking, "They told me about the deaths...that it's in the thousands now."

A look of recognition came over his face and he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into a hug that I was not expecting, but greatfully accepted. Bruce was more shy than everyone else and kept his distance from the others, so this absolutely surprised me.

"I know how you feel, (Y/N)."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he replied with a little laugh. "The hulk had done some damage in the past. For good and bad."

Oh yeah. I had forgotten about the things the hulk has done. So many people are fans of the Avengers now, including Bruce, that I briefly forgot about the damage to New York.

"What do you mean 'you shouldn't be here', (Y/N)?"

Pulling away, I sniffed, and quickly wiped away the tears from my face before answering him, "The others wanted me to come, but I don't think I should be here. I don't feel like a hero. I feel like a-"

"Monster," he finished for me, making me smile a little. "The others don't have powers like ours. We make a small mistake, it can have big consequences."

"How do you deal with it? The death. Destruction. I don't feel like a hero anymore. I feel like a fraud."

"No matter how much that voice in your head tells you differently, you're a hero. You can't save everyone, all the time. There's gonna be lots of victories, but some sadness as well. Try to find ways to distract yourself. "

"How?"

He sighed loudly before replying, "Meditation, yoga, reading, maybe sports. Try to find a hobby that you know will quickly distract you and make you not think for a while."

As Bruce spoke, I couldn't help but be really moved and quite sad. I've never really interacted with him outside of the usual mission, and sometimes forgot he was there. This whole time I never thought about how he has gone through the same thing as I have and more. Realizing this also made me feel a little sympathy as well as I realize that not only has he gone through this before, but he's also had to cope with everything I'm feeling before, only he had to cope by himself.

"So do you wanna try going back out there or stay here a little longer?"

Just the thought of going back out there and knowing that there's a possibility that I'll have to answer anymore questions made me feel sick, so I quickly shook my head.

"I wanna stay here." He nodded his head in understanding and before he could turn, I asked, "Could you stay and keep me company? You don't have to if you don't wanna."

"Sure," he said, then took out his phone and moved to sit on the floor. He looked up at me and patted the spot next to him. "You wanna watch some Netflix till the party's over?"

I smiled and happily sat down next to him, ready to watch whatever just as long as I didn't go back out there.

"What do you think of 'The Witcher'?"

"My favorite," I told him, scooting closer to look down at the phone.

Who knew that me and Dr. Banner had so much in common with each other?!

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Just A Little Something To Get You Through The Weekend...

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LUNATIC Chapter 4

I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. It all depends on you...

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Loki’s Return (Loki x OC)

Rating: M (18+)

Characters: Loki, Hillevi (OC), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, and mentions of others

Summary: Loki devises a plan to retrieve his scepter back from the Avengers. He entrusts his wife, Hillevi, to get it for him and together they shall rule over Midgard.

Warnings: Mild swearing, Detailed sex, implied adultery, and mentioned rape

A/N: This takes place after The Avengers, before Loki’s trial (in Thor: Dark World). Also Hillevi is a sorceress, she’s nearly identical to Loki. They’re both tricksters, but Hillevi leans more on the manipulating side.

“You say yourself a man, a loyal faithful husband, but you are not! You are a philanderer and a leasing-monger!” shouted a woman in venom.

“Leasing-monger? My dear you must forgotten it was this leasing-monger that rescued you from the dungeons of Muspelheim.” Loki approaches his wife taking slow calculating strides to her. His gaze intimidating the woman, but she stood her ground. “If I had not had done that you would be dead as we speak.” Their faces are mere inches apart when he leans towards her. A wicked smile graces his thin lips and the infamous mischief dances in his green eyes. He expels a faint mocking laughter and cocks his head. “Maybe you’d continue to be someone’s whore.”

A sharp gasp resonates out of the woman and she lowers her eyes to the floor. Her shoulders slump, head tilted down. Loki knew what the remembrance of Muspelheim would do to her. He knew it. Though never did she think of him using that against her in an argument. The memories of Muspelheim were embedded into her mind. Chained to a wall. Enduring the tortures Surtur’s henchmen brought to her. Her body serving as a pleasure garden for them.

Loki nod his head towards her silence. Taking a few steps back the raven-haired male then grinned. “You should know better than to assail me with your slanders my dearest. Not when you are not prepared for what your opponent has up his sleeve.”

A blast of energy propelled him into the wall. He impacted the surface and grunted. Surrounding him was a hollow crater and debris. Loki flicked his hands, a beam of green light appearing then fading when he was clothed in his signature gold, green, and black armor. His green eyes stare icily towards Hillevi, the female’s normally brown eyes were entirely violet.

“You have insulted me for the last time Loki.” Her voice is wavering through the anger, hurt, and contempt she’s feeling toward the man. “As we said in our vows ‘til death comes to part us asunder.’” She conjured a sword into her hand with a flicker.

Loki stood tall, “So be it.” and following that was a battlecry.

In the dining hall, Thor sat at the table with his mother, father, and Sif & the Warriors Three. The seven of them were seated, waiting for Loki and his wife, Hillevi, to arrive. Upon Frigga’s wishes they planned a sumptuous feast in recognition of the newlyweds marriage. They were married in the warm autumn whilst Loki was imprisoned for his actions against Midgard. According to Einherjar guards, Hillevi had taken a liking to him and Loki had favored her company. The sorceress would visit Loki nightly and talk to him of his future with her. Some would say Loki was enthralled by the beautiful conniving witch when he agreed to marry her. Others whispered that they were a pair of wickedness and trouble. In the eyes of the family, they appeared to be happy and not at all wild with devious intentions.

“The food is getting cold as we wait,” announced Thor. He looks at his mother, “What hinders them from joining us?”

Frigga answered, “I do not know, yet I have a suspicion.”

“A suspicion of what?”

Thud. Thump. Several eyes looked up to the ceiling as the chandelier above the dining table wavered. Thor slid his chair back and grabbed the handle of Mjolnir. Sif grasped her sword and steel shield. The Warriors Three held onto their weapons with vigilance. They waited for the approaching, peculiar threat to come to light. Abruptly as it started the sound ceased. The young warriors were still weary and kept their eyes to the ceiling while holding their swords and flails.

“Do not worry my friends,” said Thor. “It must be the,”

Crash. Two bodies crashed through the ceiling and landed right on the table. The god of thunder analyzed the sudden appearance and saw it was Loki and Hillevi. What were they fighting for? The sorceress was on top of his brother a dagger in her hand and raised above her head.

“Scoundrel!” hissed Hillevi.

A push from Loki’s magic hurled the woman off him and across the room. Their onlookers watched in bewilderment as the raven-haired man leapt to his feet and advanced to the enraged witch. Clamors, exclamations for them to stop fell upon deaf ears. Neither heard or adhered. Loki flung daggers to Hillevi. All she managed to avoid, but one pierced through her abdomen. The room fell silent; a sharp gasp, then Hillevi dropped to her knees. Her hand clutched on the blood that seeped through her dress from the wound.

“Hillevi!” Frigga rushed to the young sorceress aid. She held her in her arms, while her eyes glared to her youngest son. Before she could reprimand him, Odin interrupted. “Loki!”

Thor stood in front of his brother, his hand on his shoulder and he didn’t look at all pleased. “Brother… what is this madness that transpires between you and Hillevi?”

Loki didn’t respond. Hillevi brazenly pulled the dagger out of her abdomen and growled. “Is this what you wanted my dear husband? To see me bleed? I am bleeding now!” She weakly stood to her feet with the help of Frigga. “That harlot that you bed at night is nothing compared to me. She is a disgusting concubine; a woman with no morals.”

Despite knowing the answer already, Odin still asked, “Hillevi, what has Loki done to make you upset?”

“Adultery. I found a letter from a woman in his pocket, and she claimed to have fornications with the bastard when I was kidnapped in Muspelheim.”

Loki chuckled. He folded his arms behind his back. Never once did he lessen his arrogance. “Kidnapped? Darling you were begging to go there until you grew tired of their uppermost hospitality.”

“Loki,” gasped Frigga. “You have said enough. As your Queen, I demand that you leave and return to your chambers at once.” When he did not move she yelled, “Go!” The faint tinge of hurt appeared just as hastily as he left. The doors of the dining hall slamming behind him. It hurt Frigga to know that her son was causing his wife turmoil. Regardless of being his mother, there had to be times where she had to chastise him. She went with Hillevi to a bedchamber far from Loki’s.

That night Hillevi was visited by Thor, she was in her bed sleeping peacefully when the blonde male abruptly woke her. He had one hand pinning her on the bed whilst he crouched above the sorceress. She conjured a dagger; he pinned her other hand down. She hissed, “You Odinsons are just alike. Handling women with such brute actions should be a crime.”

He harshly whispered, “Your well-being is none of my concern witch.” Hillevi pursed her lips and tilted her head up. “You will tell me what sort of trick you and my brother are devising.”

Thor must be dim-witted; he thought that they were lying. That their fight in the dining hall was a play of some sort. “You fool. Your brother and I are not tricking you. The love that I once had for him is gone the moment he stabbed me. I was going to spare his life, but now I will not stop until that Jotun runt’s blood is in a chalice for me to drink.”

“My God…” His grasp on Hillevi loosened and he stepped away from her. Thor’s face twisted into disdainful grimace.

Her red-painted lips broadened to a fiendish smile. “Your brother is a breath away from my current bedchambers. If you want him to live, I will propose sending me to Midgard, should be suffice.”

The god of thunder faltered. His eyes narrowed at the woman. “Midgard? Why there specifically?” His tone interrogative. “To go there and terrorize the humans just as your husband once did?”

She shook her head, face buried in the palms of her hands, and grumbled, “Dim-witted oaf.” The sorceress raised her head up. “Would you rather I stay here and murder your beloved brother?”

Thor was left without a decision. He had to protect his brother from his wife. He reluctantly agreed to Hillevi’s suggestion. “Fine. I will send you off there Hillevi and you will be under scrutiny.”

“Who’s going to patrol me? Heimdall? Odin?” She leaned forward to the man. Her voice muttered, “You?”

Hillevi was a captivating woman. She was sinfully attractive in the eyes of many men. And she was Loki’s wife. Thor shuddered slightly at the intensity of her lusting gaze. His azure eyes descended down to her hourglass figure. The crevice of her breasts peeked underneath her bed robe. Flawless, smooth skin revealed to him. Moonlight illuminated Hillevi’s golden brown skin. Then he looked at her lips; her tongue swiping at her bottom lip and pearly white teeth biting down at it.

She would be dull if she said she didn’t thought Thor as handsome. He undoubtedly was. The broad muscles from training to be a warrior. His long gold locks of hair. Those ocean blue eyes that pierced her soul. Thor. Had she not been married to Loki, Hillevi would have copulated with the god of thunder. Bore him a child if possible. Although there were times where Thor would be annoying, obnoxious, and moronic. Hillevi wondered how did his previous companion fare to him. Blatantly ignore him or entertain the overgrown man-child with toys?

“I-I… It will not be me. I have comrades that will do it.”

The woman kneeled on the bed, her arms crossed. Hillevi raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Comrades? I would love to see them.”

“...Okay rewind. Pause, and play, now tell me again why is your brother’s wife here?”

In the middle of the common room, at the Avengers compound, were Thor and Hillevi. Both persons in their Asgard wear and recently surprised their hosts with their appearance. Well… the appearance of Hillevi. A new face brought thousands of light years from Asgard, allegedly being the wife of a man that terrorized them, wasn’t going to be taken lightly. The Avengers were wary of this. When Tony first saw them his first reaction was, “no more strays” in contrast to Steve simply asking Thor why he was here and not alone.

Tony waited for Thor to answer him. The god explained once more. “My friends… I understand that you are all perplexed by the guest I have brought with me. I apologize for that, however, there will be trouble brewing in Asgard if I had left her there.” He tugged on Hillevi’s chains, the woman nudging forward and scoffing. “Her name is Hillevi, she is Loki’s wife. It appears that my brother has committed adultery and while it is not a crime on Asgard nor is it punishable… it is looked down on. Before all else done by a man of royal rank. Hillevi, out of anger, fought with Loki.”

“Was it with words or with fists?” Tony interjected. He was glared at. “What? I just wanted to know!”

“They fought till Loki stabbed Hillevi with a dagger.” Thor continued, “She told me in confidante that if she were to stay on Asgard any longer, knowing by the fact that Loki is there, she will finish in killing him. Loki is my brother and I will do all to protect him. Even if we don’t see eye to eye at times. So, I have brought Hillevi here to prevent that from happening. I trust that you all will watch her while I am away at Asgard.”

Steve sighed and he looked at Hillevi. She batted her eyelashes at him and he shuddered from her gaze. The supersoldier rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing, “Um… we’ll take care of her Thor. Tony we got anywhere to keep her in?”

“What?! Cap we are not going to keep Hills of Evi in the tower! Don’t you know what Fury would do if he knew that we had her here? I thought I was supposed to be the only one who thinks with what’s between his legs not you!”

“Thor has a point Tony. If he keeps Hillevi there, she’ll kill his brother, I don’t like the guy but no one should die.” Steve argued.

Tony opened his mouth to say something until he got a chill down his spine. He blurted out, “Fine she stays.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Tony and Steve. Odd. Usually these two wouldn’t agree on what to watch, but now they’re agreeing to keep Loki’s wife? Something’s not right here. The redhead examined Hillevi. She was off-putting. There was something within her dark gaze that Natasha couldn’t figure out… yet.

“My friends you have my gratitude.” Thor smiled whimsically to the two men. He freed Hillevi from her shackles and threatened, “Let it be known that if you double-cross me, I will feed you to a bilgesnipe without second thought.” Hillevi was unconvinced by his meaningless threat. She knew that Thor would never do that to her. She was the wife of his brother for Asgard’s sake. Killing her would only infuriate Loki.

Hillevi snarled at the taller man, bumped her chest on him, and exposing her teeth. “Until that happens you are but words.” Thor scowled at the woman and pointed for her to follow Tony and Steve. Without word she followed behind them.

The sorceress was lead to her quarters. Her bedroom was fairly large, the walls painted ivory and the ceiling in taupe. A square bed against the wall with a padded headboard and quilts and pillows. To her right was a single white armless chair and a round glass end table adjacent to a window that overlooked woodlands. On the wall opposite from the bed a flat television and below it an ottoman.

Hillevi beamed, her hand gently glided on the ottoman. “This chamber is exquisite. You humans impress me with your intricate designs.” She spun in a circle and gracefully sat on the bed, crossing her legs.

Tony muttered, “You’ve never seen a bedroom before lady?” he adds, directly to her. “If you’re hungry we’re eating lunch together in about an hour.”

“Understood. Now leave me.” She demanded.

Tony shut the door and Steve remarked, “She seems kind of neutral to be here. Didn’t put up a fight, doesn’t show any sign of grief.”

“What are you trying to say Cap?”

“I’m saying that if a woman is hurting because her husband cheated on her, shouldn’t be acting so comfortable when she is around his enemies.”

A light bulb flickered in Tony’s head and his eyes brightened. Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re right. We need to keep a close eye on her, something is not right. Jarvis notify me if the Wicked Witch of Asgard does any strange.” The two men walk away from Hillevi’s door and to the common room to discuss with Thor about Hillevi.

“...I didn’t want to leave you there alone my sweet. What have they done to you?” Hillevi asked Loki. She sauntered to her husband on his bed, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her touch was cold, Loki reminded himself this was a projection and not the actual woman.

He took her hand into his and caressed the top with his thumb. “Nothing as of yet. Mother is livid at me for fighting with you and Odin has not said anything. Though I know that they will try to punish me somehow for stabbing you.” He raised his head to his wife and looked to her earnestly. “Are you still hurting?”

She shook her head all the while smiling warmly. She assured, her voice calming, “I am not. You forget that I can heal with my magic, love. After I removed the blade and your mother escorted me to the healers, I used my seidr to repair the damage.” She opened the side of her dress and showed him the spot where her wound used to be. “It is nothing to me now. I do not blame you my love. If you hadn’t done it, they would not have believed us.”

Loki touched the skin and let out a relieved sigh. “How lucky am I to have such a powerful sorceress for a wife?”

“You are blessed my darling.” Hillevi told him. There was a pause before she added, “I thought you should know that in order for me to get this far in our plan, I had to manipulate your brother and his friends. Although… I sense that one of them is not convinced by my act.”

The raven-haired man immediately knew who she was talking about. “The Black Widow.” He snarled and shot up to his feet to pace the room. “She is difficult to deceive.” Loki warned her and he walked up to his window. “The others are as gullible as children, but her… she is invincible to deception.” Hillevi got to her feet and Loki looked at his wife. “Stay away from that woman.”

“No, I can get her to fall for my trick. I just need time to,”

Stubborn woman. The raven-haired man utter suddenly, “I said stay away from her Hillevi!” Loki couldn’t allow for her to be gone again. Not again. He was without her for months when she was trapped in Muspelheim. He could not let Hillevi fall victim for the Avengers. He composed himself, unclenching his fists, and lowering his head. He spoke softly, “You must understand my decision. This is for your safety.”

Hillevi approached her husband then envelop her arms around him. Loki brought her in for a chaste kiss, a hand holding the back of her neck. They pulled apart, staring in each other’s eyes for a moment. “I love you my King.” Hillevi whispered.

“I love you my Queen.”

She benignly smiled at him, “I have to go now. Promise me you’ll be okay.”

“I can’t make any promises love.” Her projection soon faded away and he was alone.

“Hillevi is a woman of tricks, mischief, and schemes. To put it blatantly, she is vastly similar to Loki. They both are sorcerers, enjoy in causing havoc, and manipulating their targets. I do not know nothing more about Hillevi besides that she is a sorceress and is married to Loki.” Thor explained to his friends in the lounge room.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. The Other Guy was not okay with Loki’s devious wife being here. “Thor, I-I’m sorry but why- couldn’t she just stay in imprisonment at SHIELD? Instead of running freely through here? I’m not- The Other Guy isn’t happy with this.”

Clint agreed, “Me too. Last time Loki was here he caused million dollars worth of damage and killed innocent people. Survivors lost homes, businesses, and all that other crap. What makes you think that the Queen of Hell won’t do the same?”

“There is no motivation or anything valuable for her here. As far as I know, Hillevi has no knowledge of Midgard.” Thor said.

Natasha commented, “This is just my opinion: something is not right about her. When Steve and Tony both agreed that she should stay here that raised flags.” She turned her head to the aforementioned men, “You two hardly agree on anything. I don’t know about you guys, but I will be keeping a close eye on her. Thor, you can say that Hillevi is not a threat to us, but until I can see that she is not, she stays in this compound.”

Thor agreed to the terms; a presence in the room caused heads to turn. They say Hillevi standing at the top of the stairs smirking down at them. She struts down the staircase, hand gliding on the rail as she descended. “Speaking of traitorous me? What more must I do to assure you all that I am not what you think I am?” No one responded. She continued, “I have no intentions on ruling Midgard if that is what you so fondly believe. My husband has tried and failed miserably at his own hands. I will not repeat what he has done. Midgard has you to protect them, and who am I to go against the terms of my stay here?” Her eyes shifted to Natasha. She clenched her jaw and averted her gaze. “I have been hurt emotionally by Loki. He has defiled our marriage and broke my trust. I may be a woman of tricks,” She looked to Thor seriously, “But I am not my husband.”

Natasha inhaled sharply and exhaled. The woman says that she’s not like Loki… then maybe she’s not. “Just don’t try anything.”

“Oh,” Hillevi breathed, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Four weeks, Hillevi has been in the captivity of the Avengers. Throughout her time there she befriended half of the team. The easiest one to make friends with was Tony Stark. Except that was not a part of her mission. Her mission was to learn of their secrets and take back the stolen scepter that was bestowed to Loki. Those damned Avengers had no right to take the scepter away from her husband. Not when they didn’t know who gave it to him.

Hillevi’s eyes shut and she submerged into the bath water. The warm temperature of the water caressed her skin and the floral scent relaxed her mind. Honeysuckle. It was her favorite flower and Loki’s favorite scent to smell on her. The honeysuckle worked on Loki as some kind of aphrodisiac; it would cause him to make torrid love with her in the dusk. Hillevi’s hands slowly strokes her outer thighs after she had divided her legs. She pleasurably exhaled.

“You’ve been away for several weeks now Hillevi,” Loki’s voice abruptly came and she opened her eyes. There he was in the washroom with her, sitting on a stool, his eyes fixated on her. She was surprised to see him; elated to know that he was still alive. Loki’s lips scowled at the sight of her, “Is indulging yourself more important than our plan?”

“Loki, my dearest, no it is not. I’ve told you I had to gain their trust and befriend these pathetic fools. I have not forgotten about our plan.” She tells him, her body leaning half-way out of the tub. Hillevi pined for him, her head tilted, “I haven’t forgotten you.” Her eyes were blown with lust.

The raven-haired man bore an unreadable expression. Of course, Hillevi would be yearning for him. They’ve been separated for too long. This was just like the time when she was kidnapped in Muspelheim and gone for an entire month. When she returned… well they were reluctant to leave from his bedchambers. A tingle runs down his spine.

A trembling sensation erupted in between her legs and Hillevi moaned. She bit down on her lip, her body lowering into the tub and rocking downward. “I will give you a week Hillevi.” The woman squeaks when the vibrations to her nether regions intensified. “Bring me my scepter, or I will not let you climax.”

“No! No, please my King. I-I will bring it to you. Please, do not stop.” She pleads.

Loki sneered condescendingly. He waved his hand and the vibrations to her core finished her off. She came with a yelp, slumping on the edge of the tub while she rode off her high. Loki’s projection vanishes into thin air.

A knock on the door catches Hillevi’s attention. “Hey, is everything alright in there?” it was Tony.

She drained the tub of the water and wrapped a towel around her body. She opens the door, greeted by a weary Tony. Hillevi cocked her hip out, “I am fine. Although you look rather tired, Tony.” She reaches out to touch his face. When he doesn’t stop her mid-way, she confidently grasps his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb.

The billionaire silently chuckled, and grabbed her hand lowering it from his face. “Between you and me, I tend to wake up randomly at night.”

Hillevi boldly rested her arms over his shoulders. She frowned at him, appearing to be worried, “Poor you.” A hand stroked the back of his neck. “To enlighten you, in Asgard, I would be called upon by men to alleviate the stress their muscles endured. Particularly, our soldiers.” Her leg slid between his thighs, her knee brushing on his groin. She raised her eyebrows, head tilted, “Perhaps I can lull you to sleep?”

Tony let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “You just don’t know when to quit don’t you?” Hillevi thought he was seeing through her facade, but when his hand gripped on her outer thigh possessively, she smiled slyly.

“One would say I am persistent.”

Her and Loki had discussed this prior to her leave. He told her if she had to sleep with one of the Avengers, in order to retrieve information from them, then she shouldn’t shy away. Loki was concerned with her losing her devotion and love for him rather than her fornicating with another man. After all, to him, it was her love that proved her loyalty.

Hillevi had many men wrapped around her finger. Manipulating them was effortless. Humans were no different from Asgardian men, since they all did her bidding. Tony carried her to her bedroom, hands squeezing on her bottom, while their lips were fervidly interlocked. He closed the door and collapsed on the bed on top of her. Surprisingly her towel never unraveled.

After removing his shirt, he says, “Let’s see what’s underneath here,” He pulls her towel apart, fascinated by her ethereal body. So this is how the Asgardian female’s anatomy was. The round breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. Tony’s eyes went lower discovering that her haven was completely bare. “Here I thought only girls here go Brazilian.” Hillevi looked at him confused and he hastily replied, “Nothing you should know.”

His hand rested on her breastbone, fingers splayed open on her golden brown skin. She arched her back to his tender touch, breathlessly telling him to go lower. He did. His fingers paused right at her abdomen. Tony wanted to go lower, but suddenly he was fighting with himself. A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be with his enemy’s wife. No… they weren’t together anymore. Hillevi was his ex-wife.

Why did he stop? Hillevi looked up at Tony. She read him over and came to the conclusion he was reluctant to continue on. The sorceress sat upright and grabbed his wrist, “Tony,” she gasped. Her hand directed his fingers inside of her opening. Two digits filled her and stretched her walls. She maintained eye contact with Tony while she rocked on his fingers. “Can you feel me? I’m terribly moistened because of you.”

He exhaled, “Are ya?” then proceeded to kiss her roughly. His mustache hairs tickled her lips when she deepened the kiss. His fingers sped up inside of her, except it wasn't her urging him to do it. She releases his wrist and grips onto the fabrics beneath her. Her hips rotated desperately seeking a second climax that night.

Hillevi pulled away from the kiss and tugged down his sweatpants. She was surprised for a moment to see he wasn't wearing any undergarments. Her lips curved salaciously, the browns of her eyes twinkling at the sight of his rigid length. To be a human he was modestly endowed. His shaft firm and arched, the tip coated in a thin sheen of his pre-semen and just below it were plentiful taut spheres. Her nails flitted on them and went up to his base. She snaked her hand around it, squeezing, and eliciting a groan from the man.

“No, don't pull them out.” She said quickly when he was removing his fingers. “Leave them… there.” She let out a quivering gasp as his fingers drove deeper into her canal.

Tony sassily responded, “I'll leave them in there if you do something with your hand.”

She understood his indirect request and her hand stroked his shaft to the rhythm of his fingers. Long, hastened strokes. “You weigh heavy in my hand Anthony,” she told him. “I cannot tell you how much I want for this to be inside of me. Would you want that Anthony? Your cock plunging into my warm wet heat. My haven cradling you like a snug blanket on a cold winter's night.”

Tony makes a strangled noise and Hillevi abruptly stops her hand. She lets go of him, takes out his fingers (that are generously slicked), and flip them over on the bed. She sits on top of him, leering down at the man beneath her. One hand reaches behind to grasp his member the other holds his neck.

Her lips are pressed against his ear, warm breath tickling the shell of it. “Before I give you what you want,” she purred. “You have to give me what I want.”

Tony licked his lips and bucked into her hand. “Anything you want baby.” He said huskily. “Anything you want.”

Hillevi giggled and presses the tip of him on her opening. She bites back a moan while he groans impatiently. “I need to know where is my husband's scepter.” She demanded.

“His glowstick of destiny?” She didn't understood his reference, but nodded her head regardless. “Darling, I don't think,”

“If you refuse to tell me its whereabouts,” She lifted her lower body up and smirked mischievously at him. “I will ask of you to leave with the problem between your legs.”

“Okay, alright, fine!” Tony pleaded. She inserted the tip of him. He held onto her hips and replied, “It's locked up at SHIELD facility! They have it.”

Hillevi lowered down on his cock slightly, but pressed on, “What are it's coordinates? I want the location.”

“It's just an hour from here.” He relented, head leaning back when he was buried inside of her. Tony released a drawn-out groan. “Fuck… it’s a huge facility can’t miss it.”

“Last question… do you humans have birth protection?” she asks.

Tony scrunches his face, “You mean a, shit, c-condom?” Hillevi, once again confused, nods her head. “Yeah. I don’t have one on me though. Kind of wasn’t expecting to be fucking an Asgardian tonight.”

The sorceress hums, her fingers tapping on his neck. “Then try to release outside of me.” She whispers.

She triumphantly smiles and starts to ride him. Tony looks on in awe as her breasts bounce and her face distorts pleasurably. Like a magnet his hands are attached on her mounds, pinching her teats and emitting airy mewls. He smirks at this. Gradually her speed increases and Tony snakes his hands forward then grips her ass. Hillevi’s damp onyx hair drips onto his shirt as she erratically bounces on his length.

“Wow this is so fucking good. Go harder, baby,” The man thrusts upwards, hearing a moan emit from her. “I should visit Thor to Asgard sometime if you’re all this – fuck – good.”

Hillevi chuckled, “My darling when it comes to the women of Asgard, I am the best of them all.”

A tingle ran down Tony’s spine before he pulled Hillevi’s head down into a brute kiss. Their teeth clashed and tongues were rolling over each other. She allowed herself to be dominated, submitting to Tony and he flipped their bodies. The male sucked on her bottom lip, relishing in the sound of a needy moan.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, caging him in between her thighs firmly. Tony gave her body ruthless poundings. His length drilling inside of her and drawing her closer to her peak. The sorceress stopped kissing him and guided his face to her neck. His lips overwhelmed her nape with sloppy open-mouthed kisses. She bit down harshly on her bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut.

Despite appearing to be a mature man, for his age, Tony was an animalistic lover. Loki on the other hand was full of teasing. He would play with her sensitive nub relentlessly until she was close to her climax. While it was fun, she found it annoying.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.” She breathes, her fingernails rake up and down on his back. The light emitting from his arc reactor catches her attention. Her right hand gingerly touches it and Tony yelps suddenly. She yanks her hand away, but he places it back. Hillevi watches while a violet energy flare seeps from her fingers and disappears to Tony’s body. His deep brown eyes tint purple and become glassy. “Tony?” she whispers.

He doesn’t say anything, he’s not even moving. Hillevi sits up on the bed and ponders for a moment. “Touch my breast.” He does as he’s told. She smirks, “Continue on.” She leans back on the bed and flicks her fingers. His eyes revert to their chocolate brown color.

After they’ve finished for the night, Tony retires to his respective bedroom. Prior to that, Hillevi manipulated him into not telling anyone what happened. She placed a hex on him; one that would ensure he’d forget running into her tonight. Now that she has learned of her newly acquired ability she sought that it would be used.

The following morning; Hillevi woke up with purpose. She dressed into a green, black, and gold blazer, black short-sleeved blouse, skin-tight leather pants with gold trimmings, and black and gold pumps. Her lips were coated in black matte lipstick. The sorceress’s hair neatly fixed into a bun. She bore a sinister grin into the mirror and waved her hand. Her husband appeared in the mirror and he was smiling at the sight of her.

“My love, soon you will have your scepter and this world will officially be yours.”

Loki nod his head, “Excellent. I have learned of a spell to conjure myself to you. All I require from you, love, is to call for me when you have obtained my rightful possession.”

“Will do my dear husband.” She waved her hand and he disappeared, her reflection replacing him.

Steve looked up from the book he was reading when he heard footsteps. Hillevi appeared around the corner and he raised eyebrows at her choice of fashion. “Uh, going somewhere Hillevi?”

“A woman can't dress to impress Steven?”

Steve prepared to answer till Natasha spoke up, “Depends on the occasion.” The redhead stood behind the sorceress in a defensive stance. “What are you up to Hillevi?”

She rolled her eyes, “You are unbelievable.”

“In liars I am.”

“Romanoff,” called out Steve, “Ease up there. I’m pretty sure if the lady wanted to attack us she would have done so already. She’s been here for a month now and hasn’t appeared to be a threat.”

Natasha glared at Steve with flared nostrils and stormed out of the kitchen. Tony, Clint, and Bruce entered the room. Clint watched his close friend stomp to the elevator and he turned to Steve. “What’s up with Nat?”

Hillevi answered him, “Your dear friend assumes that I am plotting when I am not.” She smiled to the men around her. She reached into a bowl and grabbed an apple, before eating it she wiped it on her coat. “But I pardon her.” She sighed, shrugging her shoulders, “Who am I to judge her? I am nothing but a trickster’s wife.”

She inwardly smirked when a hand touched her shoulder, “Hey,” Her head looked to her right and saw Steve. His azure eyes were soft. “You aren’t Loki. You’re better than him. No need to beat yourself over it.”

“I gotta agree with Steve here, you’re no saint, but you’re damn sure aren’t a crazy bat.” Tony agreed.

Hillevi tittered, smiling saccharinely at the two men, “You have an odd way of speech.” The sorceress thought of her next words in her head. Should she ask them now? Her eyes shifted to Clint and Bruce then to Steve and Tony. It shouldn’t hurt. “I have a request, I have been held in captivity here for a month and while the intricate picture box is entertaining, I would like to venture outside for once.”

Clint snorted, “Ha. No way lady. You’re not leaving from here without supervision.” He pointed a fork at her then flipped it.

She countered, “Then maybe one of you could watch over me. I only want just a moment outside is all. To breathe fresh air and not what you humans call… air conditioning.”

Bruce looked wary and he backed away. “I can’t do it you guys. The Other Guy might cause trouble.”

“Tony?” Hillevi suggested.

“I don’t remember volunteering to play baby-sitter.”

“I beg of you, Tony, please.” She placed her hand on his chest, sneakily letting her powers mind control him again. She grinned slyly.

Tony said flatly, “Fine.” and dropped his coffee on the counter. “Come on Maleficent.”

Hillevi followed Tony to the elevator and he pressed on the lobby floor button. She faced the brunette man. “Take me to Loki’s scepter, and bring one of your suits.”

“Yes my lady.”

A/N: This is just part 1. Part 2 will be coming soon.

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Spoiler Alert!!!!!!!!!!

This is an AMAZING story, everything from the writing to the characterisation (omfg Bucky and Steve make me HURT) to the way you managed to cleanly execute such a unique plot line 💕💖💕💕💖💖

I’m soooooooo blown away by the Steve x Bucky plotline because it’s just so real, and raw. The lifelong pining, life and fear constantly getting in the way, it’s painfully relatable, and really resounded with me as someone who isn’t “out” if that makes sense?

And then the reader’s perspective is so deep, the structured confusion between her and Steve’s thoughts and the slow and well thought out unravelling of her own emotions and feelings, not just for Bucky but everyone. I LIVE.

Definitely one of my top fave fics in case you couldn’t tell

chambers

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, angst, slow burn

word count: 74.6k

description: post-endgame. Steve Rogers has passed away from old age. The one remarkable thing is that no one knew his heart would be in the condition it was. He was able to save one more life. After receiving his heart, strange things start happening. Including something that would change your life forever. (Inspired by the Netflix series of the same name.)

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