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The Beautiful & Damned (7/7)

Female Reader x Young!Remus Lupin | Female Reader x Young!Sirius Black

Chapter 7 - FINALE: The Beautiful & Damned 

A/N: Yeah, well, this one took me forever to finish. But it is here, and I hope you are going to like it, especially those who have a soft spot for Sirius Orion Black. I didn’t really have to think long about the name of the series when I started writing it. It just sorta came to me (thank you Fitzgerald, I owe you one). The reader and Remus are both beautiful and damned in their own way (reader because her beauty makes her seem so inapproachable, and Remus because he doesn’t even realise that he is, in fact, beautiful). This final chapter is Sirius-Reader-friendship centered.

Enjoy x

New to the series? - Accio Chapter 1: The Golden Couple - Accio Chapter 2: No, Definitely - Accio Chapter 3: Misread - Accio Chapter 4: Bravado Falls - Accio Chapter 5: Marauders to the Rescue - Accio Chapter 6: Selfness & Camaraderie That Know No Bounds

It was a dull October evening, with rain hanging close overhead - such a striking contrast to the way you felt, it seemed unreal. Constantly smiling to yourself and even going as far as humming quietly the Double Double Toil & Trouble under your breath, you motioned for the last batch of the squeaky clean cauldrons to jump into the armoir. You swore you could almost hear them purr in pleasure, having been scrubbed spotless for the past week.  

With a content sigh, you closed the heavy wooden door and stood still. You listened carefully for any sound of activity, and having identified none, moved towards the exit from Slughorn’s new class - apparently, the dungeons proved to be not as fancy as professor’s posh persona deserved. Sirius and you weren’t the ones to complain - you’d trade dungeons for an actual class with actual windows any day. 

As you stepped outside, you realized the blanket of darkness and stars, looking like small round-like windows to heaven, had already covered the sky entirely. With his velvety eyes shining bright, Sirius sat on the window sill with his legs kicking the night air. Not able to suppress a smile, you went on to join him. 

“Oh hey there, Mrs. Moony”, Padfoot teased you, making place for you to sit next to him.  “How did the last of your detention go?”

“You mean our detention, Black? Very productive, no thanks to you,” you answered sarcastically, slapping him lightly on the chest. He chuckled softly, looking back at the starry sky. 

You followed his gaze, admiring the midnight blue canvas with light, shimmering patches, clusters of faint light. The constellations whispered their stories in a language you couldn’t understand, revealing the secrets of the universe to anyone who could decode their cool, hushed conversations. 

You sat silent for a while, you couldn’t tell for how long exactly. Resting your head on Padfoot’s shoulder, you felt his hand dance its way across yours back, bringing you closer to him.

“Me being with Moony changes nothing, you know that, right, Sirius?” you whispered barely audibly, because this seemed like a perfect time to voice what’d been gnawing at the corners of your mind since that scene with Parkinson in the Great Hall. “You will always be the bestest friend of mine”. 

You felt, more than heard him chuckle once again, his shoulders and his chest vibrating, producing the warmest of sounds. 

“Uh-huh, sure, whatever you say, Mrs. Moony”, he brushed your words off with such light-heartedness, you knew he wasn’t convinced. 

“I’m serious, Pads,” lifting your head for a moment, you turned to face him, with the most solemn expression you could manage. 

Turning his head so he could face you too, Sirius nodded slowly, releasing his bottom lip from under his pearly teeth. 

“Yeah, so am I”. 

You stayed still for a moment, staring at each other, before, as if by command, both of you chortled at his stupid pun. 

Once you regained your breaths, trying your best not to burst out laughing at the mere sight of each other’s face, you made an effort to switch to a more thoughtful tone. 

“I will always be there for you, I want you to know that,” you said, looking straight ahead into the sparkling sky. “No matter what”. 

He blew a raspberry at your words, mocking your determination. You felt his humorous gaze on you but refused to rise to the bait, refusing him the reaction he hoped to entice from you. 

“Sure you will,” after his weak attempts to make you smile had failed, he finally said almost indifferently. 

Biting your tongue in order not to say something you wouldn’t mean, and barely keeping the urge to shake the stubbornness out of him, you narrowed your eyes.

“Fine,” you uttered, slapping both of your hands on your thighs. “Try me”. 

An incredulous expression showed on Padfoot’s face as he considered your proposition. He frowned a bit next, weighing his options. 

“Okay,” he surrendered, probably out of sheer curiosity. “So what you’re saying you’d follow me to a party in Slytherin Dungeons after what happened last week?”

Your eyes went wide at his choice of venue, and he smirked, obviously pleased by your reaction, wanting nothing more than to prove a point. 

It’s like he didn’t know what kind of person he was dealing with here. 

“In a heartbeat,” you reacted straight away, challenge ringing in your voice. “But let’s face it, you’ll never step a foot in Slytherin Common Room.”

“Good point,” Sirius laughed softly, winking at you. “Well, what about… a nightly detention in the Forbidden Forest?”

You raised an eyebrow at his question. 

“Honestly, Sirius, is that all you’ve got?” you teased him. “Been that, done that. Plus, I saved your ass from a nasty little troll, I’ll have you remember, you bloody owe me!”

“Shouldn’t have brought this one up,” Sirius admitted, earning another slap across the chest from you. “Okay, I’m upping my game. Ready?” He smiled smugly at you. “What about the Shrieking Shack?”

You stared at him, taken aback just a tad. 

“The Shrieking Shack?” You repeated in disbelief. “What business can you possibly have there?” 

“You’ll know soon enough, I suppose”, his smile getting more and more secretive to a point where you were dying of curiosity but you wouldn’t make him happy by showing it. Swallowing hundreds of questions threatening to fall of your tongue, you continued: 

“Sure, why not. I’m up for anything that’ll allow me to make fun of your ass for getting scared shitless”. 

“Keep on dreaming, princess”, Sirius tsked at you, making you roll your eyes at the nickname. 

“You want scary, princess?” He repeated deliberately, just to watch you squirm in annoyance. “Would you follow me to Azkaban then?”

The night fell completely silent and still, Padfoot’s question making your eyes pop. You lifted your head off his shoulder again, staring him down as if he had gone mental. 

“Excuse me?” you finally managed. “What kind of a stupid question is that?”

“Aha!” the victorious notes in Sirius’ outburst broke you out of the stupor somewhat, wicked smile crooking his lips. “Not so certain anymore, are we?”

Clenching your hands into fists, you took a good look at this idiot you loved so damn much before you destroyed him for thinking what he just voiced. 

“Azkaban?... Peachy!” you exploded. “Perfect even! That should be fun! You can bet your ass I’ll book a solitary right next to your stupid ass!”

You expected Sirius to laugh out loud at your reaction, to keep the fire burning, so to speak. He gave you a long look instead, his face unreadable. You refused to go on with your monologue, and frankly, you weren’t sure you were able to without crying, for some reason. Something lit up in Sirius’ grey eyes: sun chasing the fog away. 

Still silent, Padfoot put on of his hands on your shoulders and brushed his lips across your forehead. Now he understood. 

Understanding did something truly wonderful to Sirius’ body and soul. Every inch of him, and especially his eyes glowed a soft milky golden colour; looking at him now, you thought that never before he belonged in the sky among the stars as much. Love turned Sirius Orion Black into a work of art. 

“For the record, you are never going to Azkaban,” he suddenly said in a croaky voice. “Not on my watch”. 

The concern lacing his voice made you beam at him.

“You and James better be careful with your pranking then,” you winked at him. “Avoid killing somebody, okay? If it ain’t with love and kindness…”

Before you fully realised the reminder that your words carried for the ever-forgetful Sirius Black, they were already out in the open. You knew what was coming next. 

“Hold on for a sec there, Siren,” Sirius’ grin was growing wider with each passing second. “Are you saying that Slughorn did tell you how to brew Amorentia?!” Watching you search for words, he shrieked, “I knew it! I bloody knew it!”

Half regretful, half amused, you knew that this was yet another time when the fate of one Sirius Black and possibly the entire Wizarding World depended on your ability to talk the former down. 

“Sirius, no.” 

“Sirius, yes!…” 

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Thought I'd resend this one! My name is Jessica, I'm in the army (I jump out of airplanes for a living). My interests are art, fitness & a total foodie. My dominant traits are my sarcastic attitude, I can take things a little to seriously sometimes, be stubborn & a bit of a hot head but get really excited about childish/fun things easily & generally be really silly and relaxed around the right people. paired with Jim Kirk ( I'd like to be a security officer). Sorry if it's or me is annoying!

I ship you with Jim Kirk!

The two of you met at the Academy and you were the girl he wanted from day one. But of course playing hard to get was your choice move, but it never phased the would be captain. He enjoyed the challenge and when you finally accepted an invitation for a date, the two of you were hooked. Years later, when he was Captain and you were one of the top security officers stationed in Yorktown, the two of you quietly married with a handful of guests. And although your jobs kept you two apart, it never faltered the love between you two, if anything it made it greater.

3/17 SHIPS ARE CLOSED

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Mutant (1)

Summary: You’re a new recruit for the Avengers and Mr. Stark sends you out on your first mission. Peter doesn’t like the idea of you going alone and when your missions turns out to be a trap he completely loses it and gives in to his growing feelings for you. 

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1576

Warnings: None 

Part: 1

This was requested by @dying-wishes​. Thanks for such an awesome request! I’m so sorry its taking me this long to post.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Part 1:

You felt the air rush out of your lungs as you were slammed hard onto the ground. You groaned.

You deserved that. Smart mouthing Romanoff was not a good idea.

“Should we try that again,” Natasha looked down at you. You could see the faintest of smirks turning up the corner of her lips.

You rolled over onto your stomach and got up slowly, your back protested at every movement.

You said nothing but you got back up and retook your stance. Natasha’s smirk turned in a small smile.

You could see Peter’s shocked expression out of your peripheral vision. His wide eyes were almost comical.

Peter didn’t say anything but his thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. He desperately wanted to ask if you were alright but he didn’t want to say anything in fear of Natasha’s wrath.

“I don’t think I can do that.” Peter stated lamely. You couldn’t help but laugh at his awkward expression. He looked so innocent.

Tony had asked Natasha to show you and Peter some self defense moves. Peter had acted completely awkward about placing his hands on your hips to re-enact some of the moves. He also had apologized profusely whenever he had practiced some of the more aggressive ones on you.

“Peter, your opponent is not going to care about taking you down. You can’t hesitate out on the field,” Natasha scolded.

“How about y/n practices on me first,” Peter said quietly. You could tell Peter was uncomfortable with this move. His thoughts made that clear.

Natasha rolled her eyes but gestured for Peter to step up to replace her spot.

“Alright, put your hands on Peter’s chest” Nat stated. You did as you were told, feeling yourself turn a bit pink when you heard Peter’s thoughts run a mile a minute about your hands on his chest. You had no doubt in your mind that this was the first time any girl had done it.

You weren’t complaining though; his chest was definitely toned.

“Alright, place one leg between his.” Natasha commanded. You enjoyed the small pink orbs that appeared on Peter’s cheeks. Unfortunately, his mind had gone completely blank when you did as you were told and you weren’t able to read his thoughts.

He definitely had been practicing with Wanda to be able to shut you out like that.

“And push,” Nat said loudly. You pushed hard.

You didn’t know how it happened but somehow you were pulled down along with Peter.

You heard Peter “ooof” when his back hit the mat but he quickly wrapped his arms around you when you landed on his chest to try to cushion some of your fall.

Luckily Peter hadn’t landed on your leg, even though it was still between his two thighs. That would have been a nasty break.

“Are you ok?” Peter asked worriedly. You laughed, pushing yourself off his chest but Peter’s arms only tightened around you as he started to look you over quickly for injuries. Leave it to Peter to worry about you when he had just taken two blows.

“Again, but make sure you move your leg out of the way after you push” Natasha said irritated.  

You were saved from hurting Peter a second time by Tony. He walked into the gym slowly, observing the way Peter flushed as you finally got off him and the two of you stood quickly.

“I thought you were showing them defensive moves Romanoff, not the birds and the bees” Tony smirked.

You felt yourself flush and you were too distracted by your own embarrassment to try to read Peter’s mind, but you were sure he was as equally embarrassed.

“Y/n, come with me to the meeting room.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Tony nodded at you, confirming your thoughts.

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. You had been training for over a year now and Tony had held off on giving you a mission even though all the other Avenger operatives had received their first ops within a few months of training.

You knew that Tony was only protecting you but it definitely sucked seeing the other operatives go out on the field while you had to keep training and were only allowed on small surveillance ops.

You followed Tony to the meeting room eagerly. You didn’t notice Peter following the two of you, nor did you see him frown when you entered the meeting room where Cap was already waiting.  

“Friday, pull up the file on Strucker,” Tony announced and Friday quickly displayed the multiple pages Tony had compiled on the ex Hydra scientist.

“As you guys know, Baron Strucker is rotting in a cell only God knows where but unfortunately for us, some of his understudies escaped arrest with some of his research during the raid in Sikovia. When we rescued you, y/n last year, from that facility in Queens, we realized that Strucker’s circle of scientists are still at large and are now operating here in New York. We have strong evidence that there is another operating facility in Brooklyn where terminally ill patients are volunteering for experimentation.” Tony continued reading the specs of the operation but your mind was reeling after he mentioned Baron Strucker.

You didn’t know how to feel but your eagerness at getting your first real mission, not just some surveillance op, had vanished. You now understood why you were the person for the job. You knew the operation intimately.

Anybody else would have been surprised that Strucker’s followers had volunteers for his research. You weren’t. You knew what it felt like to have your days numbered.

“So why me? Wanda would be a better choice” you mumbled quietly.

Steve’s eyes softened slightly and he reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve come a long way y/n. You’re the best one for the job.”

“What the Capsicle is saying is that we think you are ready and what’s better than kicking the ass of your worst enemy. Wanda and Natasha have kept me up to speed on your progress. They think you’re ready and I trust them. Don’t disappoint me.” Tony stated. Your eyes widened a little, feeling the pressure of the team on your shoulders for the first time.

You slowly took the folder Tony held out to you. The folder was a briefing of the exact details of the mission.

“Mr. Stark, don’t you think y/n is going to need back up” Peter said, finally making his presence known. You turned to stare at Peter but he ignored the glare you sent him.

Tony shook his head, quickly denying Peter the opportunity to tag along on your mission.

Peter’s face fell, but determination was etched onto his features. “That’s not fair Mr. Stark, I’ve been here just as long as y/n has and I still haven’t gotten my first official Avengers mission! I feel like I should be part of this mission, Mr. Stark,” he protested.

Steve said nothing, he just raised his hands in surrender. He didn’t want to be the one to deny Peter, especially when he had seen the way Peter had calmed you down when your powers had gotten out of control during your first surveillance op.

You watched, Peter trail behind Tony out of the meeting room, waving his hands back and forth at the unfairness of the situation. He huffed when Tony explained that he needed an operative that could camouflage into a crowd and Peter had enough on his plate patrolling Queens.

“Mr. Stark, I can be sneaky, I can blend in” he said, still trailing behind Tony. You laughed, amused at his obvious jealousy.

“I doubt a spider mask can blend in in a crowd,” Tony said.

“Why can’t Wanda go instead; she can read minds too” Peter huffed.

You guys had made your way to the living area and you sat down, opening up the file in your hands. You did your best to try to ignore Peter’s protests.

“After the Wakanda incident Wanda is easily recognizable and I can’t risk that” Mr. Stark walked off, heading toward his lab all the while ignoring the rest of Peter’s protests.

“You shouldn’t have agreed y/n, what if it’s too much?” Peter said walking over to you. You shrugged, you were now trying hard not to be offended by Peter.

You knew Peter was just watching out for you, but honestly, you felt a bit insulted. It was no secret that you had trouble controlling your powers sometimes, but you had come a long way. Well at least you thought so. You saw snip bits of a vision of a future Peter nagging Tony in his lab later and you sighed, frustrated at his antics.

“Peter, Steve thinks I’m ready, Mr. Stark thinks I’m ready and I think I’m ready. It’s only you that doesn’t believe in me.” You stalked off to your room after seeing Peter’s eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. . . I’m sorry y/n” You could hear Peter repeat his apologies all the way into your room at the tower.

You ignored Peter’s thoughts the rest of the day. He had decided to sit outside your bedroom door, profusely apologizing to you in his thoughts but you ignored him. Instead, you busied yourself reading through the documents in the folder Tony had given you. Your mission was set for tomorrow.

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Grazed

Plot: You and Peter are on a mission together and he pushes you out of the way of a bullet.

Blog Tag: @heyjess-marie

A/N: Part Two of Mom’s a Superhero. I had so much trouble writing this because of my writer’s block, I hope it doesn’t suck.

Warnings: Brief use of foul language

Word Count Total: 1225

Short Imagine #213

Title: Grazed

You chuckled, ducking around your mom’s staff swing. “I keep expecting to hear you say, ‘Constant vigilance!’”

“I may if you don’t start to pay better attention soon.” She took another swing at you and you just barely deflected with your staff. You tumbled out of the way, aiming your staff at her in defense, and your mother grinned, taking a relaxed stance. “Alright, I think today’s lesson has been successful.”

You stood up and nodded to her. She walked past you and swiftly swung her staff at your ankle. You deflected in the nick of time and your mother chuckled. “Very good. Okay, now we’re done.”

“Promise?” You grinned.

“I promise. Go take a break.”

You dropped your staff and hugged your mom, just in case she got any ideas to surprise you on your way out.

Natasha had finally come around to training you in the fighting style of a widow a few months ago. You had begun sneaking away to learn how to fight and when she found you, you were about two seconds away from twisting something. So, she had decided to train you in fighting properly.

It was useful, especially when they had need for someone to run backup on missions. Natasha had not been very thrilled about the prospect of her daughter on missions at first, but you proved you could sneak in anyway and had no choice but to say yes. With you and Peter Parker, stealth missions were much more successful. It was rare that anyone tripped the alarm on either side anymore.

Later that day, the mission alert came over FRIDAY’s speakers and you suited up.

Natasha poked her head into your room. “Ready to head out?”

You nodded, tightening your wrist braces built into your suit before following her out.

Right before you made it to the jet, Peter just about ran into you, adjusting his suit over his shoulder.

“How did you get here so fast?” you asked, brow furrowed.

“I was already here.”

“And I didn’t know this?”

“I got here ten minutes ago to discuss some upgrades to the webslingers with Mr. Stark.”

“Have you asked Bruce yet?” You stepped up into the jet with Peter right behind you.

“Dr. Banner? He’s back from his trip?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s the first time in a long time he’s had a stress-free conference to go to and he got back two days ago really relaxed. I had to do a double take because I almost didn’t recognize him.” A laugh left your mouth.

Peter grinned and buckled himself in. “I’ll make sure to meet him. Do you think you could introduce me?”

“Any friend of mine is a friend of Uncle Bruce’s, he likes to say.” Your buckle clicked, too.

He looked alarmed and you laughed again. “Don’t be frightened. It’s been a while since I had anyone I trusted to be friends with and he already likes you.”

“He does?”

“Yeah. Not only have I told him about you, but so has Uncle Tony.”

“Unc – Mr. Stark has told Dr. Banner about me?” he squeaked. You grinned.

“He sure has. All bad things, right Uncle Tony?” you called out to Tony.

“Terrible, terrible things. Only the worst.” He winked back at you. Peter chuckled nervously, looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Oh, don’t worry so much.” You hit his chest with the back of your hand. “He likes you. They both do.”

He smiled nervously.

- - -

The mission went sideways. No one knew how it happened, but shit hit the fan and you and Peter were dodging bullets, running away from the cement building. Natasha and Steve were sharpshooting nearby from some underbrush, taking out those running out, guns blazing, and any hidden guns in the outer walls. The hard rain falling made it hard for the bad guys to see you, but also made it hard for you to see where you were going or where the bullets were aimed.

“Y/N, move!” Peter slammed into your side, a bullet grazing his upper arm. You both, dazed, sat up slowly as the others converged on the shooters, taking them down quickly.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked quietly. You nodded.

“Are you?”

He nodded.

“Did you get hit?”

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

“Lemme see.” You walked on your hands and knees behind his back and looked him over. On his right arm, you saw a small trickle of blood. “Peter, you’re bleeding.”

“I am?” He turned to look. “Oh. I am. Well, it doesn’t look too bad.”

You looked up at him in bewilderment. “What? A bullet just grazed you.”

“I’ve had worse,” he said. “Tis but a flesh wound.”

You stifled a grin, trying not to encourage him. “You need medical attention nonetheless.”

He smiled. “When we’re safe.”

“Uh, lovebirds?” Cap said over the coms. “We’re good to go.”

You chuckled and stood up, pulling Peter up by his non-injured arm.

“Wait,” Peter said.

“What?”

“It’s raining. I-I’d like to kiss you on the cheek.”

You grinned and nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Before you had a chance to return the gesture, your mother made an all-call for you both to get to the jet and head out before enemy backup arrived. You grabbed his hand and both made a run for it.

The door closed up behind you two and you made him sit so you could take care of his scratch. Your mother handed you the first aid kit.

He pulled the suit over his shoulder and gingerly pulled out his arm. You dabbed at his wound with a cotton swab dipped in antiseptic. He hissed, but didn’t move away.

“Sorry.”

He smiled up at you, causing you to smile back. As you bandaged his arm, you saw goosebumps rise on his skin and he blushed when your fingers brushed his shoulder. You winked and his blush got deeper. When you declared your work done, he thanked you and you took the kit back to the other side of the jet. You snapped the kit back into its place on the wall.

“He got shot for you, huh?” Natasha smirked coming up from behind you.

“Grazed. It’s different.”

“Mm, not really. He could have gotten hit.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep a smile hidden. “Okay, maybe.”

She patted your shoulder. “He’s a keeper.”

“You’re okay with it?”

Your mother nodded. “I am. I know him well enough that I don’t have to worry that he will break your heart. If he does, which I doubt, you’ll break him.”

You laughed. “Mom.”

She shrugged. “What? It’s true. You could do it.”

“I don’t think I will need to.”

“No, I don’t think you will, either.”

You thanked her and walked back over to Peter to sit down.

“What did your mother say?” he asked.

“She said she approves of you.”

He turned to look directly at you with wide eyes. “Did she really?”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face. “Yeah. I think you got brownie points with everyone, in fact.” You kissed his cheek, resulting in a few resounding ‘aw’s from the Avengers crew.

“I’d better not find any tom-foolery happening at the compound between the two of you,” Natasha said sternly. You and Peter snickered.

 - - -

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[swanky-batman]

Tangled x Peter Parker-Twisted Tales

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: maybe some violence, mentions of crime and theft, drinking, slight swearing if any throughout

Twisted Tales is back! I hope it’s okay it’s gonna get a little different as we go alone from the original story.

Peter has had a hard life- he's always been pretty good at pick pocketing and talking his way into little bits of trouble. Now that his Uncle has passed, he wants to help his Aunt May however he can- one last crime to get him enough for them both to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. All he has to do is steal the Lost Princess' crown- but things don't always go as planned.

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"I could get used to a view like this." Peter breathed in, getting snapped back into reality when one of the people who hired him on this job told him to get moving. "I'm buying me a castle when we get paid." He chuckled, picking up the pace after them.

"Focus. We're paying you because of your reputation." One of them boomed.

"Yeah, Spiderboy." The other one chuckled.

"Spider-man." Peter pointed out, correcting as they got closer to the room.

They chuckled a bit before stopping and looking down. "This is our stop. Time to prove yourself." They hooked him up and started to repel him down.

Halfway down, Peter could hear them talking.

"We ain't really gonna pay that kid, are we?" The one started, and the other one chuckled, "We needed a smaller person to lower in and someone to pin this whole thing on."

Peter grinned and sighed, people seemed to be backing out on their promises lately. He refocused on the object he was going towards, knowing he would have to make up another plan once this step was through.

He opened up the case and grabbed the crown, accidentally bumping into the glass case. He caught it quickly with a spiderweb before tugging on the rope to be hoisted up.

"Hey!" Someone last minute walked in, seeing him before he could get out.

An alarm went off not a minute later and everyone started running. They all hopped on their getaway horses before getting chased into the forest.

"Why is everything difficult?" The others growled as Peter chuckled.

Getting thrown a couple minutes later, Peter used his spiderwebs to move through the trees- the others getting stuck.

He laughed, happy that it worked itself out. Now he just had to outrun that last guard and his horse.

The horse caught his boot before he could go further and he tumbled down, hearing a splash from the horse and rider.

He was in some sort of inner tree with vines covering the entrance. He heard movement and he tried to quietly move towards the other side, opening into a field with a tower.

"What is this place?" He mumbled to himself, moving towards it.

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"Come on, where are you?" You hummed, moving around. Your breath caught as you heard something. You rushed over to your kitchen to grab a pan and held your breath.

What seemed like ages later, someone poked their head in.

"Alone at last." He said as he grabbed a shiny thing out of his satchel.

You went over and hit him on the head with youpan, shrieking a little bit.

You poked him with it, making sure he was alive.

Pastel, your pet chameleon, jumped on your shoulder.

"Its a good thing I sent mother away for my birthday gift." You mumbled, looking down again. "Maybe he could help me." Pastel pointed at his teeth and you opened his mouth, showing normal teeth. "He doesn't look dangerous..."

He mumbled and you shrieked, hitting him again for good measure.

You tied him up anyways, just to be safe and then waited for him to awaken.

He groaned and you prepared yourself.

"Who are you?" You asked in your most demanding voice.

"What? Where am I?"

"Who are you?" You asked again, jumping down from the upper part of the room, “And what do you want with my voice?”

“Your voice? I’m not a talent agent- what is going on?” He struggled, “And who tied these knots, a boy scout?!” He tumbled over and it took you a lot to stop from smirking. “Ow.”

“You aren’t very convincing you know...” You shook your pan in his direction.

“Look, can you help me up?” He sighed. You pushed the chair up with your foot and re balanced him, trying not to touch him. “Thank you....?”

“You’re welcome....?” You answered, unfamiliar with this tone and custom.

At your response he laughed, “Okay, well- I’m Spider-man, but you can call me Spidey.”

You laughed back, “I am- not gonna call you that.” Your eyes shifted to your hand drawn poster on the wall. “But I will let you go-”

“Thank you for seeing reason.”

“As long as you do something for me first.”

He rolled his eyes, “Everyone wants something.”

“Look, if you don’t want your satchel and what was in it, fine. I can just keep it and buy what I want-”

“Woah, woah, woah- I think you’re being a bit hasty, love. What do you need from little old me?” He turned his attitude around and sounded pleasant.

You smiled, “All I want- is an escort.”

“That’s all?” He snorted, “Done.”

“Good! Once you bring me there and back- safely- then I will give you your satchel, and everything it contains.” 

He frowned, “Where exactly do you need to go?”

You blushed a little and looked down, “To the floating lights...”

“The what?” 

You groaned and walked up to the wall to take off your favorite poster of the lights and showed it to him.

“Ohhhhh- those lanterns that they send up every year for the missing princess?” He kept his frown, “No can do, buttercup- me and the capital aren’t exactly on ‘good terms’ at the moment.”

You returned his frown, stepping closer to him and trying to look fierce, “Look, pal, you can tear this place apart brick from brick but I will never- tell you where it is.”

He looked at you in the eyes, “I was trying not to do this, but here it goes- here comes the smolder.” He twisted his face around and you tilted your head in confusion. After a minute he breathed and brought his face back. “Wow, this really isn’t my kind of day.” He sighed, “Alright, fine.”

“Promise?” You asked, glaring at him. 

“Cross my heart.” He smirked at you.

You held out your hand close enough for him to shake and he reached for it. “Don’t- shake. Unless you mean it.” He held your gaze for a minute before taking your hand and shaking it. 

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Brooklin and Queens-

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: peter finds Steve's daughter at school in not the best of shape and comforts her

Warning: nope this is a fluffy thing

Requested by: @heyjess-marie

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Peter just barrely talked to her since her dad and tony wheren't on the best term with each other but he knew that she was a grade A bad ass. Ms.America herself.

Now he watched her with her head barried in her arms on her desk. Which was unusual since she was always upright and participating in class.

Suddenly she looked up her eyes red and puffy. "Mrs can I use the restroom?" the teacher paused and looked at her.

"Yes ms.Rogers take the pass." she hurridly got up and rushed out of the room.

Peter waited till the teacher wasn't paying attention and ran after her. As soon as he was in the hall he lost track of her momentarily Then heard crying down the empty hall.

"(y/n)?" he turned the corner and found her sobbing into her knees.

she looked up and quickly wiped her eyes. "Hey Queens!" She put a fake smile on her face. "Queens?" she ran her fingers through her hair and looked at him "yea uh my-" she cleared her throat in between her sentence "my dad told me you where from queens he would some time refer to you as queen..." she relized she was rambeling and trailed off.

"Sorry I ramble when I'm upset.." he slid onto the floor next to her. "No no it's ok it's much better spidering." she wipped her eyes again and chuckled. "Mmm in not sure spidering is so much better than 'she is beauty she is grace she is (y/n) Rogers up in your face." peter looked at her in awe. "He doesn't.."

"Every damn time I walk into the room. Well that or star spangled bad ass." peter smiled. "He's just trying his best to make me feel better..." her eyes started to tear up again. "Hey what's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm fine." her voice cracked and she looked in the oposite direction of him. "I know we haven't talked much but you can talk me." she looked at him and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

"My dad...h-had to leave and left me with tony a-and I w-want my family back!" her grip on him tightened as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey shh it's ok." he stroked her hair to try and calm her down. "I know how it feels...belive me." he kissed the top of her head and let her cry.

She took a shaky breath. "W-what if I d-don't see him a-again?"

"Hey don't say that your dad would never leave you especially for the rest of your life with Mr.stark. plus he would want to see you continue to grow into a beautiful amazing lady."

She looked up at him with her eyes still red and puffy and kissed him quickly. "Are you busy later tonight?...i need a break for tony."

"Yea how does 7 sound Brooklin?"

"Sounds like a date Queens."

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The Beautiful & Damned (2/7)

Female Reader x Young!Remus Lupin | Female Reader x Young!Sirius Black

Chapter 2: No, Definitely 

A/N: Thank you so much for taking your time to read this, and for your feedback. I love hearing from you guys. 

Not much action in this chapter - calm before the storm. I hope you enjoy!  

New to the series? - Accio First Chapter! 

(Please note, that in this story there are no indications of reader’s skin, hair or eye colour. Blake Lively is simply featured in this gif because I think her very beautiful)

With music blasting and lights dimmed in the room full of blues and silvers, the party was in full swing. Leaning onto the backside of a couch, Remus slowly took a sip from his butterbeer, barely paying attention to the lazy conversation he’d been sucked into. From the corner of his eye he noticed James make a terrified face, obviously illustrating McGillan’s mask of terror once he found himself hanging head down from the Astronomy Tower. The students surrounding them, at least two thirds of whom were Ravenclaws it’s just so appeared, roared with laughter. Smiling almost automatically, Reus nodded slowly, not even knowing why. The truth was, the gesture comforted him.

Remus was never particularly at ease in the room full of people, but tonight a different kind of anxiety coursed through his body. The truth was, Lupin was restless. The mere idea of you walking through the door a couple of feet behind his back made his skin shiver. 

Get a goddamn grip, Remus commanded himself. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm... Act normal.

“I wonder what’s taking Padfoot and Siren so long,” James spoke once the awing crowd of students dispersed. “It’s a good thing Ravenclaws hated their prefect, otherwise nobody would have let us in here without those two lovebirds...”

“Friends,” Remus heard someone speak in a rough and nearly angry voice. When James’ eyes fixed firmly on his face, he suddenly realized he was the one that spit the word out. 

Moony cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his light sweater. 

“They’re friends,” he repeated quietly. “You think someone caught them on their way here?” he changed the subject skilfully. 

James narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

“No, otherwise we’d all be discovered already. Are you sure you don’t want to share anything, Moony? Anything at all?” James’ gaze was quickly becoming difficult to endure, and Remus’ brain was frantically trying to come up with a neutral answer to the provocation. 

“I...” Remus finally spoke, staring at the bottom of his plastic cup, when suddenly his chaotic train of thought was brought to an abrupt stop.

Like a touch of wind caressing the tops of the Forbidden Forest’s pines, a soft whisper rolled across the room. It even seemed that the music played a lot less loud now, the party coming to an almost complete standstill.

“They’re here”, was all Moony needed to discern for his heart to start beating double time. As if in slow motion, Remus turned his head to get an eyeful of the entrance, the plastic cup groaning as he clutched it tightly.

Overwhelming sensation of beautiful awe settled over the entire place. Looking at Sirius and you standing in the doorway was like looking at a constellation of stars. His heart sank in a wonderful ache. 

Skin like silk over glass, passion and wit that turned your eyes into the orbs of merciless fire, soft cushion of your rosy lips… Every single detail of you, it cut him to the very core. He felt exposed, raw and pure, watching you throw your hand holding a bottle of amber liquid up in the air, everyone cheering loud at your gesture. Sirius half-smirked, his hand snaking around your waist so spontaneously, like it always belonged there… Moony couldn’t feel his chest, his heart threatening to bash its way out of his ribcage as Black and you exchanged bright glances, plunging headfirst into the crowd of admirers. 

All these hours of anxious drinking and pacing around weren’t going to amount to anything, he knew it now. He always knew it really, but for some reason couldn’t let go of that twinkle of hope, sparkling every time you smiled at him, or whispered his name. 

It was decided. He was going to spend all his life getting over you. In silence. Without a single living soul knowing what kind of dreams he went through on the nightly basis. 

“Earth to Moony!” James roared into his ear, proper deafening sound. Remus winced, but quickly got a hold of himself. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“No,” Lupin answered without thinking. “I mean yes!”, realising from the quizzical look on James’ face that his response was out of line, Remus blurted out. “You know what, Prongs, I’m actually not feeling very well…”

With a serious expression taking over his features in an instant, James put a hand on Remus’ shoulder and squeezed it lightly. 

“You are chasing heartache, my friend,” he observed, following Remus’ stare, fixed on you, surrounded by the usual group of admirers, Sirius’ hand making its home on your delicate, naked shoulders. 

“I am not,’ Remus said. 

I definitely am, Remus thought. 

It was at that very moment that his eyes met yours. Silver fire swallowed by a frozen lake. For a moment, Moony panicked: they seemed to see everything he was trying so hard to hide. Out of breath, Remus turned away, and slamming his plastic cup on a nearby table, power walked out of the room, followed by your confused stare, a warm smile slowly disappearing from your face. 

James scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head. You threw him a questioning glance, but before you could get an answer, Sirius leaned closer to your ear. 

“I told you so,” he whispered. You looked up at him; his stormy grey eyes emanated sadness and a fair dose of encouragement, but also a sentiment of understanding. Padfoot’s eyes were indeed the window to his soul. 

You quickly looked away and didn’t answer. Before you could go off and hide in a group of people who couldn’t even aspire to know the real you, Sirius grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, giving them a reassuring squeeze. 

“Talk to him,” tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he caught your eyes and gave you a soft smile. 

“I can’t,” you bit your bottom lip hard, searching Padfoot’s eyes for support. “I can’t, Sirius, not tonight”, you pressed, watching a knowing smile bloom on his lips.  

“Tomorrow morning, then”, giving you a quick forehead kiss, Sirius led you straight to Lily, Marlene, James and Peter. 

Party rolled on smoothly. Music roared on like thunder, and the crowd jumped to the rhythm in huddled groups, like Bertie Bott’s Beans, shaken in their boxes.

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To Keep You Safe and Sound {1/?}

Summary ➤ Tucked away in the mountains of New York, Omega! Reader lives a secluded life with her Alpha! Mother, until two unlikely visitors intrude on their solitude. Tangled AU, emphasis on the AU.

Warnings ➤ Mild emotional abuse from a parent. Discussions of heats/mating cycles/knotting. Eventual smut (as this is an ABO dynamic fic series there may be elements of dubious consent). Each part will have part-specific warnings as well. Swearing (there will ALWAYS be swearing, sorry.)

Words ➤ 1390

Notes ➤ This is for my lovely, talented wife @bookybuns‘ 4k fic fest, where I claimed the aforementioned Tangled AU prompt. To be entirely honest, this is my first real foray into MCU fic writing. A HUGE thank you to @a-splash-of-stucky for betaing for me!

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The two super soldiers stare incredulously at the prosthetic arm on the dash of their getaway car. It’s several minutes before the blonde one speaks, his words slow, as if he himself doesn’t entirely believe them. “Nat heard he was working on something that would help you, I didn’t expect it to be this…” A large, calloused hand wipes over his jaw, smoothing the thick beard that covers those angles the world has been used to seeing. “Not after he completely obliterated your other one.”

His dark-haired accomplice shrugs the aforementioned shoulder, his eyes full of wonder. “Whaddya think? Is he really all that mad if he made this?” His gloved hand reaches out to caress the replacement.

Steve contemplates what the new vibranium arm could possibly mean for the three of them. Could he have forgiven Bucky? After everything that went down in Siberia? After Steve had broken Clint, Sam, Scott, and Wanda out of the Raft? After being in hiding and on the run for nearly two years, was Tony Stark ready to forgive James Barnes for something he had had no control over? Or was this new arm simply another Stark test of ‘Can I?’?

“I really don’t know, Buck. But Nat said there’s a mechanical engineer living in upstate New York who used to work remotely for Stark Industries before the Iron Monger incident. Maybe he can help us install this thing? It’s worth a shot, right?” The blonde glances questioningly at his Alpha partner. 

Bucky’s teeth grit slightly, “Can you not call it an installation, punk? It’s metal, it’s a prosthetic, but it’s still my fuckin’ arm.”

“Right, o’ course. I know it’s your arm, Buck. I’m sorry, I’m just still stunned Tony even made you a new one… ‘Course he had no idea we were gonna steal it… ” Steve sighs heavily, glancing back at the shining metal in the case.

“Is it really stealing if it was made for me?” Bucky questions.

“Yes, jerk. It’s still fuckin’ stealing.”

“Language.” 

With that Steve Rogers groans and starts up the car. “Stow that. We’ve got over a one-hundred-fifty miles until we’re anywhere near this mysterious engineer’s house. We don’t need to get caught with multi-million dollar tech until it’s impossible to remove without damaging it. Call Nat, tell her we’re going Upstate.”

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Mother catches you padding down the hall towards the basement stairs three days before your heat starts, your arms laden with nearly every spare blanket the mountain house has to offer. Your eyes don’t meet, but she grabs the keys to the truck you haven’t seen the inside of since your designation presented. It’s almost a ritual now. 

The two of you don’t openly acknowledge your nesting, or the week of heat that follows it. One day all the blankets from the linen closet will end up downstairs, and she’ll leave for town to gather food for the week. When she returns she brushes your hair as the two of you sit in silence. Then she leaves until your heat is over, always scenting with the sting of disappointment.

You know this time will be no different, it doesn’t bother you anymore. It’s just how it is.

You’ve just finished rebuilding the base of your nest in the safe room—a pile of duvets, fleece blankets and every pillow that doesn’t scent of Mother—when she returns with the groceries. And a heat basket. That’s unusual, you think as she sets it on the counter, along with the supermarket bags. 

“Put away the food while I pack my overnight bag, Omega?” The slight lilt in her voice makes it sound like a question, but experience tells you otherwise. 

Mother has almost always talked with you this way. It’s just how she is. How alphas are, even parental alphas. Alphas make demands, omegas follow them. 

“Yes, Mother,” you’re already transferring the perishables into the refrigerator when she leaves the kitchen. 

There is a certain relief that comes with nesting, at least for you. It means days without Mother’s presence—just A.B.I.G.A.I.L. to keep you company—without her backhanded quips about your work, without her not-so-subtle comments about your designation. It’s no secret that she’s hates that you’re Omega; your earliest memories are of her teaching you what it means to be Alpha, how to carry yourself, what it will feel like when you scent your mate, how to learn to control your rut. 

But when you presented Omega that swell of pride wasn’t there. She abandoned you at the house for days, and when she returned, it wasn’t the same. For months after, she refused to use your name, calling you Omega, or Flower if she was in a good mood. Gone was the mother who had been proud of what you could do with your mind, proud of who you would become.

She began warning you about Alphas, and while the information never contradicted her pride at being one, it was clear she feared losing you to another Alpha. She stopped taking you into town, she stopped having visitors over, and the bald man that would come to look at your blueprints and specs never came back—which was no real loss, as he always rubbed you the wrong way. 

She did her best to cut you off from the world completely.

But during your heats, that goes away, and you’re left to your own devices. You have run of the house. A.B.I.G.A.I.L. does her best to keep you from being bored, updating you on the world outside, and when you ask, sending you articles and texts on Omega behavior and instinct. This life would be unbearable without your friend—your creation—and she’s your only secret from Mother.

“You aren’t done yet, Flower? I expected better of you, you know I like to be at the B&B before dark,” Mother’s words slice through your reverie, cutting you to the core.

“I-I’m sorry, Mother.” You hurry to put the canned goods and non-perishables away in the pantry, and you can feel her eyes following you intently.

“Don’t rush on my account, I’ll just risk going down the mountain in the dark. It’s no big deal, Omega.” But she doesn’t stop watching you, and it makes you anxious. Your hands shake as you place the last carton of broth in the pantry, before turning to your mother.

“You don’t have to brush my hair, Mother. I know it’s important to you to go down before dark.” You try to maintain confidence as you speak, but it’s so hard with her. You know your designs and plans have sustained you, that your near-genius level talent isn’t something to scoff at, but it is moments like these where you know it will never be enough for her. It will never make up for being Omega.

“Just this once, Flower. It’s already so dark.” She injects worry into her tone, but you know that she just doesn’t want to be around you. The truck has headlights, the mountain isn’t that steep. She just doesn’t want her Omega daughter. She kisses your forehead, and grabs her bag from the counter. “I’ll be back in nine days, Y/N. Be safe. Don’t go outside, don’t let anyone in if anyone comes. Make use of the heat basket, I noticed you were out of those bath soaps.”

You nod, and wish her a safe drive, slipping off the kitchen stool as the door to the garage closes behind her. The engine starts and A.B.I.G.A.I.L. comes out of hiding.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Her voice is tin-y, and sounds in the small ear bud you wear when Mother is home. 

“Just glad to be unsupervised for the next week, Abby. Queue up my nesting playlist, please.”

“Do you want to play Passenger first, Y/N? She seemed unhappy with you today.”

As you move to go finish building your nest, you can just hear the truck pulling away when the sound of ‘Scare Away the Dark’ plays over the speakers.

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Absolutely Gorgeous - Wanda Maximoff - Part Two

Summary: Wanda has a serious crush on famous!reader, and finally meets her at a party.

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, drinking (but characters are of age), lots of cuteness

Notes: Part 2 in this mini-series (link to first part below)

Word Count: 714

Part 1

“Shut up!”

“It’s true!”

“You’re unbelievable, you really threw up at your own movie premiere?”

“Yep, right in front of Jennifer Aniston.”

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Neither could she!”

The whole night had been filled with nothing but laughter and happiness between the two of you. Wanda had told you countless stories of the daily happenings of the Avengers, which you loved to hear and thought that they were some of the greatest stories ever told. And while you seemed to be spilling some of the best Hollywood gossip you had, Wanda was soaking up every detail of it. Both fascinated by each other's’ lives, you hadn’t noticed that it was well past midnight and that almost everyone else had left the party. You enjoyed each other’s company so well, it was as if you had been in love with each other for years.

Now you were sitting on one of the couches next to Wanda, cuddled into her and the back side of the couch, both of you with a drink in hand.

“Wanda?” you asked, with a drowsiness in your voice. Your head rested on her shoulder, fitting perfectly, like it was made for you.

You turned your head to look her, and even if you were exhausted, you could never get tired of seeing her beautiful face.

“Yes?” she replied, also sounding a little sleepy.

“You’re so pretty.” This time, you completely slurred your sentence. The amount of alcohol you had consumed was blatantly obvious in your speech patterns.

“Oh, I’m nothing compared to you sweetheart,” she replied with a smile.

You kissed Wanda on the cheek, catching her by surprise. Her eyes widened, her cheeks became flushed and a small smile appeared across her lips. “You know, I’m thinking about moving out here.”

“Oh really? You’re going to leave all your fancy Hollywood friends and come out here?” She began to stroke your hair off of face, tucking it behind your ear, causing you to laugh.

“Yeah, I, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and one of my friends asked me to come out here for a little bit for a modelling shoot, and maybe I could turn it into a full time thing. That was also how I planned on meeting you for the first time before I was invited to this party.”

Wanda laughed at the thought of you having a crush on her, knowing that she feels the exact same way about you. And now knowing that you returned those feelings as well, she was over the moon. “Well, it seems like you have a pretty good start on moving out here. And if it means spending more time with you, I’m definitely not against it.” She pressed a light kiss to the top of your head. “How about we go to bed, we can talk about this more in the morning.”

“Did you just ask me to sleep with you? I’m too sleepy to move anyway,” you replied.

“That’s not a problem,” Wanda said, as she slid on hand under your knees and another behind your upper back. As soon as you were in her arms, you leaned against her chest and were passed out in a matter of mere seconds. Wanda thought it was sweet that you felt so comfortable in her arms like that.

Bucky and Sam were still up, drinking away at the bar with the remaining guests, and Bucky gave Wanda a slightly puzzled look at the sight of her carrying you to bed. His eyes widened immediately as he put the pieces together of what had happened. He nodded as a sign of respect to Wanda for taking such good care of you. Wanda gave a nod to show that she was capable of taking you to bed while mouthing the words ’she fell asleep.’ Bucky gave Wanda a smile as she took you to bed.

Wanda was content. For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace, like the world was good again. She was with someone who she knew would love her and make her truly happy, someone that she loved with all her heart, and that was the best feeling in the world for her, and all she could ever hope for.

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Left At The Altar - Part 3? (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader)

Title: Left At The Altar (Part 3?)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader

Genre: Angst?

Summary: Steve and (Y/N) are both working on what could potentially be a blossoming relationship between them whilst Bucky’s sees tiny cracks. 

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Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5

“… Tony and Sam, you two will keep a lookout up on air. Wheels up in 30 mins. Dismissed.” Steve ordered.

The group of Avengers pushed themselves off the chairs and started making their way to get ready for yet another mission. It was a pretty routine mission, information extraction and ultimately shutting down the base they were raiding. It wasn’t complicated but the grounds they had to cover was pretty massive and so the entire team is involved.

Steve has sort of made (Y/N)’s room his over the past couple of months but still kept his own space located right opposite her room. It was more because of space constraint than anything. The 100-year-old super soldier enjoyed collecting keepsakes and the extra room was needed to hold them, even though he was pretty much permanent resident in (Y/N)’s.

He made his way into his room and reached for the stealth suit in his closet. Heaving a sigh at the thought of having to leave (Y/N) behind yet again because of his job, Steve failed to notice the girl opening his room door.

“Hey, captain. Why the long face?” came (Y/N)’s soft voice.

Steve turned around and his smile widened as his eyes landed on her.

“Not too excited about leaving you home alone doll,” he answered, moving closer to her.

A soft smile broke on her face as she stepped into Steve’s embrace. Mumbling into his chest, she said, “I’m not too excited about having you go risk your life either, Cap.”

The two was developing a sort of more than friendship, less than love kind of relationship. For (Y/N), she felt conflicted about her growing interest in her ex-fiance's best friend. For Steve, he just didn’t have the confidence that (Y/N) would ever return his feelings. But the two reveled in this current comfortable relationship they have right now. Not too fast, not too slow. And it felt just right for the both of them.

Bucky stepped out of his room, geared up and ready to go but stopped short when his gaze fell to (Y/N) in Steve’s embrace. The slightly opened door hid nothing from Bucky’s view. His super soldier hearing didn’t help lessen the blow either.

“Come back safe. Promise me, Steve. Don’t go doing foolish things like jumping off a plane. I’m right here waiting for you to come home, alright?” (Y/N) said, her eyes meeting with Steve’s blue ones.

“Yes, ma’am. We still have got that art exhibition to go together. I’ll make it back right in time for it, I promise.” came Steve’s answer, as he landed a peck on her forehead, his lips lingering.

Bucky was no stranger to this new sort-of affection going on between his captain and (Y/N). (Y/N)’s reaction towards him surprised him immensely. The anger and spite he anticipated from (Y/N) did not happen. She was civil, polite, almost too polite to him and Jenny. She kept their contact to a minimum but never purposefully avoiding him. But Bucky would honestly feel so much better if she yelled at him or threw some spiteful comments here and there. This civil and polite girl was new to him. Ever since day 1, (Y/N) was welcoming, warm and friendly. This almost feels painful to him, like Bucky is nothing but a stranger along the streets to her.

His thoughts halted when he heard a laughter bubbling from (Y/N). Looking up, he sees (Y/N) walking around Steve’s room, gathering the essentials he would need for the mission and putting them in his go-bag. This scene of pure domestic bliss was what hurt him the most.

He couldn’t understand why this would hurt. He chose to walk away from this, didn’t he? He was the one that didn’t think (Y/N) and he was right together.

Shaking his head in an attempt to push these thoughts away, Buck threw one last glance into the room and stomped his way to quinjet.

“Where’s Cap? He’s usually all geared up and ready to leave before any of us.” Wanda questioned, as she helped lug Natasha and Clint weapons up the quinjet.

Bucky frowned at the question, his mind wandering to the scene before. He couldn’t help but mumble under his breath, “He’s too busy and pre-occupied with my girl to actually do his captain duties.” The thought startled him, why did he still label (Y/N) as his girl - she wasn’t anymore, and would probably never be again.

“Is everyone gathered?” Steve’s voice came and broke Bucky’s thoughts.

“We’re waiting for you Capiscle,” Tony replied, his face held a knowing smirk.

“I’m here. So, let’s go.” Steve replied, rolling his eyes at the billionaire.

Just as Steve was about to make his way to the controls, two voices sounded.

“Steve!”

“Bucky!”

The lot turned and saw (Y/N) and Jenny making their way to the quinjet the former calling for the captain and the latter calling for the sergeant.

An awkward silence enveloped the quinjet as the rest of the heroes scattered around to make themselves seem busy but kept their ears peeled for the conversation that was to take place.

The look in Steve’s eyes warmed when he spotted (Y/N). Holding her by her hand, he led her away from Jenny and closer to himself, his large frame shadowing the girl as if trying to protect her.

“Uhm, I know you shouldn’t be wearing anything that isn’t part of your suit but would you please just bring this along? You don’t have to wear it just leave it in your go-bag. It’ll make me feel less jittery about you leaving.” (Y/N) said, her face flushing as she handed him the necklace she always wore. It was a long chain with an intricate ring strung through it - her mum’s wedding ring, a sort-of family heirloom that the girl treasured.

Bending to meet (Y/N) eye to eye, Steve gave her a breathtaking smile and lowered his head, requesting for (Y/N) to help him put it on.

“I’ll take good care of it doll,” Steve said, as he straightened his posture, thumbing the ring around his neck.

Bucky’s couldn’t tear his eyes from what was happening in front of him. That necklace was (Y/N)’s. That necklace was his. (Y/N) would always make him wear it when he was leaving for a mission, said it gave her a peace of mind. Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the scene and couldn’t help the low growl he let out.

The only other super soldier picked up the sound and met Bucky’s eyes. Steve saw the look Bucky was giving him and pulled (Y/N) in for a hug, his eyes locked on Bucky’s for a long moment, before he pulled away and caressed the side of (Y/N)’s face.

Jenny tapped on Bucky’s arm and jumped when he turned and glared at her in an instant. Seeing the started girl, Bucky’s gazed softened slightly and gruffly questioned her, “Yeah?”


“You didn’t say bye. So I, I just thought I should come say bye.” Jenny replied, her eyes fleeting between Bucky and what he was previously staring at.

“Yeah okay. I��ll be back soon.” came his reply.

“It would be good if you could tell me where you’re heading to and when you’re leaving and coming back next time, Bucky. I’m your girlfriend. I have the right to want to know where you are and what you are doing.” Jenny grumbled.

“Fine,” Bucky replied, walking away from the fifth argument they’ve had this week.

Jenny stomped off the quinjet, anger radiating from her. The moment of awkward silence was saved (Y/N) yelling out “goodbyes” and “stay safes” to everyone. She met Bucky’s eyes and gave him a small reassuring smile, “Stay safe sergeant.” and a polite nod of her head, before turning to Steve.

“Come back to me soon, Steve. I’ll be looking forward to our art exhibition date,” she said, her eyes turning into crescents from her wide smile.

“Date, doll?” Steve questioned with a teasing tone.

(Y/N) face turned red when she noticed what she has said and lightly shoved the soldier towards the quinjet control.

“I’ll be back for our date doll.” Steve teased, a smirk forming on his face, (Y/N) hurried off the quinjet, not before stopping to wave at the team before heading into the compound.

Tony took one look at Bucky and rolled his eyes at the kicked puppy dog look he was giving the girl.

“Hey! You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself, Manchurian Candidate. You let her go the worst way possible. So suck it up, live with your misery while she gets the man she deserves. Capsicle gave her up to you once, don’t expect him to do it twice.” Tony scoffed with a roll of his eyes and left Bucky on his own with his loud and unforgiving thoughts.

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Amnesia Part 9

Plot: You, Tony’s wife, get into an accident and develop amnesia. Tony wonders if it would be safer for you to get on with your life, even as he helps you heal.

Part 8          ||       ��  Amnesia Masterlist

A/N: This is very short, but that’s because we are getting to the end! It’s been so much fun to take this journey with you all!

Warnings: None, it’s all fluff

Word Count Total: 909

Title: Amnesia

Part 9

A week had passed since that night. You had stopped trying to force the memories to come back and they started to ease in on their own again. With one memory triggered another. Not all of them were happy, but it wasn’t a problem. Tony was still there.

The more you learned about him and the past you built with him, the more you fell for him.

He could see it happening day by day. You were spending the night with him more and you stayed by his side during the day. The two of you worked on your cooking skills, which took next to no time to return once you started.

A few things about you had changed, though. Minor, but there. Things like your favorite color, your sweet tooth, and your preference for romantic movies over comedy had all changed.

A tremble in your dominant hand had also come up when you were relearning to cook. It was minor, but enough to cause discomfort and frustration. Tony knew all about hand and forearm injury, so he offered to create a brace for you, which you accepted.

You followed him down to his lab and he sat you down at the table on a stool, getting to work on the adjacent side of the table on a brace.

“Don’t you need to measure my arm?”

He raised his eyebrow. “You think I need to?”

You chuckled. “I guess knowing each other for so long makes it unnecessary.”

He pointed at you in agreement and got back to work putting together thin metal wires. You were about to ask if it would be better to go to your doctor for this when you remembered he’s done this before – on himself. You watched him build the brace, from the skeleton to adding comfort. It took about an hour for him to build and fit around your arm and wrist. In the meantime, you took a look around at the lab, identifying different armor pieces under your breath like you had never forgotten them. Tony smiled.

“Okay, I think it’s done.” He held up the brace and you held out your arm. It wrapped around your arm and wrist, with a joint to allow for movement, holding it steady while you held it up.

You looked up at him from the stool and he smiled. “How does it feel?”

“Better. Thank you, Tony.”

He smiled and you reached out to him with both hands. He held out his hands to you and you stood up and hugged him. The safety he felt in your arms almost made him melt.

“Tony?” you said softly.

“What’s the matter?” he pulled back slightly. You looked him in the eye opening your mouth and contemplating what to say. It was a patient wait, but filled with worry for him.

“I-I love you, Tony.”

Tears sprang into his eyes and he froze. This was the first time since he foolishly let you leave alone to the ceremony that you said it. His mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. You smiled and reached up, brushing away a tear on his cheek.

“I love you, Tony. I love you.”

His grip got tighter and you hugged him back, letting him cry into your shoulder. Your hands ran up and down his back.

Eventually, he pulled back again, wiping his eyes and sniffling. Your hands grabbed his cheeks and you looked him in the eye.

“I love you, too,” he whispered before leaning in slowly, letting you back out if you wanted to. But you leaned in, too, kissing him back as he kissed you. And it felt like coming home after a long time away. Perfect and comforting.

Later that day, you and Tony were curled up on the couch together with books and you were quietly reading. He cleared his throat and you looked up. There was nervousness in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if you’ll say yes.”

“Say yes to what?”

He put the book down and leaned back, trying not to move you from your position where you were leaning back on him. He dug in his pocket for a moment, then removed his hand.

“If I ask you to be my wife again.”

Tears came to your eyes. “Tony, I’m already your wife. Have you been carrying those around this whole time?”

He nodded.

You held out your left hand and he choked on a happy sob as he put the rings back on your hand where they belonged. Once they were on your finger, you leaned back again into Tony and snuggled, admiring how your hand looked.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” you whispered, turning around to face your husband. He smiled.

“You never once gave up on me. Besides, I love you. Even if you didn’t remember that we are married, it was the only thing to do. Make sure you are happy and healthy.”

“I heard you weren’t certain at the beginning. I’m glad you decided I would be safer here.”

He grimaced, then stiffened as he realized who the little birdy was. “I’m going to kill Steve.”

“Don’t. I weaseled it out of him. That man’s been through enough Stark shit for one day.”

“Okay, I’ll do it tomorrow then.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him, your books laying on the floor long forgotten.

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Twisted Tales- Steve Rogers x Mulan Sequel Series

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: crimes, violence, probably drinking and adult situations throughout.

I have been working on this part for some time now, trying to get it done. For anyone that had been waiting on the next part from the original series, I’m sorry for the wait! I’m so glad you liked it enough to want it to continue, even if it only finishes the questions that were brought up.

This takes place before IW but without Civil War happening. 

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Tears formed in your eyes- was it really him? His face softened when it saw you, he leaned over you in a weird outfit.

“What’s going on?” Your voice was cracking, your body was stiff.

He tried to calm you down, “Please, Y/N, take it easy.” He looked pained. “There is going to be a lot of explaining I need to do.”

“What is that?” You were distracted, looking at the flashlight in the other woman’s hand. She looked nervous and spoke up finally.

“I’m going to alert the others, Cap.” She nodded, walking out of the room. You could hear noise as she opened the door and a beeping.

Your heartbeat was racing, your eyes coming back to Steve’s. He looked the same, yet different. He had a beard, his outfit looked different, his demeanor showed a different man than the one you had seen before, your best friend.

“Hey,” He leaned over so you were only looking at him, “You are one of the strongest people I know. I need you to prove that again.” His face swept over yours, tears formed in his eyes as well. “I have missed you so much.”

“Steve, what’s going on?” You reached for his hands, “I fell off that cliff and then- nothing. Black. Except…” Your brows furrowed together. “Voices.”

He nodded, “What voices what were they saying?”

You shook your head, “I- I don’t remember.” You tried to move and leave the bed and Steve stopped you.

“Okay, just calm down for a minute.” He stopped you, brushing some hair back from your face. You looked at it and realized it was different.

“I-” You gulped, “I’ve been out for some time, haven’t I?” He slowly nodded. “How long?” You looked at him and his eyes widened a little.

“It’s- a different time.”

You gulped down some water,“How are you still here then? You look… similar. Is that from the super soldier serum?”

“One thing at a time.” He chuckled, “Still wanting all of the information at once, huh?” His eyes looked like they were remembering a different time. “The year is 2017.” He bit his lip, looking at you.

Your eyes widened, “Oh my.” You gulped and your eyes fluttered around the room a little. You remained silent for a moment, noticing Steve looked uncomfortable, “Guess the Mayans were wrong then, huh?” You giggled a little, making him chuckle.  

Then it hit you- it had been over 70 years. You gasped a little. 70 years. What was different? Is that why his clothes looked strange? That’s why the flashlight was strange- that woman’s outfit was… form fitting. The strange machines that had been lighting up and beeping around you. Everything you knew was different. You fought back tears, everyone you knew…

He took your hand, pulling you into a hug. “A lot has changed and it’s going to take some time to get used to. I’m going to be here with you the whole way, just like you’ve been there for me. I only woke a few years ago myself- I was frozen. A little differently than you.”

“How?” You asked, hugging him back and shifting, noticing a difference in yourself.

“Hydra.” His grip tightened on you, “Hydra got to you and Bucky.”

“Bucky too?” You shifted, pulling back to look at his face. He nodded.

“He- he had a different time. They had you both, injecting you with experimental drugs. Bucky- well, he woke up. Was put through a lot. They tried to inject you to help you with your injuries- you hit your head a little more than he did I suppose. Or maybe you subconsciously knew that you didn’t want to be awake. Either way, Hydra couldn’t find a way to safely wake you up- they abandoned you after a number of years. Luckily, Stark had continued to track Hydra’s movements and had found the abandoned base before too much harm came upon you. They’ve been storing you all these years.” He gently rubbed your cheek, “Your brainwaves have been active- everyone has been astonished. We’ve moved you again to this facility with a brilliant scientist who said she could test out some theories. Guess it worked.”

Your mind ran over all the information he had been giving you. It seemed too much. “Wait, did you say she?”

He laughed wholeheartedly, “All of that and you heard she? You are really going to like her- she’s amazing. She’s been working with Bucky too, to try and help him. I- I found a new team.” He smiled a little, “I think I’m going to have to introduce you once you feel up to it.”

You smiled a little, your heart dropping. “I need to get up.”

“Give yourself some time.” He spoke gently.

“I’ve had time.” You choked out with a smile and sadness, “I need to move forward. Help me.” You asked him, pulling away the covers which he stopped you from.

“There’s one other thing I need to mention- so you don’t get scared.” His hands were on your calves, but your brain wasn’t registering the touch. Your heartbeat got even faster and you could hear the beeping behind you get faster.

“Let me go get Shuri- she’s going to help with this part, okay?” He asked, trying to quickly move out of the room.

You threw back the covers to reveal robotic lower legs, you inwardly screamed- rolling off the bed and onto the legs you stood- a little overpowered. You knocked over some things on a table as you caught yourself and quickly moved out of the room, flinging open the door.

Light poured in, you had to cover your face for a while.

“What’s happening? Where am I?” You asked, looking around. You saw some looks from a couple of people and tried to run down the hall. Your brain hurt there was so much you didn’t know- things that looked different. You got to a window and saw a whole city like that. You shrieked a little and found someone grabbing you- it was that woman. There was a whole team behind her.

“What is this place? Where am I? What happened to my legs?” You asked, backing away and bumping into one of them. You looked into their face. “Howard?” Your eyes flashed a little and then you put a hand over your mouth. “No, you can’t be.” You slid down.

He tried to calmly kneel down, “Let us help you, slowly.” His eyes had looked strained like he actually felt sorry for you- this man that looked like Howard.

“You are related to him, aren’t you?” You whispered.

He nodded slowly after a couple seconds, “He was my father.”

Your eyes looked down, “Was?” You chuckled a little to yourself, “That’s right- everyone I knew is gone, aren’t they?” You rubbed your face.

Steve came over a couple minutes later with a woman and they tried to move you.

“I don’t want to be moved at the moment.” You huffed a little, “I just want answers-” Your eyes looked towards your legs. “What is this?”

The woman leaned down, “I’m Shuri.” She smiled, “I created those for you.”

“You’re the woman scientist?” A grin spread across your face, “Are women different now? Are they allowed to-” You stopped, looking for words.

“Who run the world? Girls.” She responded with a laugh and got a chuckle from everyone else and your head tilted a little. “Oh, gosh- I’m sorry.” She sat next to you. “Women have a lot more rights than in your time. You have become a legend, you know.”

“Legend?” You looked at all of the people surrounding you and realized how strange you must look. Then a blush came over your cheeks, realizing your gown only came down to your knees. “I’m going to need a history lesson, I think. I am so sorry I’m indecent.” You tried to pull the gown over the rest of your legs.

Everyone looked towards Steve who responded, “Women weren’t supposed to show any skin apart from their head, neck and sometimes parts of the arms.”

“Oh gosh is that different too?” You were still fiddling with your outfit.

“Oh, honey.” The scientist laughed, “Steve you have a lot to show her.”

He smiled to you and offered you a hand up, “I can’t wait.”

“Aw, our little boy is all grown up.” Stark’s son joked, “I remember not so long ago showing him the ropes.”

“Is-” You looked around at all of the faces, “Is this the new team?”

A large smile spread across everyone’s face as Steve nodded, “This is. Introductions can be later.”

“It is very nice to meet you.” You curtsied a little, “I apologize for my lack of understanding at the moment.”

“No worries,” A man spoke up and everyone looked like they agreed, “We’ve never been in your predicament before.”

“So not everyone in this room is from a different time period?” You giggled, “Good to know.” Everyone smiled as you let Steve lead you back towards your room. He clicked a button and the windows showed the outside.

“What is this glorious place?” You gasped, looking out.

“This is Wakanda.” He answered, “Onto the next question.” He teased a little.

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Mornings and Matrimony (Logan/Wolverine x Reader) (2/3)

A/N: Hey, thanks for the love on part one. @heyjess-marie, I googled how to tag people just for you! Everyone hates author notes, but I had to make one quick point--there will be some specifically gender-neutral language in here (bc Logan’s attractiveness is universal). Sorry if that makes it vague or impersonal at times, but I’ll try my best!

Logan carries you on piggyback through the halls of the mansion, something he can usually only be talked into when you are sick or injured. More than a few students stop to stare at the spectacle. No one looks more perplexed than Scott Summers and Storm in the kitchen.

“Morning,” you say, as you hop off Logan’s back to rinse out the coffee mugs. “Any plans for the day?

“Um...just teaching, I think. Tactics lecture at three,” says Scott, still pretty weirded out by your chipper start to the day.

“And you?” asks Storm.

“Well,” you say, “I have to run a workshop at quarter past eleven, but that’s a few hours away. In the meantime, Logan and I are gonna go get married. Catch you two later.”

You see your future husband (!!!) smiling at you in your peripheral vision as you turn and walk out together, leaving your friends in a state of shock. Your own shock is beginning to wear off. It gives way to a warm, fluttery feeling in your core, like you’re leaping from a great height with no fear of what waits at the bottom.

“Wait!” calls Storm. “That was  a joke, right? Sometimes it’s hard to tell with you guys.”

“Not this time, kid,” says Logan.

Storm seems to momentarily forget how words work. Scott had followed her out, and how a few more people join the confusion.

You smile reassuringly at them, especially (your faves). “I don’t suppose any of you would like to come along...?”

What a beautiful ragtag orphan procession it is, strolling up the steps to city hall with light feet and light hearts. But the happy couple do not seem to recognize anyone except each other and the withered old man at the front desk.

Logan does the talking. “Mornin’. I’ll make this quick. Gorgeous over here and I are getting married. Right here, right now. The sooner that happens, the sooner we can all be out of your hair.”

The poor old man looks bewildered, but when one is faced with a beautiful ragtag orphan procession of mutants asking for a marriage license, one comes up with a marriage license in a timely manner.

Realizing the surreal importance of where you’re standing, you take a look around. For an un-romanticized government building, there’s something tastefully homey about the room you’re in. The high, exposed brick walls and dusty blue furnishings do not claim to be anything more than they are, which somehow makes the scene even more perfect.

“I need some identification. For the paperwork,” says the old man, interrupting your musings.

You hand over yours, and Logan follows suit. Obviously his is fake, but any ID good enough to get across the Canadian border is good enough for this.

“What else do we need?” Logan asks you. You notice his hands beginning to twitch with impatience. Close to 160 years on this earth, and he can’t wait another minute to be yours.

“An officiant and a legal witness,” you say. “I’ll find an officiant. You pick the witness. It can be anyone over eighteen.”

You dash off to the nearby offices until you find the one you’re seeking. Inside is a bored-looking woman whose name plaque identifies her as Carla. Carla the officiant. Perfect.

You knock on the door frame. “Hi Carla. Will you marry me...?”

Carla looks as bewildered by you as the old man at the front desk had been by the procession.

“...to my fiancé?” you finish.

“Oh. Right. Obviously. When’s the wedding?

“Within the next five minutes.”

Dragging the officiant behind, you find Logan again. Storm is standing nearby as the selected witness. One blank line awaits your signature. Go time.

Logan takes your hands in his warm, calloused ones. His unwavering gaze meets yours.

“You know I love you, right?” he murmurs, just out of earshot for everyone except you.

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

No organ plays. No wedding bells chime. Rather, it seems like the entire town has gone silent to observe this moment.

“Okay folks,” says Carla, smiling invitingly, “I’ll make it short. Do you, Logan, take (Y/N)--”

“I do,” he says, unable or unwilling to wait even to the end of a sentence.

“And do you, (Y/N), take Logan--”

“I do,” you say.

“Congratulations. By the state of New York, I pronounce you married.”

There’s no need to say “you may kiss,” Logan takes one hand to cradle the side of your face, leaning in to meet your waiting lips. Every part of Logan is rough except his kiss. It hungers, sure, but not for satisfaction or conquering. It hungers for you, the essence of who you are, the reality of your future together.

And God, do you kiss him back exactly the same.

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The Beautiful & Damned (4/7)

Female Reader x Young!Remus Lupin | Female Reader x Young!Sirius Black

Chapter 4: Bravado Falls

A/N: Wow you guys. Just wow. I can never thank you enough for the support and for all the love you show so kindly for my ramblings. I hope that the last three parts won’t be a disappointment for you. If you feel like it, do let me know what you think, your opinions really matter to me. 

I just want to add that story kind of started to live a life of its own. It was supposed to be very Sirius-centric in the beginning, but I keep coming back to this cinnamon roll wrapped in softest cashmere that is Remus Lupin. I swear I love this guy - or his collective image, thanks to all the talented writers on Tumblr - more than chocolate. I still want to recognise all that hotness, devotion and true beauty that is Sirius Black, so I’m not done talking about him in this story either... Stay tuned! :) 

Things are getting a tad angsty in this one. I hope you enjoy! 

New to the series? - Accio Chapter 1: The Golden Couple - Accio Chapter 2: No, Definitely - Accio Chapter 3: Misread

Ever since that kiss in the Great Hall approximately a week ago, Remus’ communication skills seemed to have become a little rusty, to say the least. After what he could only describe as a colossal disaster that fateful Saturday morning, Remus had closed himself off to the outside world, barely talking to anyone at all. At first, James, Peter, Marlene, Lily and especially you tried time and again to break through to him on numerous occasions, but Remus always had something to do or somewhere to be. In order to keep his head above water, he chased your image, the feeling of your eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones and your taste - bloody hippogriff, that taste! - away with Advanced Transfiguration, Advanced Potions, Advanced Charms - pretty much Advanced anything he could lay his hands on. He spent his entire days, sometimes even entire nights in the library, hidden behind dusty bookshelves, choosing corners so secluded, nobody would ever think of looking for him there. 

Dull ache made a home deeper in his chest each time he saw your hopeful, beautiful face, and turned away, getting lost in a crowd of students. This same ache was replaced by emptiness once he realised you no longer sought to talk to him. He couldn’t entirely avoid you, of course, even though he really tried his best. Sirius was a best friend you two shared, after all, even if these past few days it might have appeared too loud of a word to define whatever was going on between Padfoot and him. 

It seemed that the more Remus distanced himself from you, the closer you were becoming with Sirius. He tried not to think about it. Really tried not to think about the fact that the kiss you shared - easily the happiest memory he was sure going to hold on to - was what pushed you in Sirius’ arms. To see you two one without the other around the castle had already been a rare occurrence before the kiss; as of now, legendary Padfoot and Siren were truly inseparable. The Golden Couple was thriving, the stories about Hogwarts’ King and Queen were told and retold, and each narrator considered it his or her duty to add a new detail, stretching the truth to a blatant lie. 

The word had it both of you had been seen eating lunch in the Astronomy Tower together on a daily basis, savouring dessert in between heated kisses; someone declared they saw Sirius walk out of the dorm you shared with fellow Gryffindors Alice and Margaret in the early morning wearing no shirt, after a steamy night, no doubt, added the confidential resource. 

Remus paid no mind to all the speculations, because this was none of his bloody business.

Okay, scratch that. 

Remus pretended to do so, continuing to dodge all the questions, all the curious looks, and, surprisingly, a great number of young witches and wizards, wanting to take him to Hogsmeade or to bed - sometimes he was even offered a choice - rather successfully. His grandiose bravado cracked on Friday evening, when he came back to the Gryffindor Common Room after thirty something hours spent in the library. 

He tried his best to slip unnoticed to the dorms, but was stunned speechless and motionless by a loud outburst of  dulcet laughter, that sent bolts of real happiness shooting throughout his body. 

He hadn’t heard your voice or your laughter for what felt like ages. You were no longer friends - wasn’t it funny how the person you used to know so well could turn into a total stranger in a matter of days? The thought made his heart clench, degrading him to his usual state: that of a hollow husk of a man, going through the motions of the day-to-day because that was what was expected from him. 

Wanting nothing more than to get to his dorm room, undress and fall asleep, Remus headed towards the stairs. Lady Luck was clearly not on his side - two steps in, he heard Peter call after him in high-pitched, yet soft voice. Having had no choice but to turn around and approach the people to whom he had failed to show his immense love this last week, he spotted you on the couch next to Sirius; the world around you three froze. 

Moony couldn’t see your face, for you buried it in Padfoot’s chest as soon as you heard his name. Sirius stared at Remus, unblinking, throwing a protective arm across your back, bringing you closer. 

Even now, Lupin couldn’t deny the power of the beauty the two of you emanated, cuddled together on the couch. With the low-cut, V-shaped collar of his black T-shirt, his hair pulled back in a bun, and his thunderous grey eyes fixed on Remus like on some kind of  an indulgent sinner, Sirius looked nothing short of a god, holding you, his goddess, in his arms. All at once, you raised your head ever so slightly, whispering something to Sirius - Remus saw your red lips move. Padfoot didn’t answer, but planted a soft kiss on your forehead instead. 

This was just about as much as Remus could take. 

“Come talk to us, Remus,” Lily patted the seat on the couch next to her, her vivid green eyes hopeful. “We barely see you these days”, she pouted. 

“Thanks, Evans, but I’ll pass,” never taking his eyes off Sirius and you, Remus brushed her invitation off. “No need to commiserate with the beast - no one’s watching anyway”. 

“…What did you just say, Lupin?” Padfoot’s reaction was almost instant, as he straightened in his seat, his eyes burning holes in Moony’s chest. 

“Exactly what I meant to,” Remus replied dryly, visibly unimpressed. “Don’t play stupid, Sirius, you are smarter than that”. 

“Blithering idiot,” Padfoot gritted his teeth, trying to keep his temper in control. “You haven’t got a fucking clue, have you?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” your voice seemed to have resonated in the entire castle as you got on your feet between the two people you cherished most in the world. “Remus,” Moony could swear your voice trembled, as you spoke his name. If you only knew how often he dreamed about this moment, about the way your lips form every letter before the sound comes out of your mouth! “Please, just go.”

Your eyes were glistening in the light of the chimney fire, dark circles only accentuating their redness. Yet you were still breathtakingly beautiful, especially now, making him question every decision he had made these past seven days.  

He wanted to speak; actually, he wanted to scream, to get the hurt out of his system. But what for?… You could never count just in how many pieces his heart had already crumbled, as he recalled again and again that pitying look of your beautiful shimmering eyes. You could never see him the way he saw you. You belonged with Sirius, and he… Well he was just yet another Icarus who got too close to the sun.

Holding back, Remus bit the inside of his right cheek so hard, he felt the taste of blood on his tongue. 

“Fine,” he said, his vision blurring. He threw one last look at the people he used to call friends - they dodged his gaze better than he avoided them all week. 

He stormed out of the Common Room seconds before the tears finally fell.

Having watched Lupin’s frame disappear in the dark corridors, you made your way back to Sirius’ side and into his open arms. He didn’t say anything, just held you close and placed a gentle kiss on top of your head. 

As awkward silence settled in, Prongs and Padfoot exchanged meaningful glances. Sirius slowly nodded at James, still not letting go of you. 

Despite what Lily kept on saying, Remus didn’t need saving. What, however, Moony desperately required was a proper kick in the ass, something, it just happened so, the Marauders were known to excel at. 

Accio Chapter 5: Marauders to the Rescue 

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